Annabeth POV, Throne Room of Atlantis

I might've been the Architect of Olympus, but even I had to admit, Triton's throne room was pretty incredible. With the weight of so much water to buoy everything up, the pillars and roofs were more delicate and airy (or watery?) and soared higher than anything that could be built on land. Ethereal arches of living coral held up ceilings covered in multicolored barnacles to form mosaics of oceanic scenes and battles. I could go on and on about the palace, and probably would after court. I would really need to go outside into Atlantis proper and look at the bubbles that made up the 'dry' areas of the city. I just had to find out what materials they used in the construction, and what kind of properties they might have on land.

Percy POV

Triton entered the room, and we all stood in respect. Now maybe it's because I've seen him in actual combat armor (a sleek outfit made from interlocking plates of exoskeleton taken from Titan Crabs in the Marianas Trench, wielding sword of wafer thin black coral from the Whirlpool of Charybdis in one hand and the shell of a Behemoth Clam as a shield on his left. He saved his trident, the weapon he shared with our father, for when he needed greater control over his domains.) but my big brother looked pretty ridiculous wearing his 'dress' armor. The getup was way too flashy, studded with pearls and other precious stones that would catch an enemy's attack instead of deflecting it, shaped with actual pecs and abs that would channel any blade directly to his vital organs, and spikes on his shoulders, elbows, and knees that would seriously hinder his mobility. But I guess if you've never actually fought in a real battle, the overall effect would be pretty intimidating; the pompous nobles seemed to be impressed at least. Quite a few, I noticed, were suspiciously absent during Triton's call to arms to put down Father's rebellion.

After he sat down, the rest of us followed him and the nobles formed a line to swear him fealty as the new Sea God. I was the first to go...

"...I swear to defend the seas and Olympus to the best of my abilities, to uphold the decrees of Atlantis, and to obey the lawful orders of my king, Triton." I might have changed the wording a bit at the end there, from 'the orders of my lawful king' to 'the lawful orders of my king', but I made sure to catch his eye and confirm that he got the message. Follow in Father's footsteps, and you'll end up like him. There was a bunch of frilly language in the beginning of the oath that I know I messed up on, but I got the important parts right.

After that, I moved to take my seat in the back of the room, when Triton motioned me to the throne to his right.

"Brother, I would have you as my general, charge you with the defense of the Atlantic, and name you my heir until such time that I take a wife and father a successor.", he said, solemnly.

Internally I sighed, I had no ambition for power, but hopefully Triton would find a lady soon and have some kids, shouldn't be too hard, being the new Sea God. Outwardly, I smiled and bowed at the great honor and took my seat at his right.

With that taken care of, the rest began to swear him fealty, using the correct language, and then the court began in earnest, and the nobles squabbling about borders, trade agreements, and other boring stuff.

After the audience, Triton called his inner circle into a smaller conference room to discuss more sensitive matters. I recognized Delphin, the dolphin god, and a few other generals who joined us when Father rebelled. Together we discussed how to deal with the remaining rebels, and they all seemed to relax when Triton confirmed that I would be relocating to the area to keep a lid on the situation, and I found myself hoping, a very tiny bit, that the rebels would attack. Though the vast majority of me was happy with peace and enjoying my wife and harem, there was some part that missed combat, the rush of adrenaline from knowing that one mislaid strike or parry could be your last. We spent almost a full half hour rearranging troops and garrisons before Triton called an end to the war council, leaving just himself, me, and Annabeth in the war room with him.

"Triton, Percy.", Annabeth started. "I wanted to discuss the last Olympian council meeting with you."

"Alright, shoot. What happened?", I asked.

"Well, Uncle Thunderpants got fed up with Artemis' constant fighting with Aphrodite and her endless litany of complaints about all things male and ordered her to marry Hercules.", Triton said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "As if Council politics weren't convoluted enough."

"Well, I aim to make them a bit more convoluted actually.", Annabeth stated. "We all know how much Artemis hates Hercules, so I suggested to her that she marry Percy instead." Triton and I stood there gaping at her. "Zeus already freed her from her oath, so if she marries you first, he can't really do anything about that. Mother has also asked for sanctuary through you, since Zeus would likely have tried to marry her off eventually, and definitely will if he loses Artemis to you."

I just nodded along with what she said, as per usual. I really didn't mind adding those two goddesses to my harem, but…"What about Piper and Zoe?"
"Obviously you'll have to marry them first. I'd be happy to witness the ceremony, though we'd probably have to perform a simple, legal wedding.", Triton offered. "I truly have no wish to organize another wedding, not to mention the complicated situation this puts all of us in."

"We'll talk it over with Piper and Zoe over dinner tonight.", I informed him before offering my arm to Annabeth and leaving.

I was feeling adventurous, so that night at dinner, we went to an Atlantean place that Triton recommended. The seafood soup was very fresh, swimming with colorful and tasty morsels. And I do mean swimming; at least half of the critters in the soup were still alive. I dutifully crunched down my meal (the sensation of eating something that was still alive was strange, but the food turned out to be pretty tasty) while Annabeth, Piper, and Zoe kept to more familiar stuff (grilled tuna, oysters, and other shellfish). As we ate, Annabeth filled Piper and Zoe in on our plans, and our timetable.

"Well, I'm sort of disappointed with not getting a big to-do like you guys got, but having an actual wedding would be super awkward.", Piper said. "For one, inviting the rest of the harem along with our demigod friends from the camps would prove to be...tricky at best. Plus, how would I explain to my dad that I'm a polygamist, and marrying a god? He doesn't even know that my mom is Aphrodite."

"Well, I wouldn't have many people to invite, seeing how my father's imprisoned under the sky, most of my sisters have disowned me, and last I heard, Calypso is still stuck on Ogygia. The only family I do have would be the Hunt, and having them around other demigods would be tricky as well."

"So you're okay with this?", I asked.

"Of course.", they said in unison.

"It only strengthens your position as a god, and takes firepower away from Zeus.", Piper noted.

"Also, it may be the only haven that Ladies Artemis and Athena have now.", Zoe added.

"Alright then.", I declared. "Triton offered to witness our marriage, so let's get over there as soon as we finish here." The rest of the meal passed by with pleasant conversation, Annabeth gushing about the inspiration she got from the Atlantean buildings and seascapes. Zoe informed me about the situation back on the island; apparently, Reyna had been in a bad mood since my arrival. I'd have to look into that. Piper stayed mostly quiet, just chiming in our various conversations when the mood struck her.

After, we went back to the palace and found my brother. Once in his war room, he produced two marriage licenses. The words were hard to wrap my head around, but Annabeth summed it up for me: I would vow to defend and respect Piper and Zoe, and they would reaffirm their love and loyalty to me, as well as accepting future wives or other members of my harem.

When it was all done, I went to my pockets and pulled out two rings, both made from imperial gold. Piper's set with a diamond, cut with thousands of facets that threw rainbows in the light. Zoe's with a smooth stone of onyx. Both gems adorned with my symbol carved into their faces.

"Come on, Seaweed Brain.", Annabeth teased. "Time to seal the deal.", she said, taking my hand, leading us to our quarters.

Artemis POV, just before Annabeth arrives

I was pacing in my temple, contemplating how I managed to get myself into this mess. Thousands of years I had kept my oath, and now Father is forcing me to marry Hercules, I was appalled. Hercules, violent, womanizer, oafish brute, and everything I hated about men, was to be my husband. How was I to explain this to the Hunt? What would happen to them? Would Hercules be able to sleep with them? Would he force them to? Would th…

Knock-Knock-Knock

I stopped pacing and went to see to my visitors. When opened the door, I was greeted by my sister Athena and my niece Annabeth. I was more than just annoyed with the latter for refusing to join my hunters before, but after Perseus freed me from Atlas' burden, I made sure to keep my dislike to myself. Afterwards, I kept an eye on the pair, and watching how Perseus handled himself, on the battlefield and off of it, I begrudgingly accepted her decision to stay out of the Hunt.

"We need to talk.", Annabeth said. "I have an idea on how to keep you out of Hercules' clutches."

I sighed in relief. I had faith in Annabeth, even though she refused to join the Hunters, she was still one of the brightest demigods of the age. I had faith that her solution would be ingenious. Unfortunately, it was just a bit too ingenious, as it turned out…

...After she finished explaining her plan to me, I thanked her before she quickly departed.

After my guests left, I was left alone in my palace. My first impressions of Perseus were not very favorable. He was the child of the Prophecy, capable of bringing Olympus do its knees. Now, I was ashamed to admit that Athena was not the only one tempted to simply kill the boy and avert the whole ordeal. But in quest after quest, the boy proved himself, not only as a capable warrior, but as a compassionate person. He crossed a continent to save his friend, and he didn't even ask for my gratitude when he saved me from Atlas' burden. Seeing him admit that he wasn't strong enough to stand against the titan, his humility in the face of all his powers and skills, sparked feelings in me that I hadn't felt since Orion, and I followed his exploits from there on. After watching his progress from boy to man, my feelings for Perseus developed, and I found myself hating Annabeth. At their wedding, I couldn't help myself, and allowed my loathing for the girl out for a moment, when I thought she wasn't looking. I had hoped that she wouldn't have noticed, but now I was almost certain that she had. I wondered what it would be like, to serve in their household...

I was so caught up in thought that I completely missed the commotion happening outside.

I was wrenched out of my contemplations by another knock at my door, and I opened it to see Omphale, one of Hercules' wives. The goddess had luscious strawberry blonde locks, sparkling amber eyes, and a petite frame that belied her cruel nature. She flashed me a predatory smile, and I was reminded of the stories that young women told of the cruelties that she and Hercules would visit upon the rest of his harem and unfortunate random women caught in their grasp.

"Hey Artemis!", she called. "You haven't got our husband in there, have you?", she said, peering past me into my palace.

"He is not my husband yet.", I sniffed, not wanting to reveal Annabeth's plot.

"Fine, be that way.", Omphale huffed in exasperation. "I've already got some very fun plans for your wedding night. Not to mention all the possibilities for those yummy Hunters of yours."

Bristling at the threat to my girls, keeping my face even was a difficult task. I had a pretty good notion of what her idea of 'fun' would entail. Annabeth's plan was looking better and better.

"Oh, by the way," she continued, "Zeus has set the wedding for this weekend, so I should really introduce you to a few of the girls you'll be spending eternity with. Come on, you can meet Deianira, Hebe, and some of our nymphs and demigoddesses."

Artemis POV, about one hour later, after meeting some of Hercules' harem

I quickly made my way back to my palace, my skin crawling with disgust. I would need to take a long bath to wash myself of the feel of Hercules' mansion.

Omphale first introduced me to Hebe, Hercules' first immortal wife. Hebe greeted me with her soft brown eyes and dark red hair. She was sweet and charming, reminding me of the young women in the 1950's: the vapid housewife with no interests of her own outside her marriage. She was constantly plying me with snacks and beverages during the tour while gushing about what a wonderful god her, and soon to be my, husband was. Of course he would be sweet to her, she was just so obedient, something her time as serving girl to the Olympians drilled into her. Another quality of her experience as serving girl was ignoring things. Bringing the gods nectar and ambrosia, Hebe would have been constantly exposed to chatter and gossip that would have given her immense power over even the Olympians, but the scandals fell on deaf ears. Now as Hercules' wife, she turned a blind eye to the abuse going on right under her own roof.

Recently, having seen Annabeth's relationship with Percy, I could grudgingly admit that marriage was not necessarily the end of one's independence, provided that one found the right spouse. I could bid such notions farewell if I were to share Hebe's fate.

The nymphs and demigoddesses that I saw in Hercules' palace all shared the listless gaze and frayed nerves of abuse victims. Deianira seemed to suffer the most, since apparently Hercules was incapable of forgiving her betrayal, even though it was unintentional, and took it upon himself to find ways to hurt her, a task Omphale lent her particular brand of sadism to with vigor.

Annabeth POV

I watched Percy passionately consummate his marriage to Piper with interest. It had taken quite a long time for me to coax him to be more enthusiastic during sex, and I admit, I was a bit jealous that Piper and the rest got to skip his 'hesitant' stage. Sure, it was sweet that he was so careful, but convincing him that 'yes, that angle really does feel good', and 'no, you can go harder, that's really not hurting me' was frustrating to say the least. I returned my attention to Zoe, who was sitting naked in my lap, while I was still wearing my lingerie.

"That's how he took your maidenhood, isn't it?", I asked as I fondled the demi-titan.

"Mmm... Yes, Milady.", Zoe panted as my fingers resumed their dance in her folds.

"You girls are lucky.", I purred in her ear. "I had to get very inventive before Percy got this confident in the bedroom." My point was punctuated by the sound of his heavy balls slapping Piper's ass and her labored panting beneath our husband.

"From what Piper told me, half of the time you did not require a bedroom.", she teased. I decided to punish her for her flippancy by shoving my fingers into her, all the way down to the knuckles, making the former Hunter moan and twist in my lap. I held her against me with one hand groping her chest, my nipples hard and pressing through my bra and into her shoulder blades while I explored her sex.

My ministrations were interrupted when Piper cried out as she came from the onslaught of Percy's frenzied love making, and he quickly followed, hips twitching as he pumped her full of his seed. I kissed Zoe on the nape of her neck as he approached us, taking her hand to lead Zoe to the bed.

Percy POV

Leaving Piper a panting mess, I took Zoe's hand to lead her to the bed. The former Hunter followed dutifully, bending over the edge of the bed with the lightest pressure from my hands. I positioned myself behind the black haired beauty, reaching around her to feel her sex, pleased to find that Annabeth's attentions had left the girl soaking.

Zoe shuddered as I teased her folds with my cock while kissing her shoulders, coating myself with her juices until I was lubricated enough to sink into her with one smooth motion, earning a sigh from my lover. Like our first encounter, I decided to take this slowly at first, and set a languorous pace, holding her lithe body tight to mine as I leisurely thrust into her. The former hunter was panting, whimpering my name as she wriggled her hips, grinding against me, begging for more speed. I denied her, instead pinning her to the bed, wrapping her braided, raven hair around one hand and pulling, the other pressed into the small of her back, forcing her to arch her spine as I held her down while continuing to drive into her with that teasingly slow pace.

The bed sagging under a new weight made me turn to where I had left Piper to find Annabeth on top of the brunette, fingering the demigoddess hard enough to make my cum leak out of her, which Annabeth licked off of her fingers with relish, moaning at the mix of the girl's arousal and my cum. Piper was still senseless after our bout, so Annabeth was able to completely dominate the girl, claiming her mouth as she continued to finger her messy hole.

Zoe's orgasm caught me by surprise, her tight walls clenching around me, drawing all of my focus back to her. The hunter lay limp, no longer struggling against me, so I flipped her over onto her back to take her again. This was hands down my favorite position; there's just something so intimate about missionary, your partner's entire body laid out beneath you, staring into their eyes as they glaze over with pleasure and lust.

This time, I gave the demi-titan what she wanted, and my hips began to pick up speed. I curled my arms under her knees, fingers fixed around her waist to hold her in place, leaving her with no chance to escape from my grasp as I my thrusts got harder and faster. With no other option but to take what I was giving her, Zoe didn't try to push my face away as I looped one finger into a ring on her collar to pull her face towards me so I could take her mouth, instead sinking her nails into my arms. Her moans and whimpers increased in volume along with my tempo until she was screaming my name as I pounded her into the mattress. I could feel her walls begin to tense up as she neared climax, and I put even more force into her, making her bounce up off the bed a few inches before I slammed her back down, savoring the way her pussy fluttered around me when she finally came undone. I didn't stop when I came, fucking my spunk deep into her body with each thrust until I was satisfied.

Pulling free of Zoe's twitching flesh, I caught Annabeth's eye, and she pushed herself off of Piper to tangle her fingers into my hair to press a hot, open mouthed kiss to my lips. Even with immortal stamina, I was worn out, and had trouble resisting her as she guided me towards the center of the bed. Eventually, she had me on my back, straddling my hips as she held my hands above my head. Distracted as I was by her kiss, I didn't notice until too late the celestial bronze shackles closing around my wrists that secured me to the headboard. My eyes snapped open to find Zoe and Piper tightening my bonds, my three wives sharing a mischievous smile.

"Is this payback for this morning?", I asked Annabeth.

"Sort of.", she smiled, grinding into me. "Zoe told me that you were afraid that your ego would get too big, and with Artemis and Athena set to join us, I felt this was an appropriate time to put you in your place, hubby."

I glanced over to Zoe with a playfully accusing glare.

"You did charge me with ensuring that you remained humble.", she reminded me. "I must say, having a powerful immortal such as yourself at my mercy is tantalizing.", she panted, still out of breath as she began to grope me.

I opened my mouth to protest, but Annabeth cut me off. "Zoe, silence him, would you?", she asked.

"Of course, milady.", Zoe replied, moving to sit on my face, covering my mouth with her sex, my load dripping out of her and onto my lips, the salty taste of my earlier release mixing with her appley flavor inflaming my need. Zoe began to ride my tongue in earnest, and I lapped up the mess I left there.

Annabeth continued to grind into my crotch, providing just enough friction to make my cock ache to be inside of her wet heat. She took no pity on me, taking my erection in hand and guiding it to her core, teasing the tip with her folds, making me twitch with every miniscule motion. Annabeth continued to tease me, dragging her sex across the underside of my cock, grinding my manhood between her wetness and my stomach. I felt Piper's hot mouth begin to trail kisses all along my torso while her fingers danced across my muscles, the three women teasing me until I began to struggle against the restraints, my complaints muffled by Zoe's sex pressing down on my face.

"Did you hear something, Piper?", Annabeth asked coyly as she ground into me, stopping as soon as she felt me begin to tense.

"No.", the brunette replied. "I don't think I did.", she mumbled as she took one of my nipples into her warm mouth, making me pull at my chains again at the stimulation of her tongue swirling around the hardening nub.

I was so used to being in control. Every fight I'd ever been in, especially when I didn't have the upper hand, I fought on like my life depended on it; more often than not, it did. I made the decisions, I never gave up. I guess that mentality seeped into my sex life, since I topped almost all the time, and got used to it, especially with my harem. While Annabeth occasionally liked to take charge during sex, I'd never been subdued like this. I was completely at the mercy of three women, intent on torturing me to within an inch of my sanity.

I nearly suffocated under Zoe several times, only prodigious use of my tongue and lips to please her would grant me enough room to take a proper breath as she used me for her pleasure. Piper was lavishing my skin with kisses, poring over my flesh like a prime cut of beef, and Annabeth kept playing her game, bringing me so very close to her tight, wet, heat before pulling away. I knew the only way out of this trap was to give them what they wanted. Time lost all meaning, the only way to keep track was the number of Zoe's orgasms on my tongue, but I lost count after a dozen.

Zoe was the first to relent, falling to the side, shaking and panting, unable to maintain her position astride my face after so much continuous stimulation.

Third Person POV

As Zoe collapsed, Annabeth leaned forward to capture Percy's mouth, tasting the demi-titan's arousal on his tongue. Piper rolled free, spooning Zoe from behind to watch the finale.

"Now Percy," the blonde began. "Since you've been such a good husband, keeping Piper and Zoe satisfied, I just have one more thing for you to do." She leaned down to nibble his earlobe, her low voice, thick and husky with desire. "I want you to beg, Jackson. I want to hear you pleading for me to fuck you, to take all of your thickness into me. Then, when I've had my fill of your meat, I want you to beg me to let you come." She emphasized her point by dragging her nails across his torso, leaving long, red marks, making Percy draw in a sharp breath.

Defiant as ever, Percy asked, "You think I'm going to beg for it, Wise Girl?"

"I know you will, handsome.", she purred. "You'll beg, or I'll have some fun with Piper and Zoe while you watch. I'll leave you all tied up so you can watch me have my way with them, leave you all hot and horny with no way to get off." He stared at her, unwilling to believe that she'd be so cruel.

"This is so you know I mean business, Mister Jackson.", she smirked as she stood up. Annabeth slipped her soaked panties down her long, tan legs before crumpling them in her fist. She let a few drops of her arousal drip on Percy's chest before shoving the bit of fabric into his mouth, undoing her bra and wrapping it around his mouth to hold the makeshift gag in place. Again, Percy was silenced, forced to endure Annabeth's sweet torture, her mouth, and nails leaving hickeys and scratches on his skin while she left long, wet trails on him with her tongue and her sex, blowing cold air across them, raising goosebumps on his flesh.

Percy thrashed against the restraints, unable to even speak, his powers and his strength sapped by the celestial bronze, reduced to a mere mortal while a goddess had her way with him. Annabeth cupped his manhood, and he was so wound up that nearly came at even that light a touch.

"You need to beg, remember?", she reminded him. "Are you ready to beg, Perseus?" When he nodded vigorously, eyes brimming over with tears from his need, she undid her bra and removed the gag.

"I need it so bad, baby...", he started.

"You'll need to do better than that to convince me.", she interrupted. "Tell me what you want to do to me.", the blonde minx whispered into his ear.

"I wanna slam into your tight, wet heat. Make you hot, make you squirm as I take you…", he pants.

"Mmm. What else?", she asks, grinding her sex into his crotch again, getting him to bite his lip, drawing a few drops of ichor from the force.

"I want to make you call my name as I claim you, make you mine, make you cum, unable to think, until it's just you and me."

"Good boy.", she demurred as she dragged her nails over the skin of his manhood, swollen beyond the point of pain, the fleshy appendage purpling with how long he'd maintained his erection without release. Finally taking pity on her husband, Annabeth guided him to her entrance and took him in as though in slow motion. Percy saw stars and threw his head back at getting what he'd wanted, what he'd begged for. She took her sweet time taking him in, swinging her hips back and forth and side to side, millimeter by millimeter, before finally sinking all the way down until their hips were pressed together.

Percy sighed with relief, but he held himself together, not giving in to the ecstasy that Annabeth was giving him. While his hands were restrained, his lower half wasn't, so Percy thrust up into his wife, making her gasp out in pleasure. Watching her perky, bouncing breasts sway back and forth as she rode him was hypnotic, and he fell into a frenzied rhythm, hoping to please her enough to have her open his restraints. Annabeth tangled her fingers into his jet black hair, pulling him into her chest to smother him with her breasts. Percy invigorated by the soft pillows encasing his face kissed and bit at her, sucking on her nipples and biting her mounds of flesh, sending her over the edge. With a cry that shook the walls of their suite, the blonde came, spasming around her husband's dick.

Panting from exertion, Annabeth reached out with shaking hands to undo the shackles holding Percy in place, and while she was out of breath, he was all revved up and full of frustration. Quick as a flash, Percy had flipped them over and began plowing into her with all of his considerable might, hands clamped over her calves, pulling her towards him as he bore down into her. Annabeth looped her ankles together behind his back, trying to draw him even deeper as she whimpered his name as she comes, her voice long since gone hoarse. Feeling her walls clenching around his dick set off something in the god, and he folded Annabeth in half, holding her by her calves, ankles around her ears to pound her into the mattress, roaring as he came, unloading the last of his seed into her quivering slit.

Pulling out of his Wise Girl, Percy collapsed before pulling Piper and Zoe to his side, the demigoddess curling up on his chest, while Annabeth and Zoe nuzzled into his sides.

"I guess sometimes the sea does like to be restrained.", Annabeth purred into Percy's ear as he fell asleep.

WOOT! 100+ favorites! Thank's readers, old and new, and sorry for taking so long to update.

Sorry about ignoring the other girls so far, I promise the next few chapters will give Annabeth, Piper, and Zoe a break, though they may do stuff with the other girls in the harem/with each other, idk. Expect another nymph group session, as well as Rachel (I had an idea that I really like, and can't wait for you to read) and the Reyna scene I gave you a peek at (separate, both definitely lemons). Hopefully I can finally get around to Khione's bit soon; I've really put that part off long enough.

As I've said before, I've gotten most of what I wanted to write posted now, and I'm kind of left with a bunch of independent scenes that I have little to no idea how to fit into the overall story. I'm considering publishing them as just that - independent scenes. It'll most likely be a separate story, 'Alone At Last-Snapshots' or something, just in case I do figure out how to get the story to work, I don't want to have to move chapters around and what not. The only reason I'm even entertaining that idea is that I don't want to keep you all hanging for weeks/months because I don't know how to join all the pieces together. Do you see my dilemma?

To help me decide I started a poll on whether or not to do "Snapshots", and I opened it on my profile.

The last part of the lemon was inspired by Percabeth One Shots Ch2 by BookwormTori. You should read it if you haven't already, it's really hot stuff. I wanted to show that Percy could take being dominated as well as dish it out, since a lot of the scenes I have stuff for has him in charge.

So CJM86 had a pretty cool idea to mention/introduce the harems/other wives of other gods, and I think I'll start off with Hercules, not sure who else I might write about. This is basically what he PM'd me, but reduced to a quick summary. I know that Hebe is is wife in mythology, but this is my fic, so Hebe is his first godly wife, followed by Omphale and Deianira (gonna call her Dani in most instances, both cause writing out her full name is tiresome to type out, and to pay homage to Khaleesi) and a bunch of nymphs and demigoddesses to round out the harem.

Dani was Herc's first wife while he was still mortal. Blah blah blah, Herc goes on adventures, cheats on her, stuff happens, and eventually a dying centaur lies to Dani that centaur blood will make Herc faithful. She smears it on his clothes, when he puts it on, it poisons him, and eventually kills him. He's really sore about that, and he takes it out on her. I'm planning on implied abuse, since I don't have the stomach to write that kind of thing explicitly. After he becomes immortal, the other gods raise her up and he marries her.

Hebe is Herc's first immortal wife, and as the cup bearer and servant of Olympus/Hercules, you can think of her as the stereotypical, subservient, 1950's housewife. Cue the "The 1950's women weren't all like that!" comments. I said stereotypical, right? Anyway, she turns a blind eye to the abuse of the other women in the harem.

Omphale was the queen of Lydia, to whom Herc was enslaved to for a time. She made him dress in women's clothes, do chores, and other demeaning stuff (not that crossdressing or chores are necessarily demeaning). As CJ put it, "Omphale was the original dominatrix." I see her and Herc as partners in crime, abusing the rest of the harem, especially Dani .

Like I said before, I'm pretty vanilla and whatnot, so the whole BDSM thing is like a light interest of mine, but I wanted to draw a clear distinction. In my mind, BDSM (as practiced by Percy with Annabeth, and maybe eventually others) is a trust exercise, the sub trusting the dom with their freedom, and to not abuse it. One post I saw described it thus: BDSM and D/s stuff is like a coloring book, the sub draws the lines, making the picture however they like. The dom is free to color in the lines however they want, purple trees, green skies, whatever, so long as they stay within the lines the sub drew. Omphale and Hercules are straight up abusive sadists, no consent, no aftercare, nothing of the sort, just abusive assholes. If I do have BDSM type stuff in future chapters, it will be consensual. I refuse to even try to write an explicit rape scene (no, the Percabeth thing last chapter doesn't count since they set up safe words and all that), and even implied stuff and non sexual abuse skeeves me out.