It was surprisingly easy to walk through Olympus while invisible. For a pantheon of omnipotent gods none of them were very perceptive to Annabeth walking naked through their home wearing just a cap on her head, her blonde hair tied in a ponytail with a tentacle creature wrapped Aphrodite her body. She kept darting her eyes about waiting for someone to see through the invisibility spell and find her. The weaver remained silent on her back, focused on controlling Aphrodite as she led them through the marble arches into one of the many ornate buildings. It required complete focus because, unlike the oracle and demigod, a goddess was a little more resilient to being its proxy. It could feel her fighting through the fog like it was swatting a fly, sooner or later would break free. Fortunately the hard part was done and they were inside mount Olympus where it wanted to be.
"Now what?" Annabeth asked as they walked briskly through a marble hallway.
Now we indulge the weaver responded, releasing the goddess of love from its spell.
Aphrodite found herself standing in the middle of Olympus with no memory of how she got there or where she'd been previously. The last thing she could recall was being in her bedroom, a feeling like she needed to be somewhere knowing at her. But she gave up trying to place it when she found here self in desperate need to be fucked (a side effect of the weavers poison).
"Hi love" a voice called to her making her turn around. Annabeth quickly darted to the side as she found the messenger god Hermès walking towards them carrying his staff and a postman bag over his shoulder. Neither of the gods seemed to noticed her as they met in the hallway. "Nice dress" Hermès commented. "Doing anywhere nice?"
"Just the nearest bed" Aphrodite replied curtly, shocking the god by grabbing the scruff of his neck and shoving him through the nearest doorway. Usually she'd seek out Ares when she needed a booty call, but when the mood takes her she wasn't fussy so long as there was an able bodied person nearby. Hermès was just fortunate enough to be in the right place at the right time.
Annabeth peered through the doorway to see the messenger fall onto his back upon the stone floor, sadly the room he was forced into not a bedroom. But that didn't stop the goddess from striping the dress from her figure and jumping onto the god, pulling out his erection to suck him off in a hurry. Hermès never objected, all to happy to receive a blowjob from the goddess of sex as he peeled himself rom his toga. The demigod watched transfixed for a moment and the blowjob turned to an aggressive cowgirl as Aphrodite straddled the man and bounced a juicy ass on his lap with her hands grabbing his head, kissing him forcefully as his arms wrapped around her back tightly. She never imagined those two having sex before, but it was surprisingly hot and would likely fuel many wet dreams to come.
She felt her loins get wetter between her thighs. "Should we join them?" She whispered hopefully.
Later. Let the goddess have her reward. She will be claimed in time.
Obeying its command Annabeth pried her attention away from the steamy sex scene to explore deeper into Olympus. To her delight they found an occupied room further down the hall, opening the door to discover Hephestus' workshop. Annabeth marveled at the incredible inventions and machinery until her gaze found the slumbering form of the smith god stretched upon a beaten up sofa. The dirty muscular large man snored through his thick grizzled beard which was singed from working in the forge, his misshapen features twitching in his sleep. He wore black leather overalls with tools still clutched in his huge palms, his big chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Annabeth stared at the man in awe. She always admired him for his incredible mind and creativity. She never thought she'd get to be in his workshop on mount Olympus.
You want him the weaver observed sensing her body's arousal. Annabeth blushed. She never considered being attracted to the god, but she couldn't conceal how hard her nipples had gotten while the weavers tentacles prodded them. Then indulge, it told her, unraveling its limbs from her leaving her standing alone in the workshop. He looked behind her to see it camouflaging into the dim light, finding a perfect vantage point to watch from. She turned back to the sleeping god swallowing nervously. Her pussy was dripping with anticipation. She couldn't lie to herself any longer.
Forgive me Percy, she mumbled as she crept towards the god of fire.
Hephaestus always could sleep through virtually anything, so the sensation of his overalls being undone to reveal his thick manhood as a pair of trembling hands massaged his length didn't so much as stir him. Annabeth kept her invisibility cap on as she stroked the gods large penis, trying not to shudder at its berth in her palms. It was truly the biggest penis she'd ever seen in her whole life, truly worthy of a god. Makes one wonder why Aphrodite would ever want to turn to any other man that her own husband. And the more she stroked it the bigger it grew in between her fingers. She licked her lips, her curious mind compelled to experiment as she opened her mouth and took the thick cock into her throat. It felt grimly and rough on her tongue, tasting like she was licking soot and tar from the shaft, the smell making her gag as the cock expanded further in her mouth stimulated by her blowjob. Thoughts of what the god got up to in the nude came into her mind, along with theories the man hadn't bathed in weeks. She choked on the massive prick, the shaft filling her throat expanding deeper within making her eyes water.
She couldn't hold it any longer as she released the prick with a gasp, gaging from the disgusting taste. She figured that was why his wife never gave him a blow job during their marriage. But as she looked up at the man's lap the penis stood fully erect at over twelve inches long and five inches in diameter, and still appeared to have room to grow. Despite the foul taste Annabeth needed to test further. She'd come too far not to. So, casting a nervous eye over him to check the god was still asleep, the demigoddess climbed onto the gods lap positioning her just below the erection, holding it in both her hands pumping slowly. Hephaestus mumbled in his sleep as she inched closer, her knees attempting to straddle the large man but only reaching above his thighs. Her moist pussy makes contact with the thick shaft, grinding along it feeling it's rough texture against her. Annabeth shuddered, butterflies fluttering in her stomach, biting her bottom lip nervously. Somewhere across the room the weaver watched silently, letting her progress patiently.
A part of her hoped Hephaestus didn't wake up, yet another part felt wrong for attempting to have sex with him while he was asleep. But she feared what would happen if she was caught, and still there was a thrill about fucking a god while invisible. To anyone who was watching, Hephaestus cock was simply moving on its own as the man snored loudly, masking her gasps and moans as she rubbed herself against him on his lap. At last she decided it was time and, placing her palms on his stomach, raised her body up over the massive length before positioning the god of fire in line with her dripping sex. She'd never attempted anything this big before so she had no idea if her body could take it. She chose to take it as slow as she could and pray it didn't hurt too much.
When she had steeled her resolve, she took a deep breath and dropped onto Hephaestus's thick throbbing cock.
She misjudged the slickness of her juices however, and thus his cock slid further than she'd intended stretching her pussy lips wide as she fell onto his lap. She yelped in a mix of pain and shock as she was penetrated, quickly covering her mouth with both her hands to muffle the noise. Without her arms supporting her her hips slid further down, pushing the cock even deeper stretching her insides causing her to whimper louder.
The sound made Hephaestus jolt awake , his eyes opening looking down at his body where he felt something wrapped tightly around his penis. Annabeth froze as he looked right at her, holding her breath as her skin turned pale. She didn't know what to do now she'd been caught. However the god didn't notice her, her body obscured by the invisibility cap she wore. All he saw was his erection pointing to the ceiling, not the naked young body it was currently sheathed inside. Too tired and lazy to investigate the alien tightness further Hephaestus closed his eyes and immediately fell back to sleep, mumbling under his breath.
Annabeth let out a tense shaky breath, partly from relief and partly from overwhelming discomfort. The gods cock felt too big inside her and she was sure it would tear her in too. But as she tried to push herself off the movement made her whimper, forcing her to settle back onto his lap and wait for her pussy to adjust to the thick shaft. She used the time taking slow controlled breaths, focusing on the huge rippling muscles at her fingertips. The god felt so strong as he stroked his chest and biceps, her stomach fluttering imagining him in action as he crafted weapons or built machines. She fantasized of his toned body flexing with each swing of his hammer while his fingers delicately crafting the tiniest of details, pondering how his delicate hands could satisfy her own tiny little body.
Before she realized it her hips were rocking up and down on his massive shaft, sliding a lot more effortlessly than before, her whimpers turning to moans. She was fucking the great smith god of Olympus, she couldn't believe it. It was like a dream come true. "Oh yes" she whispered, shuddering from a silent orgasm leaking over the gods lap.
"Hm… you like that?" Hephaestus mumbled, reaching out and grabbing Annabeth suddenly by the hips holding her in place.
Annabeth panicked, letting go of the thick arms she was clinging onto as she stared at his large fingers wrapping around her waist. His hands were large enough to complete encircle her, and strong enough to trap her completely without any escape. She looked up at the man's face expecting a look of surprise and anger, but found his eyes was still closed. She tilted her head curiously, hearing the faint wisps of him snoring. He was still asleep. Yet she now felt his crotch throb inside her as his hips lifting up to meet hers, pushing his dick deeper into her pussy making her gasp wordlessly.
"That's it" the god muttered in his sleep, thrusting his cock into the invisible demigod at a gentle pace. "I knew you'd like this dick. You just had to see past the ugly mug of my face. Now let me see those tits bounce."
He must think I'm Aphrodite she thought as she bounced on the gods lap, quietly enjoying the way he gently fucked her from below. His hands felt rough from the calluses but were very gentle with her, treating her like she was so fragile. That was good. If he fucked her any harder he might physically fuck her brains out. Unsure what to do with her hands she started playing with her breasts, massaging her floating mounds let her head fall back in satisfaction. She let the god continue to sleep fuck her, not like she could escape even if she wanted to. In the corner of the room the weaver watched, pleased with how much enjoyment it got from it, anticipating the moment when it could insert itself into the gods body and dominate the blacksmith.
"Fuck yes, take it. Take that cock you bitch" Hephaestus groaned, his hands squeezing a little tighter as his hips increased in pace, his dick pulsing inside the tight walls as the girl climaxed in a sequence of orgasms. Annabeth gripped the gods arms for support as she panted for breath, each orgasm knocking the wind out of her. She recognized the signs, Hephaestus was ready to burst. She was about to receive the gods cum. God, I could end up pregnant to the God of Blacksmiths! She thought, imaging herself carrying his children. How would she explain it to Percy?
She had to ask these questions later as the god took her by the waist and slammed her onto his lap. "Fuck this Hera, you bitch" he hissed as he busted his nut inside the tight opening.
Hera? His mom? What…
Annabeth's train of thought was derailed as her womb was filled with godly semen, the thick substance filling her body causing her belly to expand as it leaked out of her pussy. She felt a need to scream but her voice was lost as her eyes rolled into her skull, the last sensation she felt one of bliss before she fell limp on the gods cock.
When the man was done he let go of the girls waist, his arms falling to his sides as he returned to snoring loudly. She fell onto his chest sliding off his limp penis, cum coming out of her like a waterfall. Her breathing was labored, she felt bloated as her swollen belly shrunk, her pussy forcing the cum out of her. After a few minutes of recover she carefully rolled off the god and collapsed onto the floor with a thud, leaving her sitting by the sofa covered in sweat and semen. She felt exhausted and sore, taking off the cap uncaring whether she was seen anymore. The weaver drifted out of hiding to hover over her, examining her with a sense of amusement. "I think he made me pregnant" she whispered rubbing her stomach.
Unlikely the weaver whispered in her head, hooking one of its tentacles under her chin to lift her head up. It was sure this wouldn't be necessary, but just in case it inserted one of its limps into her mouth driving the tentacle down her throat, forcing her to drink its cum as it poured into her system. Annabeth was disappointed when it was finished. It was an extra dose of poison she'd been taking all night, designed not only to make her horny and it's puppet but to keep her from getting impregnated by any other source. Any child she could've bore from Hephaestus was now neutralized and she was protected for the rest of the night. How ironic for the best contraception she just had to fuck a tentacle monster.
Rest now it said, leaving her on the floor so it could indulge itself on the sleeping god itself. Annabeth didn't have the strength to object, letting her eyelids fall shut and take a few moments of rest knowing it would need her soon enough to continue through the rest of Olympus. They both had more gods to see.