Percy POV
The sun shining through an open window woke me up the next morning, tangled up with my beautiful wife, both of us sticky with sweat and...other stuff. I rarely used my powers over water to clean up, because waking up like this was one of my favorite things. The way our skin stuck together as much of a reminder of the night before as the ache in my muscles. I looked at my beautiful wife, laying in my arms, blond curls plastered across her face and my chest and couldn't believe I got to keep her forever.
Then I remembered our other guests. I've got to admit, I'd had fantasies about this sort of situation arising (what guy doesn't?) but I'd never thought about them too much because I didn't want to betray Annabeth, but since she'd explained to me how she felt last night...when in Rome I guess. Huh, what would I name this place? Pertopia sounds pretty good, but I knew Wise Girl would shoot that down in a second. Trying to decide who I would...claim later made me nervous, so I decided to cook some breakfast first, and figure it out when the moment came (hey, leave the planning to Wise Girl, and if that doesn't pan out, improvise).
I extricated myself from Annabeth carefully, so as not to wake her up, and made my way to the kitchen. I found some eggs and bacon in the fridge, and as I was rummaging around for the salt and pepper, I found the mother lode. An entire cabinet full of every shade of blue food coloring I could imagine, and a few I didn't know existed. So I started experimenting. Bacon that matched the icy waters of a river of snow melt, scrambled eggs the color of a choppy ocean, an omelette the same turquoise as the waters around my island, eggs sunny side up the brilliant blue of a glacier. I basically went through every way my mom or Food Network had shown me to cook eggs and bacon and made a blue kaleidoscope of food. The sounds and smells of my cooking woke Wise Girl up, and she stumbled into the kitchen, wearing one of my shirts as a dress, with her hair sticking up at odd angles. Her eyes widened as she saw the blue feast laid out on the kitchen table.
"What did you do, Seaweed Brain?", she asked incredulously.
"I found this cabinet full of blue food coloring, so I went kinda crazy." I replied, sheepishly. Looking at my work, I realized just how many eggs and pounds of bacon I had cooked. I could feed a couple of tables back at camp with my blue food.
After we demolished our food (one of the many reasons I love Annabeth is that she's not afraid to eat with gusto), I found a couple of air spirits to clean up the mess I'd made, and had them take care of the bed as well. With that settled, we made our way to the villa.
Nalinda POV just before dawn
I woke with a start, covered in sweat, and panting from my nightmare. I'd learned to control them a few months ago, but when I learned I would be serving Perseus Jackson, it felt like I was a scared girl again. We'd all heard the stories. As a demigod he'd slain the Minotaur at the age of twelve with absolutely no training, defeated Ares himself in single combat a few weeks later, crushing titans and giants, fighting his way through Tartarus itself, culminating with the crushing of his father's rebellion before his eighteenth birthday, and all while still mortal. Perseus would be terrifying as a god. I had spoken to Poseidon's concubines in the past, and their tales of the Sea God's cruelty filled me with dread. Rumor was that Perseus was unlike his father. I feared he would be worse, but others said he was kind. How could he be? Every time a son has overthrown their father, the regime was, if you were lucky, more of the same, and only someone ruthless could have overthrown the Sea God himself.
I had only seen Poseidon once, when he visited the concubine trainers. The way the ocean around him simply obeyed his will, unconsciously, terrified me. When Perseus walked up to the villa the other day, I saw he had the same green eyes and inky black hair as his father, but I felt the bay, the clouds overhead, and the sweat on my arms react to him, even more strongly than how I remembered his father. It took all of my self control to not simply collapse with terror that day.
I went to the showers to make myself presentable. The hot water helped calm my nerves as last night's sweat flowed down the drain. I had a plan made. I would offer myself to Perseus if he would just spare the other girls. If he was so kind, surely he could accept that. If not, perhaps I could sate his appetites before he got to the others. I was the eldest, and it was my responsibility to protect them.
After I dressed for the day, I went and sat on the couch by the front door, practicing my smile for when he eventually returned.
A few hours later
The only warning I had of their approach was the bays reaction to his presence; where the waves gently lapped at the shore, now the waters were glass-smooth. I again put on my smile and greeted the immortal pair.
"Good morning, Master. Is there anything I can do for you?", I asked, barely keeping the tremble out of my voice.
"Uh...", he started, looking unsure.
"Could you take him on a tour of the villa, Nalinda? Also, could you direct me to Piper's room? I have a few things I wish to discuss with her.", Annabeth provided. I was unused to a woman taking charge with her husband around, but then again, this was Annabeth Chase. While the Olympians were preparing for the final battle on the Winter Solstice, she led a small group of half bloods and minor gods against the leaders of the rebellion; Hades, Ares, and Poseidon himself. They crushed the head of the serpent before the final assault on Olympus could be launched, scattering the remaining rebels before the fighting could begin. She was no ordinary woman.
"Of course, milady. I last saw Piper eating lunch in the dining room, it is straight ahead through the doors there.", I provided.
"Thank you, Nalinda. Percy, behave yourself.", she admonished to her husband.
"Come on, Wise Girl. You know me.", he replied.
After she departed, I was left alone with the object of my terrors. "So, Master, what would you like to do first?", I asked.
"What do you suggest?", he asked. His voice was kind, but my fears were not assuaged. The way he walked reminded me of how sharks swim; the slow, deliberate movements of a predator that knows he's the most dangerous thing around.
I steeled myself for what was to come. "How about I show you the Master Suite?", I asked.
"Uhh...Sure. Lead the way.", he replied. As I began walking towards the eastern wing, I could barely hear his footsteps behind me, but I felt his presence all the same.
As we approached the double doors leading to the suite, my hand trembled as I reached for the handle. I stepped aside to allow Perseus to walk through first, trying to hold myself together. I heard him whistle in appreciation of his accommodations; a four poster king sized bed, walk in closets, a massive bath, and the entire southern wall was made of glass, and opened out onto a terrace overlooking the whole island. The room and its views were beautiful, but I knew what sort of things took place in these beautiful settings.
I gave him a moment to take it all in before I spoke up. "Master, how d-", he turned slowly at the sound of my voice and I flinched.
"Why do you do that?", he asked.
"Do what, Master?", I feigned ignorance. I had hoped he wouldn't notice. We were supposed to take everything our masters threw at us (sometimes literally) with a smile, but my fear got the better of me when he fixed me with those green eyes that radiated power.
"Every time I look at you, move towards you, or speak to you, you wince or something."
"Master, I don't kn-"
"Okay, first rule, honesty. I won't make you or the others answer me, but if you do choose to speak, I expect nothing but the full, honest truth.", he spoke with finality.
I gulped. I hadn't expect this, to give voice to my fears. "I am terrified of you, Master.", I said finally.
"But why? Have I hurt you or something? Did I attack your home in one of the wars?", he asked.
"I-I've heard stories, of how your father treated his attendants. I trust you know about the enchantments placed upon us?", I paused. When he nodded for me to continue I said, "One of Poseidon's favorite games was to starve some of his concubines of his...attentions, then lock them in an arena to fight to the death. The winner was rewarded...by gracing his bed." Through it all, I kept my eyes on the ground. I could feel his anger rolling off of him in waves, and it shook me to my bones.
"Let's get one thing straight. I am nothing. Like. Poseidon." Again, the seas outside reacted to him, roiling with his rage before he reigned himself in. "I, Perseus Jackson, swear on the Styx that I will never abuse, mistreat, or force myself on you, or any of the girls that live here." Thunder boomed outside as his oath took hold.
His Stygian oath shocked me, and caused me to raise my eyes to his. They glowed with power, but I could see the honesty and protectiveness in them. All of my fears were washed away by what I saw in those sea green eyes. The knot in my chest began to unravel itself.
I finally spoke, "It is not often that a Master has the affections of his servants. If you gain our trust, I can promise you that we can make your life very pleasant indeed."
"That sounds way better than just forcing myself on you. Why doesn't everyone do that?"
"Most simply don't care, others enjoy our discomfort."
"Again, don't group me together with those jerks."
"Then, unless you want me to entertain you now, would you like to see the rest of the villa?"
"Nalinda, what did I just say? I won't force myself on you. If you, or any of the other girls start to feel the effects of the spell, come see me, and we'll figure something out. In the meantime, I'd like to take a look at the rest of my home. I hadn't expected it to be this big."
"Of course, Master. Would you like to inspect the nymphs quarters next?" When he raised his eyebrow at me I quickly answered "So the others can know that you are not your father's son. I'm afraid they might have some preconceptions about you that should be dispelled as soon as possible.", as I began to lead him on the tour.
"Who spreads these kinds of stories about me? I really ought to teach them a lesson."
"Mostly from the warriors serving underneath you, and it spreads from there. You know how gossip can turn saints into sinners, and conquerors are rarely the gentle sort, so hearing about your prowess in battle only strengthens the image."
Once we reached the nymphs quarters, I opened the door to reveal three chatting on the couch. They looked up at me with smiles, which wavered for a moment when they saw Perseus follow behind me. "You have no reason to be afraid, girls. While the stories are true, they don't get the whole picture. He is nothing like his father.", I assured them.
They relaxed a touch, they trusted me, but were still wary of the new god. "Their names are Coral, Lea, and Normia, Master."
"It's a pleasure to meet you.", he said, gently shaking each girl's hand. Perseus carefully studied each girl's face before greeting the next.
"Shall we continue, Master?", I asked after he finished introducing himself to the girls.
"Of course. What's next?"
"Well, unless you'd like to visit the other girl's rooms," he gave me a disapproving look, "we could inspect the dungeon. Khione is there."
"Why do we have a dungeon? And why is Khione there?"
"Well, some men have...appetites more suited to those environs. Khione was given as a spoil of war to Piper after she defeated the snow goddess, and since Piper now belongs to you, Khione does as well."
"I suppose it wouldn't do to ignore the goddess. Go ahead."
As we descended the stairs to the bowels of the house, I felt the weight of all the rock above my head pressing down on me. The dungeon was a plain rectangle of polished stone, with a row of three celestial bronze cells at the far end. The rest of the space was taken up by one large table and a few racks of chains and various implements. I directed Perseus to the cell which held Khione.
"She has been very uncooperative, verbally abusing the nymphs who come down here to clean and feed her. She also throws the food that we leave her all around her cell." I gestured to the fresh tray just outside the cell.
He frowned, and even that small expression of his anger caused my hackles to rise. "I'll just have to teach her to be more respectful."
"If you want, taking me in front of her would be a formality, and show your dominance.", I started.
"I'd rather your first experience with me was more pleasant than being in a dungeon. I do have an idea that will start to put Khione in her place.", he said, with a hard gleam in his eye. "I just want to warn you that I might scare you a bit."
"If you think it will help, Master."
He opened the door to reveal the snow goddess chained to the wall, her hair hanging limp and unkempt around her face, bare, except for a thin dress. She fixed him with her hard, sapphire eyes, and gave him a glare that would have frozen my blood had her powers not been suppressed by her shackles. "Hello, Master. Good to see you taking time out of your busy schedule to visit little old me.", she sneered.
"Hello, Khione. I hear you've been giving my girls a hard time."
"I had no idea you were the type for slaves. You are such a hypocrite." She spat.
He turned and winked at me, signaling his plan. I stepped forwards as he wrapped an arm around my waist. If he hadn't shown himself to be different from his father, and if he hadn't warned me, I might have fainted from the fear. As it was, I still felt helpless in his arms.
"Oh, you mean this little thing.", he said as he played with the hem of my dress. "I'm sure she'll make a cute toy, but I have my wife, not to mention a nice collection of demigoddesses, a demi-titan and an oracle to grace my bed." As he moved his hand to push the dress up my thigh, I felt my old fears trickle back in. "This is no place for a goddess. Simply swear your loyalty to me, and you can join us in the main part of the house." Then he stepped forwards and pinned Khione against the wall by her neck. "Oh, and the next time you decide to have a tantrum and make a mess of your cell, I'll order the girls to dump our leftovers in here. I'll leave you chained up until the food starts to turn, then release you. We'll see how long it takes before your hunger has you eating rotten food off the floor."
I followed close behind as he left the cell, turning the lock as soon as we cleared the door.
As soon as the door was shut, he stepped away, to give me some space. "You could be a terrifying master, if you wanted to be. That's exactly how I expected you to treat us when you first arrived."
"Well, I don't intend to treat you like that again, Nalinda. Come, let's finish the tour."
Piper POV
"...And that's how I fell for Percy." I looked at my best friend, dreading her reaction, since her beautiful impassive face showed no emotion at all.
Finally, she smiled, and said, "Well, that explains why you were so awkward after your little jaunt into the city. I don't think I've ever met a child of Aphrodite who finished a shopping trip early, and with only one item? Your mother must be so disappointed in you."
"I just spilled my guts to you and you start making jokes?", I asked incredulously.
"Piper, how else am I supposed to react? I already explained to you what Percy and I talked about last night. I really am fine with all of this."
"I guess it's just taking me some time to adjust. I mean, I just went along with my mother when she suggested I join Percy's harem. And now, things kinda feel normal, which sort of freaks me out."
"It'll be fine Pipes. I'm glad that you'll have Percy; you deserve it after Jason. To be honest, the thought of you two together is kind of a turn on."
The confession shocked me. Annabeth was always the straight edge kind of person. To hear her talk about sharing her husband, well, I had certainly never expected this turn of events.
"Speaking of Seaweed Brain, here he comes.", she said, hearing his deep voice, light with laughter approach.
He was walking with Nalinda, and they laughed like they were sharing a joke.
"What's so funny?", I asked.
"You should hear some of the stories the soldiers tell about me. Terror of the Deep, pfft. As if!", he laughed.
"Do they tell the one about where you nearly lost your-", Annabeth started.
"I thought we agreed that was topic was off limits!", Percy cut in.
"It is. Just thought I'd deflate that big head of yours a bit before you float away.", we all laughed at Percy's embarrassment. God of Water, thrice over Savior of Olympus, and his girl still knew how to put him in his place.
"Nalinda, why don't you and Piper switch. I'd like a tour as well, and it will give these two a chance to, get reacquainted, as it were.", Annabeth said, smiling slyly. I blushed deep red as the two walked off, I heard Annabeth already planning renovations for the villa to better suit her tastes.
"So...", Percy started.
"So. Do you wanna talk about this somewhere private? Maybe my room?", I asked.
Percy gulped. "Uh-"
"Come on.", I sighed, grabbing his hand and tugging him along. When we got there, I shoved him onto the bed and sat down next to my confused best friend. "I guess you're wondering what's going on."
"Annabeth already explained it to me, but she didn't know why you were here too."
I really didn't want to explain everything in detail again, so I just spat it out. "After Jason and I broke up, I started crushing on you. That's why Mother sent me here. Actually, she suggested I come, and since I couldn't stand being back at camp, I agreed."
He took a moment to digest before hanging his head in his hands. "I'm that guy.", he said, dejectedly.
"What?"
"I'm that guy. The one who takes advantage of a girl when she's all broken up and stuff. Dammit."
"Percy. The fact that you even thought that proves that you're not that guy. I couldn't help it, just like Annabeth couldn't. Come on, admit it. You've thought about this."
"Of course n-. I mean, I jus-"
Seeing him so flustered like that, blood rising to his face, made me lean in for a kiss. He was taken aback at first, but quickly relaxed into me. It was nothing like my kisses with Jason. Percy was soft and slow, and I could taste how he felt. Does love have a taste? Whatever it was, I couldn't get enough. When I grew impatient, I pulled his arms from where they were at his sides and wrapped them around myself. He took the hint, and his hands began ghosting over my skin, raising goosebumps on my flesh and making me shiver with desire. Pulling back to look into his eyes proved to be too intense, so I focused on his bruised, kiss red lips. Hungrily, I wove my fingers through his hair to pull myself onto his lap before our lips came together again. When I gasped for air, Percy took the initiative and snaked his tongue into my mouth, dancing with mine as I pulled him even closer.
His left hand began tracing patterns into the small of my back while his right stroked up and down the back of my calf. Each movement was slow, and cautious, giving me every chance to back off if I wanted. The only problem was that what I wanted was more. I unknotted my fingers to push his shoulders, toppling him so I could straddle his hips. With the thin material of the dress hiked up around my waist, I began to grind my dampening core into his crotch, making me moan into his mouth. As I continued dry humping my lover, he pulled the dress over my head, making sure to tease as much of my quickly exposed skin as he could. In no time, I was left only in my purple bra and panties, still on top, when suddenly, I realized Percy still had all of his clothes on. Quickly yanking his shirt off, I began to plant kisses all down his toned, muscled body, pausing only to pull his jeans down. His manhood sprang free from its prison, almost comically, before I took his head into my mouth. I had never done anything like this before, and struggled to fit him in, but it just felt right. After months of spying and fantasizing about him, I finally had Percy right where I wanted him. If anyone came in the room, I wasn't sure if I would just ignore them completely, or throw something at them before continuing.
Luckily, Drew kept all sorts of...reading materials around the cabin, so I had a vague idea of how to keep my lips sealed around his cock, which wasn't that difficult, given how much he filled my mouth. The rest, I had to watch for his reactions. Apparently, the underside of his head was particularly sensitive, since lightly dragging my tongue across it caused Percy to throw his head back and moan. Since I found myself gagging when I tried to take too much of him in, I settled for stroking his shaft while playing with his head in my mouth, my tongue swirling around, over, and under, causing him to buck his hips into me. It only took me a few minutes before I could feel the tension build in him, and I redoubled my efforts, gripping him tighter and sucking more insistently. When he came with a strangled gasp, I pumped his shaft and sucked for all I was worth, determined to milk every last drop. When I was sure I had sucked him dry, I let his load pool on my tongue, savoring the taste, before swallowing, enjoying the feeling of his thick, creamy mess dripping down my throat.
With his cock still in my mouth, I grinned slyly at Percy, playing with him for a moment longer. With one swift movement, Percy pulled me up and flipped us over so we switched positions, and began to press soft kisses into my inner thigh. "Now, let me take care of you.", he whispered into my skin, sending electricity through my whole body.
Slowly, he kissed and licked his way up one thigh and down the other before he began to focus on my already dripping center. I pulled a pillow over to prop my head up so I could watch, and I stared into his eyes as he began to lick up and down my folds, pulling them between his lips every so often. His green eyes stared into mine as his tongue dipped into me, drawing a pathetic whimper from my lips. He began to hum as he fucked me with his tongue, licking up my arousal, exploring my most private place as I writhed under him.
Then came something unexpected. As I moved my hand to begin playing with my clit, he stopped me, grabbing my wrist firmly.
"This belongs to me now, remember?", as he flicked his tongue against my clit. Gods, where did this come from? "You need to ask my permission before you touch yourself.", I could barely hear him with his face buried in my sex, but I felt the vibrations run through me.
I fell into the submissive concubine role easily. "Please, Master.", I panted, "I want to-".
"No.", he interrupted. "I'm having quite a good time down here without your help.", and with that he started to eat me out again.
After a few more moments of sweet torture, my hand started to drift downwards again, which caused him to stop entirely.
"Now, Miss McLean," gods, why did using my last name make me so horny?, "if you can't stop yourself, I'm afraid I'll be forced to restrain you." His tone was soft, but made it clear that he wasn't playing. While I wouldn't have complained about a little bondage, I wasn't sure if I wanted my first time to be like that. To keep my hands off my body, I gripped the sheets beside my head, closing my eyes as he resumed his ministrations.
When my body began to move more violently in reaction to him, he laid one arm over my hips, holding them against the bed, with the other groping my breasts, pinning me down. I quickly realized that earlier, he was letting me guide him and push him around. While he was gentle, trying to move against him was like trying to move a steel beam; if steel beams could play with my ass and pinch my nipples.
I didn't last much longer, and I came, screaming his name, my arms and legs trying desperately to pull him closer as my pussy fluttered around his tongue. As I tried to calm my racing heart, I was only vaguely aware of someone knocking at the door and Percy moving out from between my legs.
Annabeth POV
As I knocked on the door, I found myself fantasizing about what was going on in the next room. Before I could get past my husband undressing my best friend, the door swung open, and I was greeted by a very naked Seaweed Brain. As I brushed past him, I saw Piper laying on her bed, juices soaking her thighs and crotch, panting, with her eyes closed. I recognized the position immediately, I'd certainly been there often enough; the poor girl was trying to piece her brain back together after Percy had finished pleasuring her. After our first few weeks of fumbling Percy had proved himself a natural at navigating the female body.
"Hey, Wise Girl.", he said with a smirk.
I saw a droplet of what I assumed was Piper's arousal lingering in the corner of his mouth, and I leaned in to kiss it away. The taste brought to life the familiar fire in my belly, and I had to stop myself from throwing him onto the bed and ravaging him in front of Piper.
"I've got to go to Olympus for a while. Mother wants to go over some of the designs for her temple. I'll be back tonight after dinner." Percy looked a bit crestfallen at the news. "Come on, Seaweed Brain. It's not like you haven't got anything to do around here."
"It's not that. It's barely two days since we got married, and they're already dragging you away from me.", he complained.
"I know, but like I said, I'll be back tonight. Oh, and if you and Piper plan on being intimate again, could you do it here? Not to be too possessive, but I'd prefer to be the one who broke in our marital bed."
"Whatever you say, Wise Girl. We'll spend the night in here."
"Good. I might join you when I get back. Seeing Piper like this kinda turns me on.", I said, leering at my best friend, who blushed under my gaze.
So yeah, finally writing again. Hopefully I won't take so long to update next time.
Most of the nereids range in age from 15 to 17 (the gods guessed that Percy would like girls his own age), and have pretty much the same physical description as the original (long, wavy brown hair, except Nalinda) and blue or green eyes. I'll get to the other girls descriptions when their times come.
I'm probably not gonna explicitly mention sizes and stuff in lemons, since it always feels weird to me; I'd rather describe breasts as 'pendulous, straining at her bikini' or something like that.
Henrie has given me his (I assume he's a guy) permission to straight up copy-paste stuff from his original and do whatever to it (I have a screenshot in case you trolls wanna start something). I know, I should work on my own writing style, or whatever. I will, it's just I'm a man of few words, so having something to work off of really helps.
I hesitated to do this from the get go because I wanted to see how my own writing would be received (and I am so happy with the response) because something similar happened to one of my friends.
My friend and I were in this club. She made some artwork for a poster to promote it. She showed it at the meeting and this two faced art student took my friends work and 'fixed it'.
Yeah, it looked more professional and all, but the art bitch didn't even ask. Just assumed she could do it better. My friend got pretty upset.
I don't wanna be the art major bitch, and I hope you don't see me as her (though I feel that way about myself, a bit).
