AN: Which twins could I possibly be talking about this time?
Those who are dead set against incest between Percy and the Little Big Three, I advise thee to turn back right this instant. For those who have been pestering me so long for this, rejoice.
Happy reading!
Percy smiled, looking at how beautifully Olympus had been decked out for the evening, his hand absent-mindedly weaving through Blackjack's silky black mane, that so closely resembled his own dark hair.
The Pegasus whinnied playfully, tossing his head and making him chuckle. "No, Blackjack, Lizzie won't mind me messing up your mane style. And no, you don't need to look more goth than you usually do... or you do right now." Percy eyed his friend up and down with a critical eye, sighing softly as he managed to reason out that whatever happened, Blackjack wouldn't let him take off his new look. "Honestly, who did you manage to convince to let you dress up like this?"
Blackjack neighed, looking more self-important than he was. Well, alright, maybe Blackjack was a celebrity among the Pegasi, what with him being the steed of the Destroyer himself.
"Fine, alright. You look like one of Behemoth's horses. There, alright now?" He let himself chuckle softly as he patted the Celestial Bronze, Behemoth-inspired mask that Blackjack adored ever since he wore it one Halloween when Percy had gone out as Nergal himself.
He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. He had to admit, he might have liked Blackjack's new look as well, especially since it went well with his godly, dark Crusader armour made out of Stygian Iron. He would look his part of a Dark God atop Blackjack, especially with Anaklusmos at his waist and Doomslayer, in its great, double-handed Viking battleaxe form, strapped across his back. The Imperial Gold would definitely go well with all the black.
Percy stood at Blackjack's neck, just enjoying patting him like old times, like he used to do when they were all waiting in formation, breaths held in anticipation before any battle.
He definitely missed the adrenaline, and the feeling of weaving through enemies on Blackjack's back, like their hearts and minds were one, rider and steed, weaving a tale of destruction and striking fear in the heart of monsters, Titans and Giants as he rode towards them atop one of the world's only black Pegasi like an angel of death.
He didn't miss the loss of his friends, though, and was in no hurry to go back to war. Not when he could continue to just sit there and enjoy Olympus in all its beauty.
All the street lamps were lit, bathing the entire world in light and even sending a dim glow of light to the dark night sky above. Despite the beautiful waning moon that glowed silver in the night sky, the city of Olympus looked like it was lit by Asteria's full might, bright like the middle of a summer day without the stifling heat, and without a speck of darkness in sight.
Today was a day of celebration across Olympus, as was evident from all the nymphs and dryads frolicking about in the streets, singing and dancing beautifully, and making the smile on Percy's lips widen. Minor gods and goddesses were flocking to the throne room in great multitudes, all to partake in the jubilance of the coming-of-age celebration of Olympus' Princesses.
No, Percy's kids weren't eighteen yet, and that might have been because he was yet to have kids.
No, but today, his little twin sisters were turning eighteen, and Neo was as well. Well, Neo because nobody actually knew her real birthday, and so, everybody just assumed that she shared a birthday with Rose and Violet...
Percy sighed, leaning against Blackjack and adjusting Doomslayer on his back so that it didn't hurt his friend. "Feels like old times, right, Blackjack?"
He listened to the horse going off on a long tangent about... stuff, as hyperactive as he was, his mind half on what he was saying, and half still lost on the beauty of Olympus.
The emerald leaves in the gardens looked soft and beckoning, the leaves of the trees rustling softly in the breeze that ruffled his messy hair, and making the regal, red and violet cape over his right shoulder billow out behind him.
The stone streets of Olympus looked like something of a medieval fantasy, the grand throne room rising above all the other buildings and trees, till it was clearly visible from all around. Everybody looked so happy, so much more joyous than they had ever done under Zeus' reign, that it made Percy's heart swell with pride.
He loved the work Athena had done in remodelling the city as well, making everything so much more spacious and comfortable rather than the imposing, militaristic city Zeus had built, with signs of his reign all over in the form of statues and everything. Gone were the shacks and slums that had crept up like parasites and unattended weeds on Annabeth's masterpiece, marring the beauty of her handiwork till it was barely visible.
Athena had truly gone above and beyond in her attempt to rebuild and improve on her favourite daughter's work, while trying to preserve the original as far as possible, knowing how much it meant for Percy. Even the throne room, which Percy had destroyed during his fight with Zeus, had been rebuilt following the original blueprints that Annabeth had drawn up.
As for the city, all the buildings that Annabeth had thoughtfully designed and that lay abandoned, like the community kitchen and the school for young godlings and the homes for so many minor gods, were now functioning so well. Gone were Zeus' statues, replaced with fountains and temples to the unknown gods, that Jason had come up with, places where everyone could be worshipped.
Olympus was now truly, the city of the gods. And despite the fact that Percy's crown was his war helmet and his pride his Queens, Olympus was his throne, the beating heart of his Kingdom of Life, that no longer discriminated between God, Titan and Primordial, mortal or immortal, Dark or Light.
He chuckled at something Blackjack said, patting him affectionately. "Yep, Blackjack, I'll put in a good word with Lizzie for you... Although I don't think you really need a wingman given that the two of you already have a kid... and no, I don't think she would really appreciate a 'wing' man, either."
He got a warning nip for that, making him laugh.
"Damn big bro, you killing that edge lord look! Look at you, all big and bad like some fucking supervillain wannabe!" Of course, it was Violet with such coarse language.
Percy didn't mind bothering her language, all children of Poseidon inherited a veritable vocabulary of cuss words and a mouth worse than a sailor through their father.
He turned to her, watching her ride up to where he was standing, straddled across Lizzie's back, her hooves sharp against the stone. Neo peeked out from behind her, waving at him with a cheerful smile.
Percy smiled at them, giving a little wave back. "You look beautiful today."
"Why, thank you." Neo batted her eyelashes prettily at him.
"Who was speaking to you? I was speaking to my beautiful, gorgeous Pegasus here." Lizzie neighed at that, affectionately nuzzling her nose against Percy's cheek. He laughed at her, patting her neck. "There, there, Lizzie. Don't get too affectionate with me, or Blackjack might end up throwing me later in front of everybody."
He knew Lizzie was sensitive about her lost wings. After she had lost her wing, some Campers had noticed that she was having trouble balancing properly with only one wing, and so, a son of Apollo had amputated her other wing as well, rendering her as little more than a regular mortal horse, albeit much more gorgeous looking. Percy always took time to flatter Lizzie, she was his second choice of a ride if Blackjack was ever unavailable for whatever reason, her lack of flight be damned
"Where's Rose?" Percy asked, looking around.
"Yep, here I am." The other daughter of Poseidon called out, coming out from behind them on a third Pegasus, this one with a smart, steel grey coat.
This was PJ Junior. Yeah, that was his name.
He was Blackjack and Lizzie's precious foal, now three years old and almost an adult Pegasus, ageing faster than mortal horses thanks to the immortal, magical blood in his veins. And yes, PJ Junior was Percy's godson, or, well, god foal.
"What's up, Junior?" He smiled at the young Pegasus, who whinnied happily at seeing him, trotting up to him to nuzzle his nose against his cheek.
"You wanna go get doughnuts later with your dad?" Percy mock whispered to him, while trying to avoid Lizzie's disapproving stare. "Don't listen to your mother, donuts don't cause toothache."
Blackjack neighed happily at that, while Lizzie was revving up to deliver a long-winded speech on how it was improper to greet another human, disobeying orders while you had a rider on your back.
Violet chuckled at that, patting her neck and whispering in her ear to relax. Neo looked slightly confused, only able to understand half of the conversation held half in English, half in horse.
"And here comes the latecomer." Percy turned, able to feel Mrs. O' Leary's presence before she made herself known, jumping on him, knocking the Dark god to the ground in a clatter of metal and slobbering all over his armour.
Percy laughed as well, not bothered in the slightest as he let his beloved hellhound lick and slobber all over his face, sitting atop him and wagging her black tail fast enough to give anyone whiplash, all over the place.
"You deserve some steak for being such a good girl, Mrs. O'Leary." Percy couldn't help his laugh as he scratched behind her ear, making the hellhound purr happily in her throat, content to lie on top of her master, and blissfully ignorant of the fact that it was only the fact that it was Percy, and nobody else, that prevented him from getting crushed underneath her weight.
"Alright, that's enough, we're getting late! Come on, Leary, let me out, you're a good girl, aren't you?" Apparently sensing that he was serious about getting off, Mrs. O'Leary complied, getting off the Dark god.
He clapped his hands.
"Alright then, since we're all here, let's get going. We need to make a grand entrance." And that's why he had called Blackjack and Mrs. O'Leary here. Well, that, and he missed hanging out with them.
Also, it wouldn't really do for Percy Jackson, the Destroyer, the King of Olympus, to turn up to the celebration of his sisters' turning eighteen without his loyal steed and his ferocious hellhound, now, would it? Almost the entirety of the mythological world, at least, those who were friendly anyway, had been invited to this.
Everything had to be perfect.
Percy pulled himself up to Blackjack's saddle, a special one fit for Pegasi, putting his feet through the stirrup, pulling his hair into an attractive messy, loose ponytail that the girls always liked, before taking the reins gently in his hands.
He didn't need to guide Blackjack in any way, as he set off on his own through the by now, mostly deserted stone streets of Olympus, headed for the throne room. He held the reins gently but firmly in his hand, knowing from experience exactly how much pressure Blackjack liked on his bit.
Everything was mostly silent as they slowly rode towards the Olympian throne room at a smart pace, the sound of their horseshoes sharp against the stone streets. Mrs. O'Leary panted heavily as she usually did, her massive, dumptruck-sized head right at his shoulder as she faithfully followed him as she usually did. The occasional sounds were only Lizzie neighing in a soft voice, adjusting Junior's trot and pace, making sure that he held his head as high as befit a Pegasus of his station, and ensured that he raised his legs as high as he could without being awkward.
Occasionally, a few nymphs and dryads who still lingered about in the streets, giggled and pointed at the regal procession marching through the streets. Beautiful, petite naiads shot flirty looks and cheap pickup lines at Percy as he rode past their fountains on his tall, black Pegasus, offering them a smile and a wave.
Percy looked back at his three sisters.
They had truly grown to be divinely beautiful, to the point that anybody would mistake them for goddesses... they were truly royalty, and they looked like it.
They, of course, had to be.
The Dark god looked first at Rose, straddled across PJ Junior's back in a beautifully gorgeous black silk dress, before turning to the other two, dressed similarly. The black silk dresses clung to their bodies beautifully, accentuating all their womanly curves, as the three partially immortal eighteen-year-olds looked more like in their early twenties thanks to the immortal ichor in their veins. Their black hair was done in elaborate braids, woven with gold threads and dark, scarlet roses, and their slim back was laid bare with lace that made Percy growl possessively at the amount of skin it showed.
He had to admit it, his little sisters were truly growing into beautiful goddesses. Their beautiful pink lips looked delicious and so cute that Percy just couldn't help but wonder how they would look wrapped around the base of his cock as they choked and gagged, their wide, sea-green eyes, so similar to his, watering...
He felt like slapping himself as he returned his attention to the road ahead, holding Blackjack's reins a bit tighter. It seemed like his friend could tell that something was wrong with the Dark God, and so, he slowed down intentionally so that Mrs. O'Leary, who had been trailing behind him, could nuzzle her nose affectionately against Percy's cheek, able to tell that something was troubling him.
He sighed, scratching her neck as he gave Blackjack a little shake of the reins to tell him that everything was alright.
"Everything's alright, girl..." Percy trailed off, lost in his own thoughts as he continued to scratch her absentmindedly, not that the hellhound minded, if the pleased noises she was making at his attention was anything to go by.
He tried not to think of Neo's deliciously toned ass, sure that Thalia would kill him if she got any inkling that he was subjecting her sister to lewd fantasies in his mind. He tried to ignore the painful, needy throbbing in his pants as he thought about the twins swapping his cum between them, sharing the white, sticky fluid between their lovely pink lips as they kissed each other, their slim bodies sliding against each other and their ample breasts mashed up against each other.
Percy forced everything to the back of his mind as the throne room came into view.
The ride had been mostly silent, and it didn't change then, everyone lost to their own thoughts and making any last arrangements to perfect their appearance as the three Pegasi fell into a formation they had apparently decided on earlier.
Blackjack and Percy were first to enter, with Mrs. O'Leary at his shoulder. Then Lizzie, carrying Neo and Violet, and lastly PJ Junior, with Rose, at his first Olympian ball.
The massive oak doors, lined with silver and gold, swung open on their own as Percy rode in, with Blackjack doing an arrogant-looking strut while somehow managing to look prim and proper in his Behemoth-inspired mask, his black wings, with each soft feather looking like it was forged out of the fabric of the night sky itself, spread in a grand manner, to show off his wingspan, the same size as a small plane.
Percy could catch the awed whispers and looks the young demigods, the minor gods and the nature spirits sent his way, partly thanks to Blackjack's awe-inspiring display, partly due to the imposing, dumptruck sized hellhound following him obediently with a happily wagging tail, and mostly due to the fact that he was Percy fucking Jackson.
Behind him, his three sisters did not receive the same sort of awe, but they did have their fair share of admirers. Rose giggled, waving at a cute, young demigod son of Hermes who looked like he would swoon any moment at the attention.
Percy rode along the grand red carpet laid for the occasion, leading to the slightly curved U shape formed by the thrones of the twelve Olympians. He felt the proud gazes of his lovers on him, the happy look his father sent at his children, and even at Neo, who Poseidon considered his daughter, sister of his favourite son and his only twin daughters in a very long time.
Percy reached his throne, at the head of the thrones of the Olympians, with Artemis on one side and Athena on the other, before dismounting Blackjack, who didn't leave his side. Mrs. O'Leary took her place behind him, sitting on her haunches, waiting for him.
Percy breathed deeply, feeling a pride swell in his chest as he looked over the crowds who had assembled to see the ascent of his sisters to godhood.
"Demigods, Greek and Roman." He nodded towards the large crowds of demigods, led by Leo, who grinned at him mischievously, making Percy make a mental note to check his throne before sitting, and the proud-looking Chiron, while the purple-clad Romans were led by Frank and Hazel, who waved cheerfully at him. The demigods did not follow her example, however, as they all broke into cheers for their hero, and their champion.
Percy smiled at them, before turning to the Amazons. "Amazons. Princess Hylla."
She looked like she was about to invite him to her bed again, but then thought better of it.
"Hunters." They broke into their own cheers. Thalia winked at him, reminding him of their plan and making Percy stifle a chuckle at her childishness.
"Nature Spirits. Grover." The Lord of the Wild still looked nervous at having the spotlight shoved on him so abruptly, and paused, a can sticking out of his mouth.
"Titans." He turned, saving the satyr any more embarrassment and nodding respectfully at Rhea and Leto, giving a cheerful thumbs up at Big Bob, Little Bob and Damasen. He smiled at Calypso, who smiled beautifully back at him.
"Primordials." He let a bit of pride leak into his voice for the last time, watching as Nyx smiled back at him, Erebus waved cheerfully and Tartarus gave a grim nod, which was his equivalent of a wholehearted hello.
"Gods and Goddess of Olympus!" Percy raised his hands in a grand fashion, making most of the minor gods break out into cheers for their King.
"Thank you all for attending this ball today at my behest! Today, my three sisters, Hunters of Artemis and Princesses of Olympus, reach their eighteenth birthday! Today, to celebrate their coming of age, I would like to hold a ball in their honour!" He fixed them with a look, feeling a slight smile tug at his lips at the slight blush colouring their cheeks at having the spotlight on them, the eyes of the entire mythological world on them. "But first, I would like to offer you godhood! Does anyone here claim my sisters as unworthy?!"
He knew that he was kinda abusing his position as King to get this. He saw the shocked looks on his lovers, though they were not entirely opposed to the idea, making him feel a bit bad at having only consulted Thalia for this bit.
He waited for a moment, but nobody said anything. A few people shifted nervously.
He extended his hand to the three demigoddesses. "What say you?"
They looked at each other for a moment, looking uncomfortable for a moment as they held a silent conversation with their eyes, before Violet stepped forward, always the voice of the three.
"We decline your most gracious offer, Milord," Violet spoke, before she straightened, meeting his eyes with a fire shining in her own. "We already have partial immortality, and we do not think that we have yet proved ourselves worthy of godhood... not like you did. We will accept your offer if and when we can live up to your legacy."
Several people whispered at this, and Percy stood still, his hand still outstretched, not having any idea how to react to that, and his expression reflected his confusion.
Slowly, he retracted his hand as his mind caught up to the rejection. Some people thought he would be angry, but instead, Percy laughed loudly.
"Yeah, suck on that, fucktard!" There was a whoop from the crowds.
Of course, nobody but Leo would be mad enough to insult the Destroyer to his face, and get away with it.
"Fetch!" Percy called, tossing Doomslayer as far as he could.
Mrs. O'Leary barked loud enough to make his ears ring, her tail wagging happily as she bounded over the walls and the hedges of the deserted Olympian gardens in search of his axe. He watched her with careful eyes to ensure that she didn't hurt anyone in her playful, excited state as she searched everywhere for his axe, sniffing loudly.
"Having fun, Percy?" His attention was torn off the hellhound with whom he was playing fetch, by a sultry, silky voice that sounded like liquid sex to his ears, a voice he knew quite well.
"You would be the last person I expected to see here, Aphrodite. I thought you loved parties." Percy chuckled, his hands on his hips as he turned to look at her.
"Yes, but I love you even more." She smiled sweetly at him, and Percy couldn't ignore the way his heart rate picked up.
She was wearing an off-shoulder, dark purple dress, conservative by Aphrodite standards. The level of her delicious cleavage that she displayed, while still outrageous, was not to the extent that she had usually done before meeting with Percy, but it didn't mean that people hadn't been staring at her cleavage, and Percy was sure many of them would be fantasizing about it that night. The dress clung tightly to her curves, making sure that everybody needed barely a look to have every detail of her perfect hourglass body permanently imprinted in their memory. She didn't quite reach Percy's height despite the high heels that adorned her dainty little feet, enough to make men without any foot fetish lust after her feet, making her beautiful heart-shaped ass pop out even more than it already did, making her look like she was constantly arching her back, oozing sexiness.
Her azure eyes danced with mirth as she watched Percy shamelessly checking her out, and he didn't bother to hide his bold ogling either, sure that she enjoyed it as much as he did. His cock throbbed powerfully in his pants at the lustful look she sent his way, as she sank her perfect white teeth into her soft lower lip. Her milky, creamy skin glistened in the light, making her look every inch as delectable as she was, and inviting Percy to bite into her right then and there. Her long, golden blonde hair, lustrous enough to fight Rapunzel, was done in an elaborate braid thrown over her shoulder much like Reyna usually did, woven with fine golden threads and moonlace.
"What did Tartarus want to talk to you about?" She asked, swirling the red wine in the glass she held in her hand.
Percy chuckled, looking away from her at Mrs. O' Leary, noting that she was happily trotting back to him, his large, Imperial Gold axe between her jaws. "He invited me to hunt monsters with him in Tartarus next month. Apparently, it is one of the tortures in his brochure."
Aphrodite shivered at the casual way Percy talked about that. She watched as his massive, dumptruck-sized hellhound came up to him, her tail wagging adorably as she dropped Doomslayer at his feet, nuzzling his cheek with her cold nose.
Aphrodite looked away as she shot her a distrustful look, doubting her intentions with her master.
Percy patted her absentmindedly to tell her that everything was alright, before he picked up Doomslayer again, and handed it to her. The hellhound took it between her jaws obediently, slightly confused.
Percy scratched her behind the ear. "Can you go and tell Nico to play with you for a while, girl? I'm going to talk with this pretty lady-" Aphrodite blushed at that- "here. After that, we are gonna go get steak."
The hellhound made a happy noise at that, before she bounded away.
Aphrodite shivered at the interaction. "I can't believe how easily you play with her... She is large enough to snap a demigod in half."
She made sure to pick her words correctly, and apparently, she did it right, because Percy only laughed. "Yeah, I also felt like that for the first few weeks..." He sighed, slightly nostalgic, as he looked at where Mrs. O'Leary had disappeared into the shadows with affectionate sea-green eyes.
He then turned to her. "Come, let's find somewhere to seat, where we can talk alone." He offered, able to tell that she had something that she wanted to say to him.
He led her to one of the innumerable seats in the deserted Olympian gardens, and sat down, patting the spot beside him.
Aphrodite did not comply immediately.
Rather, she stood above him, her delectable lips sipping sensuously from her glass of wine as she looked down at him with azure eyes hazy with lust, appreciative of his features.
Percy smiled, leaning back on the bench and letting her eyes roam over his form as much as she wished.
The goddess of love smiled at that, as she hungrily took in his dark, sea-green eyes, his messy raven hair that she so loved stroking, the sharp features that made him look like a dangerously sexy Dark god, sexy enough to be King of Olympus, and Lord of all women in the lands, who would fall over themselves to kiss his feet with just a look.
And she was his, and his alone.
Aphrodite glanced appreciatively at the suit that he had changed into later in the evening, she didn't particularly like his armoured, ready for battle look. Others like Artemis, Reyna and Thalia would disagree with her, and say that Percy's bloodlust was one of the sexiest things about him, but she would beg to differ. She loved him like this, in a suit, relaxed and lazily looking at her with an arrogant, smug smirk on his delicious lips, like he could make her scream and orgasm her brains out within a few minutes, but couldn't be bothered to.
She sashayed over to him, her hips swaying and plopped her cute little butt right in his lap.
Percy didn't even bother to question that, merely smiling softly at her.
Aphrodite smiled back at him, a slight golden blush dusting her cheeks as she wiggled her ass against his crotch, able to feel his throbbing erection through the thin fabric of her dress.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Percy asked her.
She frowned slightly. "Let me just get into a more comfortable position first for the conversation."
He watched as she wiggled her dainty fingers, making the glass disappear into thin air, before she took his hands into her small, soft ones, guiding one to her waist and the other to her tits.
Percy laughed at that, but he obliged her, tugging her closer to him and wrapping an arm around her waist possessively, his other hand sneaking into her dress and under her bra to grope her sinful tits just like she loved.
"You exhibitionist slut." Percy squeezed her soft tits, feeling his rough fingers sink into her ample, milky flesh and making Aphrodite moan softly, smiling as she leaned into his chest, her head nestled in the crook of his neck as he continued to shamelessly grope her tits. "You come claiming to want to talk to me, and then you make me grope your tits right in the middle of the Olympian gardens. You just want someone to see us, don't you?"
Aphrodite moaned again as she felt Percy roughly tweak her stiff nipple, rubbing his thumb over her sensitive nub.
"N-no, Percy, I really wanted to talk to you." She summoned all her will to ignore the pleasure his hands were bringing her, trying to keep her head straight. This was necessary, Percy always had a weakness for tits, and this would keep his anger away long enough for him to hear what she had to say.
"I talked with the other girls yesterday. They think you should claim Rose, Violet and Neo as yours."
Percy frowned at that, his eyes shining with barely restrained anger, opening his lips to say something, but Aphrodite cut him off, pressing her lips softly to his.
"Let me finish first." She whispered against his lips, and though she could see that he was reluctant, Percy nodded nevertheless, giving her a warning squeeze that made her moan.
"Percy, you can't just keep ignoring them. Sooner or later, either they will find their own lovers, or you will have to love them as yours. There is no in-between- no, they cannot stay maidens forever. Now, you have to choose, do you want to keep the big brother act going, or do you want them to be happy?"
He looked scandalized. "Act?!"
"Percy, I am the goddess of love. I can see how they feel towards you, and I know it better than you or they themselves know. They need you, Percy, and personally, I can't see what is wrong with it. It is not incest, you do not share any genes with them, no, not even Poseidon genes. You are a god right now, you do not have any."
He looked hard at her. "It's not about the scientific aspect of the thing, it's how about I feel, and how I look at them. They are my sisters-"
Aphrodite cut him off, scoffing. "Then, let me tell you. Nemesis looks at Cynthia like a daughter... that didn't stop you from fucking the two of them together... Asteria and Artemis are twins, didn't stop you now, did it? Don't be a hypocrite, Percy. You were fine enough when you slept with them. It wasn't incest then, was it?"
He looked slightly nervous now. "It-It was different- they were willing to sleep together, I am not!"
"Don't make me laugh. Honey, I'm the goddess of love. Don't forget, I can see your emotions as well." She grabbed his chin roughly, making him look into her blazing azure eyes, ignoring her slight disappointment at the fact that he had stopped groping her, though his warm hand was still nestled against her smooth, soft breasts. "Look me in the eye and tell me that you look at them the same way you look at Estelle."
He opened his mouth to protest, but Aphrodite was faster. "No use lying to me, and you can't deflect the question, Percy. I know you lust after them, it is visible in your eyes, and the affection you show them is definitely bordering on romantic and not platonic."
"Thalia will kill me!"
Aphrodite scoffed. "Now you're just making excuses. Fine, I'll talk to her, and you can sleep with Neo later. Rose and Violet?"
He looked at her, before turning away his gaze. "I just tried to abuse my position as King to grant them godhood, Aphrodite... If I sleep with them as well, I'll be no better than Zeus."
Aphrodite groaned loudly. "You seem intent on trying to oppose me, do you? Percy, it's different. Rose and Violet need you- Zeus forced himself on Demeter and Hera... It's obviously different... and please don't try to bullshit me with the 'statutory rape' thing that mortals have. You're a god, you literally do not have any relations. Thalia is your cousin by that logic, and so is Artemis. Hestia is your aunt... and I guess Calypso might be your aunt as well. Heck, I will be your grandmother by that logic." Aphrodite laughed at that.
Percy still looked doubtful, just holding her. The goddess sighed softly. "Alright, look, just, just talk to Rose and Violet alright? Don't try to hide behind the fake brother act you have put on to meet society's expectations- since when did the Percy fucking Jackson care about what society thought?! You do what you want, and I know for a fact that you want this!" She jabbed a finger accusingly at his broad, muscle-packed chest. "Please, just talk to them tonight, sort out your stuff, and if they are not opposed, then... Just see if you like it, you will not know until you try it if it will make you happier or not... And if at any moment, they look uncomfortable with anything, you have my express permission to never try this again. I just ask that you try it, just once, please Percy! Your happiness and their happiness is what matters most in the end, is it not?"
He looked at her, and Aphrodite saw in his expression that he had yielded. And just to make sure that he didn't back out of his promise, she added playfully, "And if you do try sorting out your shit and giving it a shot, then I'll make sure you have a special, all expenses paid, once in a lifetime day with Aphrodite and her daughters."
She winked playfully at him. "And then, you can ask for that experience again any time and any place you want."
Percy smiled tiredly at her, before he gained back some of his fire, his lips twisting into a sexy smirk. He tweaked her sensitive nipple again, making her moan loudly. "I agree, only if you suck me off first."
Aphrodite moaned at that. "Whatever you say, sir. I'll do anything to make you agree to our deal... I'll be your personal sex toilet for the rest of my life if you want it."
Percy chuckled at that, patting her head as she got on her knees right then and there, ignoring the rocks and dirt digging into her knees and the fact that she might ruin her expensive dress, overcome with lust and hunger at the thought of her favourite treat.
Percy sighed, leaning back as she eagerly fished his cock from his pants.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
AN: And cut!
But before we move on to the next chapter and commit sin, a few words.
Ora Pro Nobis Lucifer.
Keep calm and headbang!