A hefty chapter for you all. I know, late but bear with me. I'm moving, starting a new job, and a whole other load to it all but I'll work my best here and this chapter really needed some working out. Sorta filler chapter, rounding off a few things or closing others. Tricky part about harem stories, getting each member enough time for the good bits and this is an M story so yeah, look forward to that!
Note: Just to make sure it's clear, Cloelia is NOT Percy's child. My bad if I implied it.
Disclaimer; I own only plot.
Enjoy!
Percy, Same Night
The Primordial God of Darkness and Cold sighed softly as he looked at the silvery orbs floating around him, his gaze drifting from one to the other at random. He was in his office, sitting next to his viewing tree molded after a Weeping Willow. This time around, he changed the view from that of his wolves around the world to displaying dreams, specifically, of the demigods consisting of the attacking forces.
What he saw weighed heavily on him.
The majority of them were nightmares joined with prayers for this to be over. He'd seen himself several times over from their view point. The fear, uncertainty, and near hopelessness that pervaded throughout honestly shook him. To be the source, the reason for these fears felt like hundreds of little needles slowly piercing his flesh and digging their way to his heart.
Now more than ever he saw just how different he had become as time passed. Sure, someone could tell you that they noticed a change, they could comment on how and what it made them feel, but it was all shallow and vague at best. But to see it through the fears and nightmares of others, especially the few that did know him to some extent, made the comparisons that much more striking. He could only hope that his words got to them and that they understood that he wasn't targeting them.
But would that even help? Would the Olympians let them go if they wished to return home and be at peace? Unlikely. From his own experience and his battles against Luke, he knew all too well how some, if many, gods viewed their children and demigods in general. Expendable tools at worst, high class show dogs at best. A demigod's life was to live, survive in a world without so much as clue and luck on whether they could be found by a satyr or demigod team, train, battle, and achieve some vague form of glory before meeting their end facing some monster or maybe even another irate god.
A pyrrhic victory at best.
How many demigods died without even being acknowledged by their parent? How many became sacrificial lambs to appease dissent between godly politics? The list went on and on throughout the centuries, creating a mindset and doctrine to limit and control demigods. They couldn't do anything, couldn't break free … until him.
He broke the mold first and openly defied everything about Olympus, fighting for his own not because of glory or the will of the gods, but to protect his own. And he kept doing it until he met Nyx, and she gave him the chance to truly strike out and change when he dealt with Gaea. Now he was the primordial, the being beyond the controls of fate and only answerable to one higher being.
And now he was the god wanting to help those that once stood at his side as comrades, but how could he go about it now? Right now he was the enemy to many, especially children of Ares/Mars, while others were simply too scared of him, seeing him as the greater danger than the ways of the Olympians they've known. Not to mention the skepticism of those regarding his offer to allow neutrality and to be completely fair, he hadn't shown any reason to believe it other than the fact that he once was a demigod. Yet so were Hermes and Dionysus once upon a time.
He sighed again frustration at the thought while waving his hand, the floating orbs returning to their places on the viewing tree. He leaned back against his icy chair, his gaze falling on the frozen pond and waterfall across from his. The cool silence of his mindscape was usually relaxing, giving him time to step back and think about the last few days. Sometimes he would spend hours meditating and returning to his own memories from the time of being a demigod.
It was a bittersweet experience at times. Seeing himself and his trusted friends, their struggles and achievements … the manipulations of some gods. With Nyx assisting him since he wasn't a true god yet, he remembered the first time he discovered her interference and the rage that overtook him. His vision had been nothing but a red haze until he came to, lying down with his head on Nyx's lap, the pair in the middle of a devastated valley within Tartarus, his Voidfire hungrily eating at any monsters and plants that managed to get caught in the crossfire. Even Nyx's battle armor had been dented and burnt at points but she waved off his apologies.
In the end Nyx had him repeat the exercise, testing him to keep his control to the best that he could. He was only marginally successful and having become a god, those emotions had come back with a vengeance at times. But he was gradually working on maintaining his equilibrium and from the looks of it, he wasn't the only one. Jason's earlier near explosion was proof enough of that but luckily he'd been there to stop anything from happening. Maybe he could go and have a talk with him about it? Unless of course Jason preferred going to Amphitrite, considering everyone knew how often Jason visited her.
However, before he could further muse on the subject his head swiveled to the side as the shadows started to condense and shape up. In a manner of seconds they disperse to reveal one of his Shadows, Medusa. Dressed in her usual short black, strapless dress, elbow length gloves, and thigh high boots with her long raven locks trailing behind her, even the red puffiness of her eyes did little to detract from her allure. But it was those red eyes and the sniffles that pulled him into action, knowing where she had just come from.
Without a word he stood up, casually dusting off some snow from his pants and coat before he stepped up to her. In one motion he enveloped her in his arms as she rested her head against his chest, her own arms quickly wrapping around his torso. Having her in his arms he lightly nuzzled against the top of her head, before whispering in his warmest tone, "It's okay."
Two words.
That was all it took from him before her entire body shook as she let out a heartbreaking sob. He didn't do anything to stop her, merely held her as she started to cry in earnest. The frustrations, pain, and fears of millennia came rolling out with every drop that hit his coat as his wings came out before slowly curling around them, holding Medusa closer to him. For what felt like hours they remained there, one acting as a pillar of support and safety while the other let down every wall and protection, breathing in the equal parts of vulnerability and freedom.
To have finally confronted the source of her greatest pain after so long of wishful thinking. To feel as though she could truly begin to step into the future after being tied to the past for so long, and to be in the arms of her master and king. He could feel all those emotions rolling off his guardian as he held her patiently, not a hint of judgement coming from him for her display. After all, was it not so long ago that he was in that positon with Hestia, Nyx, and Rhea being there for him?
Then he would be there for his own, as he always had, be it trivial to life changing. So with that in mind he listened carefully as her cries tapered off slowly, turning into small sobs and admittedly cute hiccups. Feeling her calming down he thought only for a moment later, a couch of obsidian topped with cushions of soft snow to form behind him. Gently pulling her with him, he sat back and wasn't surprised that Medusa followed by curling up in his lap, her head still resting against his chest. Soon enough even the sobs ceased and the pair remained silent for some time, merely taking comfort in each other's presence until Percy spoke up.
"How are you feeling now?"
Medusa glanced up at him, a tear or two still trailing down his cheek which he was quick to thumb away.
"Better," she replied softly as she leaned into his touch. "I just… It was hard to see her like that after some many years. I just couldn't bring myself to continue after a while … so I said my piece and left."
"I'll bet," he commented lightly. "But you know what?" His reply was her curious gaze so he smiled gently as he continued. "I proud that you kept yourself under control after all is said and done. That you didn't let yourself get overwhelmed with the anger you've held for so long."
"But I still hurt her," Medusa protested.
"And that is understandable, the difference being that you stopped when you could have done so much more. I can tell that you've finally let go," he said softly before murmuring lowly. "That's more than I can do at the moment."
Medusa smiled sadly at him as he said that before she leaned closer, her soft lips lightly pressing against his own as he accepted the display of affection and comfort. It was a gentle contact, little more than a back and forth of lips and nibbles as he held her close. Soon the embrace broke as Percy rested his forehead against hers, looking into her lovely green eyes, seeing the love and devotion she had for him shining in them. Honestly what would he do without her and the others?
He cared for each and every one of them and would do anything to keep them safe and happy, even at times if he doubted he was worthy of their care. Granted whenever he voiced that thought Rhea and Hestia would take turns clocking him over the head and then spend the night showing exactly how they felt about him, and he them. He chuckled to himself remembering the last time that happened before he adjusted Medusa as she leaned against him and released a content sigh.
The day's toils had finally caught up to her and she looked like she was ready to rest. Knowing he'd been designated as the chosen rest spot he quickly got comfortable as well, idly sending a message to his wives letting them know where he was. It wouldn't be the first time he'd spent a night in his office and he sure they would understand why. Besides, tonight we would rest and tomorrow, more preparations for the next movement were to be done…
Next Morning
"… W-wow," Calypso said softly as she looked back at Annabeth, her face one of shock and disbelief.
"Yeah," Annabeth sighed as she sipped at the last dregs of her morning coffee, her gaze moving down from the villa patio to the beach further down as Cloelia played with some nymphs, her pig-tails flapping in the breeze. "And I plan on taking my threat to heart if I find her in the city."
"But what about the council?" Calypso asked nervously as she set her own tea cup down.
"What about them?" Annabeth retorted with a raised eyebrow. "Ares is gone, my husband can't come to her defense unless he wants me to castrate him, Dionysus doesn't have the backbone, Hermes will be indifferent, and the rest of the council either hates her or doesn't really care about her beyond a quick fuck."
"That a rather crude … and accurate way of putting it," Calypso replied with a sigh before glancing down to the playing godling as well. "But are you sure it would do with everything going on? Her children are the most numerous in both camps and they surely wouldn't take their mother's execution lying down."
Annabeth snorted before saying, "Sounds horrible but they don't have any on the caliber of 'threats' since Piper so I'm pretty sure I'm safe." She then paused and murmured softly, "If I even stay that is…"
"You mean …" Calypso said in a whisper, paling slightly as Annabeth looked back at her with steely eyes. "B-but that's treason Annabeth."
"I don't remember swearing loyalty in any recent vows," Annabeth muttered. "And besides, they've said time and time again that the only ones that need to fear are Olympians themselves and last time I checked, I'm still classed as a minor goddess."
"But what about Cloelia?" Calypso asked as she leaned forward.
"It's because of Cloelia that I'm thinking about it more and more. I saw them, the way they fought and overpowered any of us even while outnumbered. I know for a fact that they weren't even dipping into their real power only because the demigods would have gotten caught in the crossfire. We. Can't. Win." Annabeth said as her grip tightened on her mug. "So if that means turning traitor and abandoning the remaining Olympians to their fate so I can get my daughter to safety, so be it."
Annabeth then stood up, the mug disappearing in a golden flash as the young goddess glanced down at the beach and her daughter. A soft smile played on her lips before her features tightened as she looked to Calypso again.
"I'll be saying my goodbyes before heading back to New Rome to speak with Chiron and see how the city is holding up, then heading to the site of the Argos." She then turned her back, almost murmuring the next part and barely being caught by Calypso. "… and then I'm heading north alone."
Before Calypso could say anything on that Annabeth moved away, swiftly approaching her daughter. The nymph turned goddess watched on as the godling quickly noticed her mother's approach, a beaming smile on her face as she all but launched herself into her mother's arms. Annabeth caught the little blonde missile with easy, spinning her around and peppering her face with kisses much to Cloelia's giggling delight. Calypso watched silently as Annabeth set her daughter down before dropping to a knee and letting her know that she was leaving again.
It was easy to see the little girl's sadness and want for her mother to stay but being a smart little one she could understand enough to know Annabeth simply had to go. Through some tears and a last kiss on the forehead Annabeth left in a golden flash, the nymphs waiting by quickly coming to get Cloelia's attention away from her mother's departure. Calypso sighed as she stood as well and turned back into the villa, walking in and towards the kitchen, her mind on Annabeth's last words. Once she arrived at the kitchen she paused at the sink, her fingers idly tapping in Morse Code as she wondered how things would progress now?
Seeing Annabeth actually considering the idea of turning sides, even if solely for the purpose of keeping her daughter safe, was rather unnerving. Annabeth had always been one of the firmer gods, being sure footed and able to make sound judgment even in tense conditions. Now with the revelations about Percy left Calypso with much doubt about the Olympians and this war. A war that had also dragged her husband into it when he didn't need to be part of it for any reason, just like the demigods being pulled into it as well.
She still remembered the days after her final release and reuniting with Leo even though Percy had just disappeared. How the millennia of solitude and suffering, being forced to helplessly fall in love with every hero that found her island only for them to have to leave for a greater destiny, leaving her heartbroken every time. All her tears, nights spent tossing and turning, each morning wondering what if, only for her sudden release and the Olympians causally dismissing her to do as she wished. As if her release hadn't been them being forced by their savior but some hidden goodness of their hearts.
If all her unjust suffering could be brushed off with such ease, then just how many other wrongfully punished were also disregarded and forgotten without so much as a "we're sorry" from the council. Now it seemed that their forgotten misdeeds were coming to haunt them and debts were finally being collected with interest. She was under no illusion that much of the council's actions had been absolutely horrendous and though she didn't voice it, she was glad Ares was out of the picture. It was a small mercy that the war god hadn't been born yet or made aware of the location of Ogygia … Chaos knows what he would have done to her otherwise. Glancing out the window over the sink she caught a direct line of sight to Cloelia, watching as she played with two nymphs as they splashed together in the shallows of the beach.
Her goddaughter.
It had been an unexpected surprise when Annabeth named her as such but in retrospect, perhaps not. Annabeth had become distant from the other demigods in the recent years and since Nico, Jason, and Thalia all disappeared only months into Annabeth's term, they hadn't been there for the birth. Annabeth had also been incredibly careful about who she would entrust her daughter to should she be absent for whatever reason and with the track records of the Olympians, her list of potential candidates had been small but Calypso had still been touched that she was the first choice amongst those candidates.
However she always wondered why was it that Annabeth never named a godfather and wouldn't let Apollo pick one either. Granted even while married and with a kid, Apollo was still firmly in the frat boy mentality so it wasn't really a surprise his opinion was rarely considered in regards to his child though one would think he'd be far more attentive to his first godly child. It seemed that millennia of a certain mindset couldn't be undone in a small decade.
Regardless of the gods and their shortcomings, now Calypso had to think beyond them or herself and consider her responsibility to the demigods that sought her out for guidance as well as the safety of her goddaughter. If given the chance, would she take the opportunity to not only leave New Rome and the Olympians behind while taking Cloelia with her? What would her husband say? Could she even convince him as well?
All those thoughts and questions plagued her mind as she continued to watch as her goddaughter played, blissfully ignorant of the complexity of the world around her…
Noon, Raven
A soft knock announced her presence as she looked at the simple door separating her from her newest friend and possible future teammate. Raven's ears picked up the light shuffling of feet as the former daughter of Aphrodite came to the door on the other side and after a few seconds, slowly opened up.
"Hello," Piper greeted softly with a small smile.
"Hey," Raven said with a returned gesture before Piper allowed her in.
Piper had been staying at small hotel, one of the first opened up in the city, close to the gates leading to the third sector of the mountain where the gods worked in their temples with their domains. Over the last few days Raven had taken to showing Piper around the city, letting the demigoddess adjust and come to terms with the possibilities available to her should she decide to agree and swear her loyalty to Raven's mom. Granted Piper was still iffy about the whole thing, especially when Raven went into more detail on what some of her duties entail.
Gory though it may be, but necessary to protect Love and Innocence. There was a reason that they hunted specifically after the Black Listed, things no longer deserving of the moniker 'person' or 'human' anymore. Sick, twisted things that didn't just perform heinous crimes against other living beings but relished in that pain and harm, didn't feel the slightest hint of regret or even apathy during their acts. They couldn't and wouldn't ever stop until put down. However, it was one specific argument that brought Piper around to really consider the offer.
Where once she refused to assist in the rescue of demigods, mostly because she didn't believe tossing them into an army, filling their heads with all that bull about glory and sacrifice was worth it. To her it felt more like she was giving a false hope before wiping her hands of them, having only delayed their deaths. That and she'd just wanted peace and quiet after the war's end which contrasted to what Jason, still a duty bound Roman, wanted. That led to their gradual distance which both Zeus and Aphrodite happily took advantage of and lead only to further pain.
But if Piper joined Raven in her task, it wouldn't be just demigods that needed help but mortals as well and it wasn't for the purpose of joining an army of any sort. It was to actually save lives and cut down the internal plagues humanity tried to ignore about itself. She would be doing something other than remain stagnant as her father's agent. And looking at the adult demigoddess, Raven could tell that such thoughts had been crossing her mind repeatedly in the last few days.
"So … how are you feeling?" Raven asked after taking a seat next to the bed while Piper sat on it, her gaze only idly taking the rather simple but comfortable room in.
She knew Piper was still shaken after what happened with Jason and Raven had done her best to keep the two separate while each managed themselves. Hell, even she had been rather scared when Jason's aura had flared up like that and she knew she wasn't the one in danger.
"I'm okay," Piper replied with only a slight hint of hesitation.
Raven just stared at her silently, using just the slightest trace of her abilities to easily tell that answer wasn't completely honest. It didn't take long for Piper to cave though, ducking her head slightly as she looked away. Then, ever so softly she mumbled out, "Okay … I'm a little scared."
"Of?" Raven asked, already knowing where this was going.
"Jason," she replied in a near whisper before looking at Raven. "I mean, back there when he almost … exploded. I swear it was like all the pressure of the sky just fell on me and even trying to look at him stung." She then paused as she took a shuddering breathe. "I felt so small and insignificant but at the same time it was all my regrets just came back. I was just utterly helpless and what made it worse was knowing it was Jason looking at me like that … just like on that day."
Raven sighed as she ran a hand through her hair, thinking up ways to calm Piper down. She knew there was still quite a bit her uncle and Piper would need to hash out, otherwise they would be walking circles around the issue and that simply wouldn't do if Piper became a servant of Raven's mother. Granted she knew her uncle had far more anger to deal with considering that it was only a relatively small part that had to with Piper. At the end she had been the means used against him but not intentionally on her part even if she did give in to Apollo's advances and her mother's word. Friendship was likely out of the question between the two, but some sort of closure and civility were hopefully within reach.
With that in mind Raven watched the demigoddess carefully, wondering how exactly she could go about helping Piper speak to Jason in a hopefully civil setting…
Andromeda, That Evening
The goddess sighed as she made her way to a familiar hall containing her current ward or in other terms, prisoner. Honestly a part of her didn't want to do this but there was no other way. Gods like Athena were as proud as they were stubborn, especially after going millennia without anyone pointing out their flaws without the chance of retaliation. Now though she had Athena with her back against the wall and it was time to face the music otherwise … well, plenty of deities were still of a mind to make her fade rather than put in the effort to try and help her.
Still, her king had voted in favor of Andromeda's plan and so managed to move opinions enough to give Andy her chance to do this. Besides, Andy understood that while killing Athena outright might give Medusa and Arachne some closure, it would still fall short in the end. Now at least the two pseudo-goddess had left Athena's room with an almost lighter step to them, having gotten countless years of grief and sorrow off their chests. Andy had also been right when she checked both guardians and saw that neither truly had the desire to kill the goddess.
Maybe at one point they did but after years of support and growth, they were almost free of that trauma from so long ago. Shaking her head of those thoughts she moved beyond the hallways leading to the primordial offices and instead went on to the throne room. Once past the actual doorway her every step echoed as she grew in size. Soon toping 100 feet in height she went towards her throne and sat down with the grace that only a deity could. Upon connecting she was swamped with all sorts of information from the world. Love being born or dying, in every type and variety, from the most innocent to the obsessive and vile. Desires that mortals would link to the sins so feared throughout the ages along with pure and benign intentions.
New life like little candles springing forth only to match each life snuffed away. It was a constant struggle of push and pull on her godly mind, something that would have ripped apart anything lesser. She gave an irritated sigh as she rubbed her temple, stemming down the flow of information and wondering just when she could prepare to send Raven out again. It weighed heavily on her mind, sending her own daughter out to see and face such filth but that was curbed by knowing that her daughter was also akin to an angel for those she rescued from their fates.
Still, she hoped that one episode with the trade ring was just that a hiccup but then again that was the risk with creating life through their own blood; new and unexpected changes. She already figured out more or less what abilities she would grant within her own blessings to pass on if Piper accepted, though Raven's shadow travel abilities, senses, and increased strength during the night would be exclusive to her as Percy's daughter. Although, if she managed to 'marry' before swearing Piper in, then as a consort and wife of the Primordial of Night and so forth, she could give a limited degree of those same abilities to her guardians.
The thought of marriage though got her distracted as she started to squirm slightly in her throne as a slight heat built up within her. Over a month had passed since her 'punishment' began under the watch of Rhea and Hestia. Several sessions of spanking, being denied the chance to consummate with Percy, and even having to listen in once while being chained to her own bed so she couldn't relieve herself. It was maddening!
In the last week she'd also noticed that sometimes her queens and king would give her such intense looks she had to blush and shy away every time she caught them and then they would smirk. If she had been a lesser woman she would have jumped one or all three of them already, possible audiences be damned! And literally feeling the sheer levels of love, desire, and passion radiating off the three was driving her into a near frenzy. Seeing Percy go into his dominating Perseus mentality the other day had nearly been the straw to break the camel's back. The only reason it didn't was because her own motherly instinct to protect Raven, who had been in the attack zone, overrode everything else.
"I just want my punishment over already!" she whined while lightly kicking her feet.
"Oh, but the punishment hasn't even gotten to the good part yet."
Andromeda's eyes snapped open to find the owner of the voice, having not even noticed their approach. However the moment she saw the voice owner and her company, Andy's eyes widened to their limit, her jaw dropping as well.
"Oh. My. Chaos," she said as her cheeks nearly burst with the platinum ichor pooling underneath.
At the entrance of the throne room stood Rhea and Hestia but dressed in a way Andy could have only dreamed. Rhea stood with what had to be the tightest leather corset on the planet, pushing up her already impressive bosom together in such a way that Andy marveled how the corset was still intact. At her waist was an equally tight fit skirt that could be classed as a belt displaying the hips of Mother Nature herself and giving way to legs clad in thigh high, tall-heeled boots. Black gloves reaching elbows completed her assemble as Rhea looked at her like a lioness about to go in for the kill, her narrowed eyes of gold and emerald echoing the sheer hunger underneath.
That look alone already had Andromeda nearly panting as all sorts of shivers went through her body. Then her eyes turned to Hestia.
The draconic goddess seemed to decide on showing even more skin, dressed in red leather booty shorts and a bikini top that just squeezed her equally delectable bust in. A garter belt and tights reaching her upper thighs, flaming red heels, some sort of chain or rope tied at her waist, and a choker completed her look. Narrow slight eyes, crimson flames dancing within, and an almost alien air of primal dominance seemed to ooze off the goddess as she regarded Andromeda like a prized jewel about to be added to the dragon's hoard.
"If this is a dream and someone wakes me up, I'll personally hand feed them their own genitals," she mumbled as her entire body seemed to erupt with heat and want. The only thing that could make this better was her king being present as well.
Lemon! If you don't want, skip ahead!
Rhea gave her that damned (read: sexy) smirk again as she stalked forward, her hips rolling with her stride as Hestia followed close behind. Andy wasn't sure where to take her eyes while at the same time trying to memorize every inch of displayed skin, her own tongue darting out to wet her lips. Her excitement was building as her queens and future wives got tantalizingly closer until they were only a few meters (at their size comparable to mere inches) away, their feral eyes boring into her.
"You know," Rhea began as she leaned closer, laying her hands on the hand rests of her throne. "If you're going to be our wife, it's only fair each of us takes a first from you of some sort." She then leaned even closer, her breath caressing over Andy's lips. "And Percy's already got your virginity as his so Hestia and I already decided what we'd take … not to mention we have to make sure you're up to snuff."
Without further ado Rhea closed the distance and kissed Andy, claiming her lips with such fervor and hunger that it left the love goddess breathless within moments. She could feel the sharp tips of Rhea's fangs with every little nibble making her whimper at times as she soon submitted entirely to the kiss. Her hand started to search and reach around Rhea's body. However, before she could reach for Rhea's delectable pillows she felt her hands restrained be a pair of hands each.
Rhea then broke the kiss and smirked down as Andy barely held back a needy whine.
"Now, now," Rhea hummed as she shared a glance with Hestia. "Just be a little patient and we'll make you feel very good," she finished with a purr that made Andy's entire body shiver.
As Rhea pulled back Hestia suddenly closed in and gave Andy a searing kiss, literal steam wafting off her as Andy returned it eagerly while feeling her corset open up as her shirt suddenly disappeared. She could barely even gasp as she felt the hands of both her queens exploring her bosom (the largest of the council), squeezing and fondling as Andy started to mewl under the treatment. She felt Rhea's kisses trail down her collar bone and to her chest as Hestia continued to dominate the kiss.
All too soon she felt a pair of lips take in her left nipple making her breath hitch as she pulled back and looked down to see Rhea's feral eyes looking back to her. Her queen smirked as she pulled back just enough for Andromeda to watch in fascination as Rhea's tongue darted out to flick at her erect, pink nipple before taking the entire thing back into her mouth. Then she felt Hestia follow by example and take her right nipple in though it made Andy hiss in a mix of pleasure and slight stinging. Hestia's fangs and the heat of her touch drove all sorts of sensations through Andy's body as she panted and squirmed as her queens lavished attention onto her.
"Rhea, Hestia …" Andy moaned softly as she cradled both their heads to pull them closer.
She could feel Rhea giggle into her chest before her queen pulled back only to give Andy another light kiss. Then her queen leaned back enough to look down at Andy, her hand trailing down and under Andy's skirt before making the love goddess gasp as her fingers grazed against the wet spot of her panties.
"Now let's see how that pretty little mouth can do," she purred as she took a step back and turned her back to Andy and Hestia.
Then, ever so slowly Rhea started to sway her hips as she started to pull her micro skirt down, sensually bending over while glancing back. The show was so enticing even Hestia had stopped to enjoy as well and Andy was almost vibrating from the sheer lust and want coming from the goddess for each other and her. Soon the skirt hit the floor and showed that Rhea had been commando underneath. Andy couldn't suppress the moan of want seeing Rhea's beautiful, lightly bronzed sex already dripping with the sweetest honey.
With her little show complete Rhea sashayed her way to her throne, both Andy's and Hestia's eyes locked on her hips and bubbly rear. With equal parts grace and sexiness Rhea took a seat, legs imperiously spread and looked at Andy expectantly.
"Well?" Rhea asked in a haughty tone, one delicate eyebrow raised as she waited. Then, with one finger raised and then curled in Rhea spoke with a near growl to her voice. "Come."
Andy wasn't sure who whimpered first, her or Hestia, all she knew is before she knew it both Hestia and herself were kneeling between Rhea's legs and looked at her submissively and waiting for further direction. She knew herself to be a complete submissive similar to Hestia, though the latter goddess could get bold when encouraged by their king or fellow queen whereas Rhea was a natural switch who only submitted to her king, a natural dominant. But right now, she and Hestia were putty in Rhea's hands.
Looking up at her queen Andy smiled almost shyly making Rhea coo at her before the nature goddess caressed her cheek and encouraged her closer. Taking notice of what she wanted Andy eagerly leaned closer to Rhea's sex, almost studying the puffy lips before she gave a tentative kiss. Judging by the gasp and pleased purr she knew Rhea enjoyed it so she got bolder, adding more, deeper kisses all along Rhea's honey pot. Soon enough the kisses turned into teasing licks, her tongue occasionally crossing with Hestia's as the draconic goddess joined in as well much to Rhea's pleasure.
Rhea held both their heads closer as she panted and mewled while Andy and Hestia got more excited by the minute before Rhea pulled Hestia up. Andy didn't bother looking and instead took a firmer spot, grabbing onto Rhea's thighs as she continued to eat her queen out. A part of her still remembered that they were in the throne room in the middle of the day but at this point she just didn't give a damn. However a sharp gasp and long moan drew her attention up even as she continued licking.
The sight that greeted her only turned her on more. It was Hestia sitting on the arm rest of Rhea's throne, sans leather booty shorts, her head thrown back as Rhea ate her out, her fingers diving in and out of Hestia's snatch. Andy desperately wanted a taste too but focused on her given task and attacked Rhea vigorously, using her innate skills to bring the nature goddess to her climax faster. It seemed to be working as Andy could feel Rhea's core heating up and tightening, her hips rolling with more need against Andy's lips. Seeing Rhea's little pearl appearing from under its hood Andy latched onto it and sucked hard as her fingers thrust into Rhea.
That was the trigger as Rhea suddenly arched her back with a loud moan as she came Andy's fingers, Hestia following close behind, squealing Rhea's name all the while. After a few more pumps to keep Rhea in her high Andy withdrew her fingers and gave them a quick like, moaning at the taste before sitting back on her knees and watching as Hestia basically fell into Rhea's lap, the duo sucking face as Andy's heat became almost unbearable. Her free hand lowered to reach under her skirt and touch herself through her panties at the sight, wondering when it would be her turn to be relieved. She was so caught up with the show before her that she didn't even notice the new arrival until that deep, commanding voice spoke in a throaty growl.
"Well what do we have here?"
Snapping her head around, her eyes locked with writhing black flames and icy pupils narrowed to near slits. Her entire body seemed to melt under that look as her blush increased, her eyes looking up at him as her king approach with a strong gate, his sheer presence making her submit without so much as a command. She could hear Rhea and Hestia as they joined Andy at her sides, all three looking up as Percy stopped before them.
"My lovely wives," he whispered as he leaned down, caressing their cheeks as they all blushed under his attention and touch. He then chuckled as he straightened up and looked at them with a mix of amusement and lust. "Really? Sex in the throne room in broad daylight, do I even need to guess who's idea this was?" he asked as his eyes turned to Rhea, making the goddess squirm under his gaze with an increased blush.
He chuckled again as he placed a hand under her chin to make sure she was looking at him while flicking his free hand. Andy felt a barrier pass over them too quick for her to analyze the functions, though probably it carried all the works but she really didn't care at this point. What she did care about was how Percy's attention shifted to her after having ravished Rhea's mouth, leaving the goddess a flushed and panting mess, his eyes boring into her.
"Come here my little bird," he whispered sternly and yet so softly, making her heart melt even as her body complied, standing up before him.
Only now did she remember she was almost naked before him for the first time and suddenly felt the need to cover up after being found in such a state not caused by him, shying down under his gaze. That only got a chuckle from him as he moved before she could, gently hugging her as his breath tickled her ear while his coat of darkness cooled her burning flesh at the touch making her shiver at the contrast of feeling.
"Don't worry," he said gently to her as he leaned back so his face rested just in front of hers. "There's no need to hide from me." He then turned his attention to the still kneeling Rhea and Hestia, smirking all the while. "Enjoy," was all he said before he captured Andy's lips in a hungry kiss.
She returned it with fervor, her arms immediately wrapping around his neck. She felt his coat and shirt dissolve into shadows as she pulled her body against his, moaning as his hands explored her curves, mapping every inch of her. But then she felt two soft hands caress her thighs and slowly pull her pink panties down before a hot tongue was introduced to her womanhood making her gasp. Percy groaned as he broke the kiss and both looked down to see Rhea and Hestia between them. Andy watched in fascination as Rhea took Percy's impressive length down without hesitation, her gold and emerald eyes looking up at him with glints of mischief and desire.
As for Hestia, Andy could only see the top of her head with her skirt pushed aside but it didn't stop her from moaning as she clutched the goddess' head closer, grounding her aching sex against Hestia's tender lips. Between the goddess attending to her and the tender mercies under the touch of Percy's hands and lips, Andy felt like she was in cloud nine, her every desire finally coming to fruition. She felt her heat building and had her breath hitch as she felt Hestia slip in one finger, teasing her tight opening just enough to build her coming orgasm but just shy of actually causing it.
She could also hear the slurping sounds as Rhea continued to lavish her king with her affections, feel the deep rumbles and groans vibrating from Percy's chest to her own, the want and need in his hands as they grasped at her back and rear. It was almost sensory overload and yet Percy continued on, dominating her, claiming her just like he had with Rhea and Hestia, and she loved every moment of it. Minutes-or was it seconds?-later Percy pulled back, his arms and Hestia being the only reason Andy could even stand at this point. Without preamble her groped her rear and picked her up making her squeak as her legs reacted and wrapped around his waist.
He smirked at her questioning gaze before he walked to his throne, leaving her to idly notice that Hestia and Rhea were following behind while getting rid of their remaining clothes. It didn't take long however for Rhea to notice the wetness on Hestia's chin and cheeks before the lioness continued her assault on the draconic goddess. However she was broken away from the arousing sight when Percy turned around and sat on his throne, her soft rear falling decidedly on his lap as he looked into her eyes.
Only now did she truly become aware of the erect and well lubed muscle pressing against her navel making her glance down with a new blush at seeing his rigid member standing proud and ready. She swallowed thickly, almost wondering when her skirt had disappeared to reveal her tiny bit of trimmed hair and swollen sex lips resting against the base of his spear.
"Are you ready?" he asked in a far gentler tone that he'd used before as she looked at him.
His eyes were so full of warmth and love for her that she actually teared up as she nodded and raised herself over him, using her free hand to line him up to her entrance. Locking eyes with him she slowly lowered herself, her breath hitching slightly as his bulbous head first entered and slowly made progress as she was stretched out. His hands found her hips as he stabilized her, groaning softly as she took more and more of him in. Once at her barrier she paused, unease building within her as she looked at him with the slightest ounce of fear.
Seeing her gaze Percy smiled reassuringly at her, going as far as to lean closer and give what was probably the most tender kiss the pair had ever shared. Relaxing at the intimate act she released the last bit of tension in her legs, effectively dropping her and impaling past her barrier and just barely touching her womb. She almost cried out but Percy kept the kiss going and soon she felt tender caresses along her back and shoulders from Rhea and Hestia as they whispered soothing words. It helped distracting from the stinging pain and she could feel the slightest trickle of platinum ichor from her joining with her husband but the pain gave way to overwhelming physical pleasure as Percy shifted slightly.
She couldn't stop the moan that all but erupted from her as she felt the fire within her burn like never before as her body went into auto and started to bounce, her hips rolling with every ascent as she looked at his face. His every grunt and twitch, the way his eyes were trained on her solely, his body radiating its hunger for her. She relished in every second of it as she took control, making sure to imprint her touch and heat onto him just like his every thrust became engraved into the very memory of her body.
She was a love deity and his wife, someone who's body was literally built to be the most ideal sexual partner and by her own personal creed, devoted to her king and her two queens. Of course she would interact with his soon to form harem, if anything she encouraged it. They were primordial gods, their own lust and needs far outstripped even the most ravenous of mortals and having more partners helped in the long run even if she knew neither her king nor queens would ever even think about being unfaithful, the desire would be there. She was no different and was all too happy to become theirs and to slowly add to it, filling her with a primal sense of belonging and nurture from them.
She wrapped her arms around Percy as she pulled her chest against his, rolling her hips with a mission to bring him to pleasure like never before. As she continued her head was turned to the side only to engage in another kiss with Hestia, one she was all too happy to return. She would get to her queens soon enough, it was a matter of personal pride after all that she bring them to orgasmic bliss as well. She also spotted Percy kissing Rhea even as he continued to thrust into Andy as their orgasms built. Andy could feel the pressure increase as her bouncing got faster, her core tightening around him.
"Andy," he murmured huskily as he looked at her with predatory eyes. "I'm so close…"
"Me … too," she replied after breaking the kiss with Hestia only to longue forward and kiss Percy like her life depended on it.
It was returned with so much more as her wings popped out ramrod straight, the pressure and need for release becoming unbearable. Then, with almost animalistic hunger, he thrusted as he bit at her neck and groped her breast. All the sensations worked together to simply overwhelm her and the rubber band holding her orgasm simply snapped as she threw her head back with a near shriek as she came.
"PERCY!" she cried as she squeezed down on him, as if to never let him go earning a deep growl from him.
"Andy!" he grunted before he erupted within her, sending her mind numbing orgasm into mind shattering territory as she felt every rope of baby batter.
It took all her self-control to maintain her own current sterility, knowing that her queens were do first and they already forgave her once. Still she moaned to the sensation before flopping onto him as if boneless, panting and mewling at the warmth within her. She could feel his wings envelop her and the closeness of her queens as she radiated the love she felt towards them, finally fulfilled and joined in official matrimony, a near goofy smile on her face.
Lemon Over, Hands Where I Can See'Um!
Percy gave a deep chuckle as Andy straightened up in his lap while Rhea and Hestia sat at his sides, looking on fondly even if Andy could tell both were ridiculously horny after that performance and that the night-or more properly, day- wasn't over by a long shot. Glancing at her two queens, Percy grinned, his fangs glinting as he spoke in a husky tone.
"I guess my fine ladies aren't done with little old me?" he asked in faux innocence.
His reply was Rhea starting to kiss and nibble at his cheek before she whispered back, "Bedroom now," and to add she glanced at Andy to let her know she was part of the continued activities.
She only grinned in reply before all four flashed and disappeared with the golden light. Funny, she could have sworn she detected a presence just outside the throne room but was too busy to accurately read who?
And there we are! Hope everyone enjoyed the filler ish chapter over all. Next one really picks up with the actual war and what's going on with all the sides with more twists and turns coming!
A pleasure, Jbubu
