AN: I'm pleased to announce, from this chapter, most of the dark things are finished. This chapter is about flirtatious scenes between the girls and our favourite Dark god. Alright, so there will be five parts of Living his Life chapters, in which I need to cram 13 scenes, roughly 1.5K words each. Tough!
Time: A Month Later
The next day, upon severe insistence from the other girls, Calypso had set up a severe, rigorous medicine regime, consisting of lots of godly nectar, ambrosia, and mortal pills. She had even set up a temporary truce with Athena to come up with the most efficient medical regime, traversing the vast library for modern books and ancient tomes and scrolls.
Percy had to concede that the wisdom goddess was good at what she did. It was a well known, and undisputed, fact.
Slowly, but surely, he was regaining health, accelerated by his Dark domains and immortal ichor pumping in his veins.
No, he was not completely normal yet.
He still had nightmares even while he was awake. Every time he was alone, or thinking too deeply, he zoned out, lost in the dark horrors inhabiting his mind. Luckily, he was no longer dependent on others to save him- he was able to recognize between reality and dreams, and every time a dream manifested, he could inject himself with the clear syringe that Calypso used to keep the dreams at bay. Temporarily.
He still had debilitating nightmares when he slept, and had to take several sleeping pills to knock himself out for the night. Even so, his immortality flushed them out soon enough, and he found himself taking frequent midnight walks across the moonlit sands of Ogygia.
The beautiful moon shining in the sky, the invigorating, perennial sea breeze buffeting him. The soft sands, gleaming like ivory, yielded under his bare feet. The sea assumed a dark hue as it reflected the starry night sky, the froth of the gentle waves like pale horses riding the crests of the waves. The long leaves of the palms swayed and rustled in the breeze, creating a pleasant sound. He was alone in this vast nothingness, accompanied only by the nocturnal wildlife.
But Percy did not feel scared as he jogged along the several miles long beach, barely twenty feet from the dense jungle occupying a large part of the island, away from their house.
He had only just realised how large Ogygia was. It was larger than the original Rome.
Sometimes, he used his newfound power to fell trees without damaging the trunks. He used them as weights, apart from doing several hundred pushups and sit-ups to keep in shape.
Sometimes he meditated to get in touch with his domains, and the closer he came to completely understanding them, the more horrified he became.
It was... utter chaos.
However, Percy was still a soldier at heart, and never threw away a weapon. He harnessed his utterly destructive powers, rivalling hydrogen bombs, apart from teaching himself the basics of godhood- how to flash, how to change your appearance, how to control the Mist, etc. He spent long hours, almost five or six each night, practising his powers. He loved the addictive, intoxicating rush that pumped adrenaline through his veins, every time he immersed himself further in his Darkness.
Talking of that, that was what he was doing right now.
He sat on the sand on the beach, right by the sea, his feet lapped gently by the waves of the sea. Beads of sweat, cool and inviting, rolled down his forehead.
Percy had never been too out of shape, to begin with. Well, at least since he stepped foot into Camp Half-Blood. He had a toned, lean and athletic body, without the slightest ounce of fat, that several girls drooled over.
Then, at New Rome, he started working out seriously, building muscle, making the other gender drool and blush more. Even then, he had never been too buff, like Jason or Frank, preferring to keep his lean, toned body.
And now, with his ichor and regular, rigorous training regime, he was becoming buff. Not to Ares or Atlas extent or anything- that was gross- but his shirts felt tighter around his chest, his abs and biceps were more pronounced and slightly larger, making the girls blush madly whenever they caught glimpse of his newly developed body that made him look his part, like a chiselled Dark God, a sweet and tempting, unreachable fruit.
A Dark ball of glowing gold and black shadows, a pure sphere of Dark, destructive energy, floated in his open palm, swirling like a hungry, volatile vortex, mid-air. Absent-mindedly, Percy clasped his fingers over the ball, dispersing it into wisps of dark shadows that escaped between his fingers, leaving small craters of fine sand around him.
Out of nowhere, a man screamed in sheer terror, caught in the violent throes of a nightmare, right in his mind. Percy grimaced, closing his eyes as he willed the screaming voice away. His domains were acting up again, showing him things that he did not want to see.
Insects- worms, spiders, centipedes and cockroaches- crawled up his feet coming out of the fine sand at his feet, gnawing at his skin. Percy felt the creepy, crawling feeling of millions of feet on his skin, and the burning feeling of their numerous poisons going to work. Not sure if they were real or imaginary, Percy pushed some Dark power into his feet. They were still there.
Nightmares.
The god faintly wondered if he should take another syringe of Calypso's miracle medicine that made all of his realistic nightmares go away. Unfortunately, she kept tabs on each one of them, so she could know 'exactly when he got his nightmares'.
So, that ruled that out.
Fuck PTSD.
Percy decided to let the imaginary insects keep gnawing at his feet. Blocking out the pain came easily enough- he had a lot of training in that department- as he lost himself in memories and recollections of the past month.
It was cute seeing the Little Big Three blush madly whenever he hugged them. Yep, their puberty was okay.
Percy felt a little creeped out that his own little sisters, and another he viewed as his little sister, thought him to be hot.
Well, to be fair, he had kissed Thalia that one time. He still felt grossed out at kissing the Huntress he viewed as his sister in all but blood.
His mind wandered from there, recollecting small, meaningless anecdotes that came with living with a harem on an isolated tropical island.
He had decided not to be alone anymore. He would live. He would live as he did, this time without Annabeth in his life, allowing himself to be healed.
He had taken to his old habits of flirting- shamelessly teasing and flirting with all- Huntress, Goddess, Titaness, Demigoddess, Oracle alike.
Something which won him no points with anyone, despite all the vibrant red or gold blushes and stuttering.
So, he had changed tactics.
Corner them where others can't see.
He never pushed them to do something extreme, that they didn't want to do. Despite feeling creeped out about flirting with women he viewed as sisters or best friends, he tried to keep the awkwardness bubbling inside him to a bare minimum, reverting back to muscle memory, acquired by countless days of flirting and making random girls blush violently, while Annabeth watched from a distance, slightly aroused by the thought of him pounding another girl into oblivion as she watched.
The first was Hestia. She had taken it to be her duty to show Percy how much she loved him, as a method of healing him. It was almost as if a switch had been flicked in the gentle hearth goddess as she continuously sent flirtatious touches up his body, exploring his broad chest, massaging his firm muscles whenever they hugged, stealing kisses here and there. No longer content with hugs and platonic kisses, Hestia now almost always had her soft ruby lips attached to his, her tongue entangled with his, whenever they were alone.
Percy's eyes glazed over. No matter how much he tried to think of the innocent goddess in a platonic way, her actions was making it very difficult.
She kissed almost as well as she sucked, his mind supplied.
It was true. How and where the virgin Hestia learnt to French kiss, Percy could only wonder.
And the way her eyes burned with ferocious anger and jealousy, a demonic look shadowing her godly visage, whenever she caught him flirting with someone else, made her look cute. Even more so than usual, coupled with her small height and lower lip jutting out as she crossed her slender arms under her... massive melons.
Percy remembered the others.
Time: The Past Month, Percy's Flashbacks
Aphrodite looked well in the bikini she was wearing, Percy concluded firmly.
He could see why she was the goddess of love.
She possessed an ethereal beauty that made her look like a flower from Elysium in the middle of Asphodel. A flower Percy had plucked from her home, which currently adorned him.
Her beauty was more feminine, more soft and gentle than the fierce warrior look that made the Huntresses attractive, or the innocent look that Calypso possessed. She looked like a second Hestia.
Her luscious, blonde hair was spread in a golden halo around her as she reclined regally on the deck chair by the pool, under the shade provided by an umbrella. Her azure eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark Raybans shades. She wore a large, wide-brimmed, white hat, that lay tilted on her head.
Percy's mouth watered at her body. Love's body. Aphrodite's body.
The most curvaceous woman he had ever seen, with the perfect hourglass figure that even goddesses could only dream of, hidden from view by only a skimpy sea green- the same dark shade as his eyes- silk bikini, held together by some strings. Her soft, pale, creamy skin had assumed a perfect, golden tan in the sun, making Percy assume she had changed her skin tone with her powers, since immortals did not get tanned. Even from his distance, Percy smelled her scent of expensive cologne and a natural, floral, lemony scent of her... whatever it was she used.
Her small, lacy bra strained to contain her enormous tits, soft, creamy flesh spilling out between the strings, a heavenly pillow that Percy would like to use every night... for many things. Her erect nipples poked out through the thin fabric, like two small, hard cherries of delicious flesh that invited Percy to latch his lips around them and never let go. Her perfect tits, massive yet firm, with absolutely no sag, sitting firmly on her chest even without a bra- yes, Percy was speaking from experience- jiggled gently every time she breathed, her large chest rising up and falling down.
Percy estimated that each of her large boobs was the size of an average size 7 basketball, with slightly larger nipples than normal. The thought of burying his face in her soft, twin basketball-sized globes of firm, warm, milky flesh, reignited the roaring flame in Percy's loins.
A soft, flat stomach led to her wide waist, not toned or slender like Artemis or the Hunters, but more feminine, soft and wide, childbearing hips. A small, skimpy underwear was all that covered her womanhood, the strings lost somewhere in the sea of the delicious, luscious flesh of her thighs and large bubble butt, glistening with sunscreen. She had no problem with exhibitionism, it seemed. Endless, slender legs seemed to go on forever, only to end in two small, dainty feet that somehow looked elegant and cute, with perfectly manicured and painted nails.
"Mm..." there was a sultry moan, jolting Percy out of his blatant ogling. Aphrodite's sunglasses dangled on her cute nose as she stared at him through hazy, lustful azure eyes, her perfect, soft, pink lips curled up in a smirk, "See something you like?"
Percy returned her sultry smirk. "Oh, I see many things I would like." His eyes wandered over her form, making the love goddess shiver in muted delight as he hungrily roved her slick, tanned body with his eyes, "Yes many things." Licking his lips, he added, "Next time, you don't have to take so much trouble. Call me, I'll rub all the sunscreen you want, all over your body with my very hands. Or massage oil, whichever the occasion calls for."
Aphrodite's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Oh, you don't have to worry. My dear Arty was gracious enough to rub sunscreen over my body, and I run my hands all over hers. She was just here, sunbathing beside me in a skimpy silver bikini. If you had just come a few minutes earlier... she just left."
Percy faltered, as the heat turned to a raging inferno, painfully straining against his unbearably tight boxers at her words- blatant lies, yes, but addictive stuff for his raging imagination.
Aphrodite laid back down, her sunglasses back on, her long, slender arms crossed behind her head in a relaxed manner, seemingly unbothered with what she had just said. She cocked one of her slender legs over the other, as she relaxed completely, ignoring the struggling male- the only male on the tropical island of Ogygia.
A small smile played across Percy's lips. "Don't let Artemis catch you ever calling her that." His smile turned predatory, a small, low growl tearing itself from his throat. "Don't play games with me, love goddess. I'll hunt you all over the planet if I need to, and have you for dessert. You are mine. You will always be mine." And with that, he turned and retreated, letting his words hang in the air, thick with his hidden, burning lust and desire.
Aphrodite had to conceal the shivers running down her spine at his words, goosebumps forming on her smooth skin. Despite her best efforts, a small moan escaped her as she watched Percy's retreating back. Manlier, stronger, hotter, able to make her- the goddess of love, Aphrodite- sopping wet with mere words and sounds. Better than any other man to ever exist, or to exist, in every way imaginable.
"I'll be waiting for when you claim me as your own... Master." For that was what he was, her master, in every way. She willingly submitted her body, mind and emotions to his control when she joined his harem, and she did not, and would not, regret her actions ever.
It was the single best choice Aphrodite had ever made.
Time: Present, Flashback End
Percy was jolted out of his pleasant thoughts by a small, soft hand running over his shoulder.
His nightmare- the insects gnawing at his feet- were gone. His feet were still intact, submerged in the slight water of the sea.
"You're sweaty. What were you doing?" A familiar voice rang out in the silence of the night.
Percy sighed. It was obvious that someone would eventually find out about his nightly excursions. "Pounding Neo. Look behind you, she's passed out on the sand." His sarcasm was back.
Thalia smacked his shoulder as she plopped down on the sand beside him. "Cracking such jokes about my little sister is not funny, Jackson." She hissed venomously.
Percy stifled a laugh, his eyes lost in the silence of the serene sea.
He turned towards Thalia. "You're rarely up. What were you doing?"
"Got up for a midnight snack. I saw the door open, and followed your footsteps."
The daughter of Zeus turned towards him, her electric blue eyes shining with curiosity and worry. Her silky, raven black hair was done in a short, messy ponytail. Percy's eyes wandered over her sharp features, her pale skin seemed to glisten in the moonlight. She was dressed in a baggy white t-shirt that Percy identified to be his, and shorts. Her soft, pink lips parted, revealing her scarlet velvet tongue as she spoke, "Why are you up?"
Percy sighed. "Nightmares."
"And what were you doing?" She interrogated.
"Why are you wearing my shirt?" A teasing smile twisted his lips. "Is it really that comfortable? Or perhaps... it's a substitute for my warmth? Do you really want me to hug and cuddle you in bed all night?"
Thalia's cheeks heated up to a bright red colour, as she blushed down to her neck, despite the furious glare etched onto her face. "Do-don't try to change the topic, Jackson!"
Percy sighed again. "I was training."
He did not elaborate any further, nor did he want to. Thalia seemed to catch his drift as she fell silent, opting instead to examine him.
After some time, Thalia muttered something incoherent, looking away with a furious red blush on her face.
"Huh?" Before Percy could fully comprehend what was happening, Thalia had sprung to her feet, tugging his shirt upwards. Obediently, he raised his arms above his head, allowing Thalia to pull his sweaty black vest off his slick body. The sleeveless cotton vest stuck to his sweaty body.
"Um... what are you doing?" He asked as Thalia straddled his waist, pushing him back, so he was lying flat on the sand.
"Shut up, Jackson." She hissed, "Don't get any ideas- I'm just conducting a strictly medical examination so that I can report back to Calypso."
"Uh-huh, sure. Since when are you reporting back to Calypso?" Percy asked.
Thalia did not reply.
Percy had to admit, she looked beautiful in the position, though she would look even better underneath him. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, her electric blue eyes closely examining his body. Her ponytail had come undone, and her silky black hair cascaded down in a gentle waterfall past her shoulders. Thalia's large tits, clearly visible even through her baggy white shirt, her hard, erect pink nipples poking through the thin fabric of HIS shirt. Her toned stomach, her luscious thighs straddling his waist, her sweet, virgin maidenhood barely inches from his raging bitch breaker.
Quickly, he destroyed that dangerous thought, praying to all the gods alive that she would not detect his stirring member.
Thalia's face resembled an open bucket of red paint as she felt his hips pressing to her crotch, and she prayed to all the gods above that the Dark god beneath her would not detect her arousal and wetness.
Her hands explored his sweaty body, thoroughly feeling up his firm muscles and masculine body, that completely dominated her relatively small frame. The thought of being roughly dominated, spanked, bitten, and pounded, by the smoking hot Dark god in front of her sent pleasurable tingles through Thalia's clit.
She rubbed his smooth chest, Percy's hard nipples feeling like hard, warm pebbles of flesh beneath her soft palms. He groaned at the feeling, making her face drown in red, as her hands continued to wander, seemingly with a mind of their own. She ran her hands along his abdomen, feeling all the ridges and bumps of his scars, that crisscrossed his diamond-hard abs. She pressed against his warm chest, trying to memorize the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Going further, Thalia lightly massaged his shoulder, pressing his biceps and making the god groan. His sweat felt cool against her palms, his skin rough yet soft, warm yet cold.
She leaned down as far as she could, mashing her large tits between their bodies. She could feel both their faces heat up as they felt the other's chest, Thalia's soft pillows of heavenly flesh and, Percy's diamond-hard wall of muscle and strength, pressing against each other.
Thalia brushed her lips against his in a chaste kiss. Her electric blue eyes scanned his dark sea green.
"Calypso is going to know about your nocturnal training." The musky scent of his sweat, his warmth, his strength, his roughness and aggression, were intoxicating, cloying all of Thalia's sensible thinking processes. "Jackson, prepare to hug and cuddle me all night." She reiterated his earlier teasing words. "Now, kiss me."
And the two youngsters- one a shirtless Dark god, the other a sworn maiden, lay kissing, hugging and cuddling in the sand, illuminated by the silver light of the ever-watchful eyes of the moon.
AN: Hah, how was it?
Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)