AN: Also, if anyone can translate tit sizes in bra cups, please PM me. My clueless ass can't understand shit, and I need to compare them to sports balls to give myself a comprehensive understanding. It's easiest that way.
Time: Same Day, Sunset
Phoebe and Atalanta cuddled into Percy's sides as he held them close, not fully understanding what was going on. Well, that was mostly because he was watching the football match on the TV. Bayern were thrashing Barcelona.
And he was loving every moment of it.
The sun was setting outside, and the bright day was slowly turning into night.
Percy leaned his back against the glass door, enjoying the slight warmth of the setting sun, his eyes glued to the massive television screen mounted on the opposite wall. His skin stung slightly from the chill of the AC, a delicious feel against his tanned skin. The warmth of the two girls snuggled close into his sides comforted him, keeping the nightmares at bay. Their soft, silky hair tickled his skin, their floral scent on his mind. Their smooth, bare skin pressing against his bare chest, their legs pressing against his.
His heart raced, though his close proximity to the two Huntresses was not the only reason.
His lips twitched upwards of their own accord, his eyes shining with glee as Coutinho, recently subbed on, scored another goal.
The kisses he had shared with the other girls were still fresh on his mind, and Percy knew that he was... digging his own grave. They would find out eventually. Hestia already knew, Piper suspected... and he knew that others had some gist of what was going on, especially the loose-lipped Aphrodite.
"Why are you shirtless anyway?" Atlanta started, only for Phoebe to complete her line. "Have you no shame?"
Percy snickered. "Were you twins in a past life?"
"That doesn't answer our question." The blonde asked.
"Shh, I'm watching the match." Percy reached for the remote, but it was already in Phoebe's hands. She flicked the remote out of his reach, switching through the channels.
"Hey, I was watching that!" Percy's protests fell on deaf ears, as she continued to surf through the wide array of channels.
"Football, football, football again." Phoebe wrinkled her nose as she watched Chelsea pass, and lose the ball to Tottenham. "What is this garbage?"
"Premier League," Percy muttered, but she was not paying attention, as she passed the remote to Atalanta.
"Basketball," she intoned bored, "Is there no good sports channels? Why are you even watching- ah, wrestling."
She watched for a few seconds, but then wrinkled her nose in disgust as she changed channels again. "Golf... ah-archery."
Phoebe voiced her thoughts, "Ugh, disgusting. Who would want to look at that when you have this sexy body right here?"
She laid her palm flat on Percy's chest, sending goosebumps up the god's skin, as she batted her eyelashes at him, staring up at him with her dark eyes.
Percy felt his self-control finally snap.
"Hey, I was watching-" Atalanta was cut off abruptly, as she yelped in surprise.
Percy effortlessly picked up the two girls, one in each arm, and slammed them down on the table, treating them like ragdolls.
His strong grip tightened on their wrists, preventing them from struggling, their legs held captive by his own as he straddled the two on the table, restraining them, but taking care not to hurt the two Huntresses.
He pinned their hands to the table beside their heads, mashing their bodies close together under him.
They looked sexy in that position, imprisoned to the table next to each other, sharply contrasting the other, yet so similar.
Atalanta had lustrous, silky blonde hair, a shade unique to children of Apollo, a bright shade of gold that reflected the sun's might. Her eyes, a beautiful azure like the clear sky, shined with barely hidden lust as she struggled futilely in his strong grip. Percy noted absentmindedly that her eyes were almost the same shade as Aphrodite. Her slightly tanned skin, was perfect, a feature that all children of the sun possessed, much like their Poseidon counterparts. Her full, puffy pink lips were parted slightly as she panted.
"Le-Let me go, Jackson!"
Phoebe had a... much more dangerous beauty, like a thorny rose. Her hair, was the same shade of dark red as a rose, flowing in a dark curtain, distinct from Rachel's fiery red hair or Artemis' dark auburn. Her dark, almost black, eyes held a fierce aggression as she violently struggled to free herself from his grip, her teeth gritted. The layers of anger burning in her eyes, cleverly hid the lust deep inside, the Huntress doing her best to keep her carnal desires hidden. Her pale, creamy skin glistened in the light, her cheeks tinged pink despite her best attempts to hide her blush. She did not have an aristocratic face like Reyna, but her face reflected beautiful danger, with sharp features and dangerous shadows.
The two Hunters had tits much larger than average, and Percy estimated Atalanta's firm tits to be at least mid C- cup and Phoebe's to be slightly larger. Not as large as the immortals, or the children of love on the island, but very close, with an almost negligible difference. They looked much more delicious mashed against each other on the table, beneath him, and Percy resisted the urge to tear their shirts off with his teeth, and then, like a mindless animal, devour their delicious boobs. They were wearing tight bras, despite that, their milky tit-flesh jiggled and bounced madly, mesmerizing him as they struggled.
His eyes hungrily roved their restrained forms, making them shiver as they felt dark, sea-green eyes mentally undressing them. His eyes wandered down from Atlanta's conservative, plain white t-shirt to Phoebe's slightly ripped t-shirt, which revealed her creamy, pink shoulders and toned, slightly muscular stomach. Matching black shorts hid curvy, broad waists that invited Percy to wrap his arms around them. Their bare thighs, smooth skin glistening in the light, pressed against each other.
They looked so small beneath him.
The oldest surviving Hunters, restrained by the Dark son of Poseidon, their strong, combat-hardened bodies delicate and frail as a flower before his aggression.
Percy wondered how thrusting between those thick thighs would feel, the two Hunters wrapping their thighs around his massive cock, scissoring each other with his impressive manhood between them.
He grinned down at the town blushing Hunters. "You know what, I think you are finally at your rightful place."
"Wh-what do you mean, Jackson?" Atalanta asked, her cheeks inflamed.
His grin turned to a devilish smirk, that made the Hunters' knees weak, and their underwear wet in anticipation. "I'll tie you up with lots of silk and ribbons, and serve the two of you for dessert. With lots of fruits and cream. Maybe you can provide the milk, too."
Seeing the girls' faces drown in red, he continued, intent on making them hornier than ever. "The best cooks always make their desserts look beautiful. I don't need to do that. My desserts are already the best." Not only the two beneath him, he was speaking for every girl on Ogygia when he said that.
"Sh-shut up, Jackson." Phoebe had steam coming out of her ears as she blushed down to her neck, her pale shoulders taking on a deeper shade of red. Atalanta seemed to have lost her capabilities of speech, her mouth just opening and closing, no words coming out. Her face resembled an open bucket of red paint.
Percy decided to move in for the kill, just as Phoebe opened her mouth to say something.
He leaned down, finally taking away her ability to speak.
His lips pressed gently against her soft lips, just a chaste touching of lips that made the daughter of Ares jolt. Her struggles stopped, and she lay still for a moment on the table, before, excitedly, she kissed back as well as her lack of experience would allow.
Percy led her like a puppet on strings, never deepening the kiss, but content with memorizing every contour of her soft, pink lips, their lips moving together in sync.
Phoebe's enthusiasm more than made up for her lack of skill, as she tried to convey all the burning emotions threatening to burst her heart.
Percy felt Atalanta's eyes on them, as she pressed herself closer to them, shivers and gentle tremors of arousal running through her body.
A thought, a startling realization formed in his brain, making him break his passionate liplock with his favourite daughter of Ares.
He grinned down at the breathless, red-haired girl, his eyes wandering over to his favourite daughter of Apollo. His smile widened, as he leaned in close again, this time, with his lips close to their ears. Red mixed with gold, forming a glowing halo of smooth, soft hair on the table, making two of his angels look even more divine than they usually did. The blood-red light of the sunset light gave their smooth skin a divine, red glow, as if they were bathed in blood.
The blood of all his enemies.
He felt a smile tug at his lips as they shivered, feeling his hot breath on their skin. "You two are a set... a beautiful set that should never be parted. I hope you won't mind if I take the both of you for my own use."
He shifted his head, so his lips were hovering over Atalanta's, a hair's breadth from her parted, soft, pink lips. She exhaled a breath that she did not even know she had been holding, her heart racing in excitement and anticipation as she eyed the lips she so desired.
"Now, Phoebe..." Percy whispered huskily against her lips, "Let me introduce your sister to what you just felt. What say you?"
Without waiting for her answer, he closed the distance between them, finally satisfying Atalanta's deepest desires as his lips pressed to hers.
Time: An Hour Later
"If you really do not follow my orders, there is nothing I can do for you, Percy." Calypso intoned in a bland voice.
The day outside was dark, night had fallen. The dark purple sky over the tropical island was dotted with stars that one wouldn't see anywhere else in the world. An entire world drawn in the black canvas of the skies. The wind had changed direction, but still, the pleasant breeze blew, entering the room through the open window, and ruffling the green leaves of the moonlace plant potted on the windowsill. The white flower, exposed to the silver light of the moon, glowed a pale silver. A sweet aroma of freshly cooked food and the invigorating smell of the garden right below the window, wafted in, completely giving the infirmary a different smell.
Percy had been in Calypso's infirmary in her (his) newly improved house in Ogygia, enough times, that his mind had unconsciously related this delicious smell to medical wards, not the disgusting, sterile scent of disinfectants.
"You've been missing sleep. A lot. Do I need to go to your room every night and make sure you sleep?"
"Yes please."
Calypso ignored him, though her cheeks tinged golden at his implications. "You've taken four syringes today. Improvement..."
She looked up at him, scrutinizing him. "Unless you're having nightmares, and not using the syringes I prescribed you."
Percy gulped. That had been precisely what he had been doing.
The Titaness' eyes caught that little movement, just a small bob of his Adam's apple, and she threw her hands up in exasperation. "Lo! The Dark god thinks himself to be above diseases. Oh, I think we should all bow down to you, o divine Lord of all that is Dark!"
Although her words stung slightly as she essentially reminded him that he was in a sense, 'evil', Percy knew that she was saying it out of worry for him.
He himself felt a bit bad for disobeying his orders. She spent night and day searching for proper medication for him, and spent at least an hour every day personally preparing soups and herbs and potions for him.
Calypso looked cute as she ranted, Percy decided. Ichor rushed to her cheeks in anger as she shouted at him, giving her pale skin a golden tint. Her caramel hair was braided in a simple, yet elegant braid, and thrown over her shoulder in her signature style. Her soft skin and gentle features were appropriate on a gentle, divine Titaness like her, accentuated by the glowing silver flower in her soft, silky hair. Her amber eyes shined, her soft pink lips parted, forming words that did not register in Percy's mind. Her voice, like the soft tinkling of bells, did not belong in this mortal plane- it belonged on a divine angel from the Isles of Blest. Her floral scent, lemon and rose and moonlace, overwhelmed his mind.
His eyes travelled down her slender neck to trace her collarbones, before drifting down to her chest. Calypso was not wearing a bra- she never did, lacking a suitable selection of clothes, something which Percy sought to rectify in the near future- and her erect nipples poked through her thin dress, clearly visible. Soft, hard pebbles of sensitive flesh on milky tits, similar D cup tits that Annabeth possessed, and even without a restraining bra, her massive tits sat firm on her chest, soft and round, like two divine pillows of soft flesh, jiggling every time she moved.
Her soft, slender arms seemed so fragile and delicate. She was clad in the only dress she possessed- the white dress with gold trimmings that she had sewn over and over again during her confinement on the island. Lace covered her back and waist, allowing him a sneak peek at her smooth, creamy skin, but hiding his goal from view. Her ass was round and firm, soft like her tits, jiggling with every movement.
Percy's hands itched to grope her, to molest her innocent body, to spank her and to suck on her boobs until her undoubtedly delicious nipples were sore, but he restrained his animalistic desires.
"-Are you even listening?!" Calypso suddenly shouted at him, shaking him out of his thoughts.
Seeing his complete blank look, the Titaness sighed, taking a deep, shuddering breath to calm herself. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, making Percy shrink in his seat.
"Just-just-" She again took a deep breath, gesturing offhandedly towards a disgusting mixture that sat on the table beside her, that Percy had to drink every night. "Just drink this, take your medicines, and get out of here. Leave me alone."
She collapsed heavily in a chair, drawing it in front of her working desk, without looking back to see if Percy had had his medication or not.
Percy looked towards her, feeling saddened, but respected her wishes and need for privacy. Silently, he gulped down the bitter-tasting fluids, without protest, grimacing slightly as he popped in a cube of ambrosia to refresh the horrible taste in his mouth.
He turned to leave, and had one foot through the door, when he heard a slight sound. A hiccup.
Calypso was sobbing.
The Titaness was sitting in front of her desk, facing away from him, her head in her hands as her body was wracked with quiet sobs. The moonlace in her hair had been ripped off, an action which the Titaness normally never did, her braid undone. Soft caramel hair cascaded down her back, obscuring her smooth skin from his view.
Percy decided he no longer wanted to be ignored by her.
Disregarding the fact that she was sobbing, Percy stormed back into the room, furious at himself. He picked up Calypso from her chair with one arm, effortlessly as if she weighed nothing, slamming her fragile body into the wall. The Titaness whispered at his harshness, struggling in his grip as her hands were restrained behind her by one of his larger paws. She was held up by his knee, planted between her luscious, soft thighs. She bit her lip, fearful yet excited and aroused at his roughness.
"Look at me." Tears streamed down her face, thinking she had angered him in some way, and Calypso flinched at his harsh voice, looking away. At any moment, she would be hit by the god who took on Titans as a mortal, and her delicate body would give.
"I told you to look at me," Percy growled dangerously, but still, she did not obey.
She whimpered as she felt a harsh grip on her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Her bloodshot amber eyes, wet and shining with tears that streamed down her face, met dark sea green.
"Now, tell me what is wrong." It was nothing short of a strict command, and Percy expected to be obeyed.
"N-nothing."
"Do not hide things from me, princess." His voice was low and dangerous.
Calypso suddenly felt a burst of anger jolt through her veins. Who was this god, daring to threaten her?
"You want to know what's wrong?! Well, I'll tell you." She snapped. "Years after you left, leaving me alone on this island, this boy came along. A son of Hephaestus, Leo. He told me he could get me off this island. I felt so happy for a while, an entire two days I was happy, the first time I was truly happy since you were with me. You know why?! Because I could finally be with you. I could see you after all these years. But then, Leo told me, that you were with Annabeth, and he knew you, and you had never once mentioned me. I was so sad, I was waiting for you to rescue me, and you were with another girl, and had forgotten all about me. I saved your life." She hissed.
"I refused. It would have been too painful to meet you. I refused freedom, because I was naïve enough to think that I could be happy, that you would rescue me. And now, look what has happened! Fate really has a way of twisting our lives, we are in a fine pickle, aren't we?!" She laughed shrilly. "I'm now just a rebound for you to get over Annabeth's death."
Percy felt tears choking him at her rant, and he suddenly regretted the anger boost he had given her so that she would spill everything.
"I-I tried. The-the gods refused," He spoke, and Calypso turned sad for a moment, looking down. "I'm sorry." She whispered.
"No-no," his voice broke, "I-I should be the one apologising."
He let the Titaness go, but she did not move away from him, instead resting her head on his broad chest. She drew a shuddering breath, listening to Percy's racing heart as he wrapped his arms around her.
"I-I promise that I'll follow everything you say from now on, Caly. Yo-You'll never be alone again."
"Never mind, Percy. I have decided that I won't fall for you anymore. I have done that once, I won't make the same mistake twice."
He looked at her sadly. "Do-Don't say that. You don't know anything yet... Can I tell you a secret?"
Calypso hummed, looking up at him from her position on his chest. Her chin was resting on his sternum.
"You were my first crush."
She looked up at him with wide amber eyes, a bright smile tugging at her lips. "Really?" Her voice was childish, as if she had discovered a chocolate castle.
Percy nodded, smiling down at her.
A new flame of hope was rekindled in Calypso's lonely heart, an old, buried desire for the son of Poseidon burning brightly again.
She leaned up to stand on her tiptoes, softly pressing her lips to Percy's. Both of them felt sparks fly when their lips met, soft and warm and slightly wet from the previous tears. Although it was just a chaste touching of lips, Percy felt Calypso's emotions, her insecurity, through their contact.
"My first kiss." She smiled at him, when she pulled away a moment later, sporting a bright golden blush and a shit-eating grin.
Percy smiled down back at her. "Maybe there's hope for us, yet."
Time: That Night
Percy's blood called for him to step outside. The night was so fine, so beckoning, but he refrained, remembering his promise to Calypso.
Just a bottle of water, and he would take another few sleeping pills, and go to bed.
He did not really want to go back, the nightmares were too much for him to bear. He pressed his wrist against his sweaty forehead, trying to block out the hellish memories that replayed over and over again in his mind. He felt his eyes sting and burn, but no tears fell- he had run out of those a long time ago.
The night outside was so beckoning, no different than the others before it, but yet, so alluring. The dark sky, studded with stars, wisps of dark clouds floating in the endless heavens. The dark, glistening sea that softly swept the sandy beaches with soft waves, beckoned him. The wind was especially strong tonight, swaying the trees and making the relatively calm waters of the pool choppy. The waning crescent moon was reflected in a thin slice of silver in the glistening waters of the pool.
Fifteen minutes, Percy told himself.
He would stay here for a maximum of fifteen minutes more.
The dining room was silent behind him, as he stared out of the sliding glass door, a chilled bottle of iced water in his hand, his back resting against the table.
"Can't sleep again?"
"How do you know?" He lolled his head back, watching Artemis upside down as she casually sauntered up to his side. The moon goddess sat down beside him, drawing her knees to her chest as she rested her chin on them, staring outside.
Percy straightened his head to stare at her, taking in her divine form and nightly attire.
Her dark auburn hair fell in soft curls to her back, a rat's nest in her sleepy state. Still, she managed to look more beautiful than many minor goddesses he had seen. Her sleepy silver eyes stared outside with a sudden attention, that made them sparkle and shine in the moonlight. Her pale, creamy skin seemed to glow silver as she bathed in the moonlight, brightening up the world around her. Percy would not be surprised if that was in fact the case. Her face was one of the most beautiful ones he had ever had the pleasure of seeing, right up there with Aphrodite, Calypso, Hestia, Thalia and Piper. Despite being a battle-hardened Huntress, her face held a gentle softness to it, not the sharp, aristocratic features as Reyna had, but soft and gentle cheeks and nose on equally soft skin.
She was wearing a loose-fitting, shirt- Percy realised it was his shirt- that dipped down to her chest, revealing her smooth collarbones and slight cleavage. Because Artemis was always in her twelve-year-old body, Percy was the only male, perhaps apart from Apollo, who had seen her tits, perfection given physical form, rivalling Aphrodite, soft and firm, jiggling madly with every breath she took. A slim, toned stomach with lithe muscles gave her a dangerous, graceful look. Her toned body led to a slim waist, and a firm, toned ass. Her massive tits were mashed against her slim legs, the boxers she was wearing, had slipped, giving him a glimpse of her smooth, slim waist. Her thighs were thick and luscious, creamy and soft, and Percy wanted to use them as his earmuffs.
Wait, back up a bit. Familiar navy blue told Percy to whom those boxers belonged. The lion in his loins stirred when he realised that the man-hating, maiden goddess of the moon, desired and lusted after by all Greek males, was wearing his old, discarded boxers.
His mind provided him with a lewd image of Artemis and Thalia scissoring, moaning in wanton lust as they leaned back, Cathy, Cynthia, Angela and Sydney sucking on their massive tits. Phoebe and Atalanta were locked in a passionate kiss with their man-hating leaders, while Ruby had her face buried in their dripping, grinding snatch.
Percy discarded the image, but not before he silently vowed to make his imagination reality, and he would, if all went to plan.
Artemis snorted, jolting Percy out of his thoughts as she replied sarcastically. "I don't know, maybe it's because you are sitting in the dining room in the middle of the night for no reason? Perhaps you can tell me more."
Percy sighed, "The nightmares, you know? They are eating me alive."
Artemis scooted closer to him, throwing a comforting arm over his shoulder as she pulled herself closer to his warm, muscular body. "Hey, Percy, I know alright? You can tell me everything."
Percy laughed humourlessly. "No, Artemis, you don't know anything, okay?! You go to sleep, and lights out, that's it! Me, I have been awake for the past month, always sleepy, but never being able to doze off. It's like the Russian sleep experiment!"
"Hey, no need to snap at me like that, okay?!"
Percy continued, ignoring her. "Calypso means good, really she does, she is just too naïve, sometimes, you know? I can't sleep, every time I try, there is... just something there!"
"And that's why you slept beside my lieutenant, who, incidentally, has sworn off men, and has a crush on you?"
Percy was silent for a moment, surprised and thrown off. He had to be blind not to see the jealousy in her voice. "How do you know all this?"
He did not turn to her, instead staring off into the silent night, sad and reflecting on his misery. Artemis snorted, "I see everything that happens in the night. Goddess of the moon, does it ring any bells?"
"Thalia helped me keep the nightmares away, Artemis. Annabeth used to cuddle up with me... I can't sleep alone, unless I'm absolutely exhausted, and ready to blackout. That is why I train in the night."
The moon goddess rested her head on his shoulder, her auburn hair soft and comforting against his arm. "Calypso was really sad and angry with you. I told her that you tried to free her years ago, but Zeus lied to you, but she wanted to hear it from you."
Artemis continued in a soft voice. "You have to take her shopping once, to buy her clothes and furniture. Not only her, Athena too."
Percy gave her a sceptical look at the last part, but Artemis only raised an eyebrow at him, her silver eyes shining fiercely. "What? She is my sister, too, you know?"
"She is a heartless bitch."
"Watch your tongue, Jackson." She switched over to his last name, like she always did whenever she was dissatisfied with him.
He continued to stare at her blankly. "Ares and Hercules are your brothers, too."
Artemis wrinkled her nose at that. "Unfortunately, my father can't keep it in his pants. Ignore that. Athena is nice, Hestia, Aphrodite and I can testify to that. She is just... sad and angsty. You can talk to her to find out what's wrong."
"She tried to kill me. Several times."
"You are a son of Poseidon going out with her daughter."
"What?" She batted her perfect eyelashes at his raised eyebrow. "Gods have killed for less."
"We are really messed up." Artemis did not respond to that, merely humming in agreement.
They remained silent for a while, just enjoying each other's company. "Will you stay with me tonight?"
Artemis raised an eyebrow. "So bold of you to ask the man-hating maiden goddess of the moon to sleep in your bed."
Percy chuckled, surprisingly, Artemis was the first girl since Aphrodite who could talk to him without stuttering or blushing furiously. Or maybe she did, but her golden cheeks were hidden by her silver glow.
"Well, usually, I only have to turn up and all the girls drop their pants for me." Both of them chuckled at the truth in his words, "But I don't mean it like that."
"Oh? Then is this the part where you pin me to the table and kiss me roughly, as you did to Phoebe and Atalanta?"
"Aren't you angry?"
Percy's words died in his throat as his cheeks heated at an alarming rate. Artemis leaned in closer in response to his question, crawling on her hands and knees in front of him. The neckline of his loose t-shirt dipped down even further, giving him a view of her cleavage and her massive tits, swinging and bouncing enticingly. "Or maybe you'll take it a step further and take me on this table. No one will see us."
To emphasize her point, Artemis tugged at the shirt, slipping a pale, creamy shoulder to his viewing pleasure. Her soft skin flushed pink, glistening in the moonlight.
His shirt, which she had claimed for herself, hung crooked on her voluptuous body, showing her shoulder and much of her milky tits, inviting him to grope and molest her untouched body. And she was on her hands and knees in front of him, ready to worship his cock if he chose to finally let her touch the object of her desires, hidden away in his enchanted boxers. And unknown to her, he too, strained to reach her.
Percy growled deep in his throat. "Don't make me do something I'll regret later."
Artemis moaned at his aggressive voice, laying a small, soft hand on his chest. "Perhaps, then, I should take the first step." Her soft, pink lips were a hair's breadth away from his. Percy felt her breath in his face. She smelled of the forest, a fresh, calming scent of nature.
"I've been waiting for this for such a long time. I love you, Percy." Her entrancing, silver eyes flicked to his lips, finally breaking eye contact. His heart beat faster at the declaration, and he could see her silver eyes shining with love, dark with lust.
And Percy was tackled to the ground by a half-naked moon goddess, her soft lips locked with his, their tongues engaged in a struggle for dominance.
AN: There is a beautiful thunderstorm outside. I can see the Calcutta skyline through the window in my room on the roof. The trees outside are swaying violently in the strong winds. The sounds of the storm are music to my ears, the sight of the distant city lights through the endless curtain of rain straight out of a picture. I can feel the cool breeze through the open windows, delicious on my bare skin, and there is a slight spray of chilled rain on my naked body. I'm in bed, cuddling with Lace in the warm sheets. The night is beautiful.
Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)