AN: Drew and Athena make appearances. Also, Sabaton just released the English version of Livgardet- the Royal Guard! Before you read this chapter, you need to listen to Livgardet/The Royal Guard!
Time: Next Morning
It was almost midday by the time Percy decided that he had to do something about the last two.
Hestia's softness, her warm, comforting, sympathizing eyes still lingered on his mind, and he craved to return to her. However, the others had been adamant that he should do this.
He understood their concerns for their sister/daughter, and respected their loyalty.
It did not make the decision any worse to bear.
He needed to confront Drew and Athena.
He had injected a syringe to keep away any nightmares that might come- his arm was still slightly stinging from that- and he had two more hidden in his shorts, just in case. He had Sabaton's latest release- 'The Royal Guard' blasting in his ears to help him.
He was wearing a sleeveless Sabaton 'Heroes' vest, with the band logo on his back. Pale grey shorts hung loosely around his waist, slightly revealing his tanned skin, and his sexy hipbones.
Or so he had been told by many.
The day was as hot and listless as the one before, if not more so. The sun blazed down on the lone tropical island of Ogygia with a fierce intensity that made Percy's hands itch to test out his new power on Apollo. The breeze was hot and humid, and even the pool or the endless sea did not provide any reprieve. The waters were hot to the touch, and everyone was feeling lazy, restricting themselves to the air-conditioned rooms of the house. Even the wildlife of the island was not outside.
The heat itself was enough to make Percy look forward to his coming confrontation with Drew, if only to enjoy the chill of her air-conditioned room, and get out of the hot, long and squeaky clean, hallways.
He vaguely wondered why the gods did not install central air conditioning so that the corridors would be cool, too. Another entry to be added to his increasingly growing list of things to be rectified in the foreseeable future.
He knocked on the elaborate wooden door with curvy floral patterns, a brass doorknob, and a golden nameplate, with the name, 'Drew Tanaka', etched in stylish, cursive letters that was murder to his dyslexic eyes.
He had to wait for a minute before Drew took the initiative to open the door, fearing that the 'barbaric' son of Poseidon would break her precious door down, otherwise.
"What?" She snapped, holding the door ajar.
"May I come in?" He tried to be as polite as possible, trying not to let the hostile snarl tugging at his features overtake his face.
"May I know what the occasion is, to grant me a visit from your divine self?" He didn't know Drew had a sense of humour, however antagonistic she might be to him. Maybe she could be salvaged, after all.
"I have been sent to collect the list dictating me as to what things I might need to retrieve for your convenience. Personal items, and such."
"Finally." Drew opened the door completely, allowing him entrance. "Let thy noble cause not be postponed any further than necessary!"
Percy gritted his teeth at her needless antagonizing, before he stepped through.
His eyes immediately assaulted by a barrage of bright colours- yellow, pink, orange and blue and green, blending into each other, and making him feel woozy.
His eyes took some time to adjust to the brightly lit room, reminding him of when he was exposed to Hestia's light, but on a lesser level. The curtains were open, and warm sunlight flooded the room. A slight, fragrant smell of expensive cologne and the fruity scent of her shampoo, hung in the air. The bed was made neatly, with pale green sheets and off white silk pillows and velvet sheets, the heights of luxury. There was a full-length dressing mirror outside the walk-in closet, and he assumed that there was another inside. Beside it, was an expansive make-up drawer, organized with neat little bottles and several brushes and boxes, classified according to some mumbo jumbo.
Percy didn't know, he didn't speak Aphrodite.
But what took him off guard was that the room was neat and clean. He was expecting some snobby room, lots of complaining, and lots and LOTS of pink. Well, the room was still luxurious, and Drew did not complain and act like a complete brat- Percy had to give her some credit for exceeding his (albeit low) expectations.
He vaguely wondered why the other girls did not have the same rooms, which they could decorate as they wanted. Why some had more luxurious, while others had plainer, while a few had Spartan living quarters.
He faintly remembered Artemis and Aphrodite trying to explain to him that each room changed to make the occupant most comfortable.
He did not remember most details- he was busy defeating Thalia at chess. Although that might have been because Reyna was at his side, directing his moves. Nevertheless, he always enjoyed Thalia getting frustrated as she lost terribly.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Take this list, and leave!" Drew snapped, making Percy frown internally as he took the list from her hand, his eyes roving her body from top to bottom.
Drew's face was perfect, showing off her love genes, and even without anything, she looked perfect, like a Korean or Japanese supermodel. Her high cheekbones and smooth, porcelain skin glowed, her dark eyes shadowed by long, curly eyelashes, beneath perfect eyebrows. She wore regular, pink lip gloss that made her perfect, full lips shine. Her long, straight black hair was let down. She carried with her the faint smell of her perfume.
Drew wore a tight, pale green silk and velvet dress with embroidered edges, floral patterns curling on the fine fabric. There was a diamond patch right on her chest that showed off her perfect, pale cleavage, silk straps going around her slim neck to hold the dress up. It was apparently unneeded, her massive boobs would keep the dress from sliding off anyway. She had the same, perfect, enormous basketball-sized tits that characterized all daughters of Aphrodite. Her rack, firm and round, sat tightly on her chest despite her lack of a bra. Her soft breasts jiggled enticingly with every breath she took, every small movement she made, the soft, creamy skin of her milk jugs glistening in the light. Her large, erect nipples poked through the thin fabric of her dress, inviting him to pinch, suck and tug at her sensitive nubs of soft tit-flesh.
Her tight dress clung to all her sexy, enticing curves, all her gentle curves and lines clearly visible to the god. A slim, toned stomach led to a wide waist. Her short dress ended just below her ass, her luscious, milky thighs visible and glistening in the light. Almost her entire ass was left hanging out, the firm, soft flesh of her jiggly bubble butt bouncing mesmerisingly in front of his hungry eyes.
All in all, Drew was pleasant to his eyes. The last of his planned private dairy, still in its blueprint stages.
But there was something... off about her, a few things that Percy's attentive eyes caught.
Her perfect straight hair was slightly more messy than usual, a minuscule amount, just a few strands amiss, but it was enough to tip Percy off that something was amiss. The grinding of her thighs together, the rapidly darkening patch on her dress, the fabric around her erect, aroused nipples darkening, the musky scent of feminine arousal that she had tried to cover with perfume- Percy had some idea of what was going on. Drew did a good job at hiding her obviously aroused state, but her impatience to get Percy out of the room told more than anything she could have said or done.
What had she been doing?
Percy's lips tugged into the sexiest devilish smirk he could muster, a dark smile that made women orgasm immediately when they set sights on him.
Finally, the composed dam that Drew maintained like an impenetrable fortress, shattered under the invisible force of his best smirk. Despite her Aphrodite genes working overtime to maintain her composure, not to let anything leak through, Drew failed miserably. Her cheeks reddened alarmingly, till she was blushing so hard, so hard, that Percy feared that Sabaton would start comparing her blush to blood splattered on the trenches.
Her face red, and her thighs grinding to suppress her arousal, Drew managed to ask, "You think that you can bring the things I have mentioned on the list?"
Well, well, she was so full of surprises at every turn- Percy was sure that her Aphrodite heritage was stretched taught trying to hold her together, but still, it was an impressive feat on her part. "Well, Hermes is-"
She did not let him complete the sentence.
"Good." And before he knew it, Percy was rudely pushed out to the HOT corridor.
He laid his head against her door, the wood cool against his skin, straining his godly senses to hear her. The rooms were mostly soundproof, but Percy's close proximity, and godly senses allowed him to hear her words clear as day.
It did not help that Drew shouted her lungs out, announcing as loud as she could, "FUCK ME HARDER, PERCY! FUCK ME LIKE I'M YOUR OBEDIENT BITCH, MASTER! I HAVE BEEN A BAD GIRL, PUNISH ME, DADDY!"
Percy decided to tease her some more. He knocked loudly on the door, "You okay in there Drew? Should I call someone?" He tried to keep anything incriminating out of his voice, trying to sound as worried as he possibly could.
There was no response.
Percy smirked to himself as he directed himself towards the library, the only place sure to hold the wisdom goddess.
One down, one to go.
He had saved worst for last.
His feet moved on autopilot, taking him down the long-winded, mostly empty corridors, which made him reflect how empty the house really was. Maybe some more girls for his harem... or maybe the toddlers he longed to see in his arms, his goddesses pregnant with his babies.
Percy shook his head. Too early... too early to think of breeding.
He diverted his mind to other topics- Drew was already his, the only thing to do was to make her open up to the others- not a particularly difficult task, more like an interesting side project when he wasn't busy with someone else, or was bored.
Either way, he knew the perfect tool to break the strong-willed, obstinate daughter of Aphrodite. A thirteen-inch magical bitch breaker that he always kept on his person.
And... before he knew it, lost in his thoughts, Percy was standing before a pair of large, imposing, dark oak doors that he had hoped he would never see during his eternity on the island.
He pushed the doors to the library open, being met with overwhelming, deafening silence. All the sounds, the lights of the outside world drowned in the artificial, electric lighting of the massive room, maybe as large as the Olympian throne room.
Rows of shelves, all laden with books of all kinds, ranging from modern paperbacks, to ancient scrolls, tomes or even papyrus. The smell of leather, ink and old paper, wafted in through the air. Long, sterile-looking desks lined the room, all leading to a large, dark ebony desk at the end of the room. There were table lamps at every chair, along with a fully equipped pen stand, containing all sorts of stationery.
As Percy wandered through the long corridors in search of the elusive wisdom goddess, he plugged in his earphones again, blasting some... you guessed it, his favourite band, Sabaton.
The words did not register in his mind, the normally exciting music forming only white haze. Percy had never thought that he would be this enamoured with books.
It was difficult not to be mesmerized by the sheer variety, even in the small section of the (HIS, he reminded himself) library he had traversed. There were books with all kinds of covers and colours- he identified diamond, ruby, human skin, ivory, plutonium, uranium- 235, fullerene, frog skin, some sort of coins, paper currency, rare ammonite fossils. He even saw book covers made with small swords and knives, and gunpowder, too.
There were all kinds of languages, letters, and fonts, most of which Percy could not ever hope to be able to read. There were books as large as tombstones, and ones so small that he would need a magnifying glass to read it. There were books only a page thin, and others thicker than the entire compilation of all the Bibles in history put together.
"What are you doing here, Percy?"
He almost had a mini-heart attack.
Gasping for breath as he jumped back at the sudden intrusion on his solitude, he silently cursed the music in his ears, which blocked him from hearing slight sounds. The sounds he had made echoed through the deafening silence that stretched on in the infinite library.
Calypso stood in front of her, her eyes shining with mirth at his reaction. She clutched a dark brown, leather-bound tome to her chest.
"That was not funny." Percy hissed, "What are you doing here?"
"I came for this." Calypso's ever-cheerful voice was like the tinkling of bells. "Its the Encyclopaedia of Ten Million Godly and Mortal Diseases, Symptoms, Treatments and Medicines- Allopathy, Homeopathy, Therapy-"
"Stop stop stop!" Percy shook her shoulders to break her out of her mumbling. "Take a breath, Calypso." And as if just to please him, Calypso took a deep breath, making an obnoxious sound, her amber eyes shining childishly. Her perfect lips were curled up in a beautiful smile.
Percy smiled down at her, pecking her lips lovingly. The Titaness blushed golden at his affection, and Percy was going in for another, when a voice cut in their tender moment.
"Can you stop defiling the sanctity of this temple of education, and take your pre-copulatory activities elsewhere?" Athena's voice was dry, bland and devoid of any humour.
Hearing her voice, voice feeling Percy tense, Calypso looked up at Percy worriedly.
He squeezed her shoulders comfortingly. "I'll handle this." And he gently pushed her towards one of the other tables.
Percy took a deep breath, feeling Calypso's amber eyes linger on him as he pulled out one earphone to free himself to the long-awaited conversation with the loathed wisdom goddess.
He turned around to see her reading, a relatively small modern book in her hands. She held a small black notebook in her other hand, and was frequently making notes, in a perfect handwriting, and not the illegible scrawl that he had.
He appreciated what people had. Athena had divine beauty, unparalleled intelligence, and fierce skills in the arena. She considerably lacked in the character and social skills department.
He took a gamble, and slid into the seat next to her. "What are you reading?"
"You wouldn't get it."
"What?" Percy asked, feeling slightly sad that she hadn't even taken a second to insult him. Maybe she was really that far gone.
"No, I literally mean this book's title is 'You wouldn't get it'. Anyway, good morning to you, too, Perseus."
Percy ignored her usage of his full name. The fact that she could talk to him civilly, without telling him to die, was a significant improvement. "Now, that's the most civil thing you have ever said to me since we met!"
Athena flipped over a page delicately, her nimble fingers deft and experienced. "Why are you needlessly antagonizing me, Perseus? I have tried to ignore our past... conflicts in favour of peaceful symbiotic co-existence. I implore you to cooperate."
Percy drummed his fingers on the table, bored out of his mind. "I came here to get your list of personal items for me to retrieve."
He suspected that Athena still remembered his impromptu torture session where he almost shattered her mind, and so, was trying to be civil. Or maybe the hostile, cold treatment she was getting from the others was finally getting to her.
Yes, Percy had discovered his remarkable powers of torture through eye contact, quite by accident on a fine moonlit night, on an unfortunate snake that he had mistaken for another nightmare. The poor reptile had its own grave, dug with great sorrow, in the sea.
"Oh, please wait a minute," Athena responded, "I'll just jot them down."
She tore a piece I paper from her notebook, and began writing elegantly on it with her dot pen.
Percy took the moment to examine the wisdom goddess.
She was pleasing on the eyes. Her soft, silky blonde hair fell in gentle princess curls, past her shoulders, framing her face in a golden halo. Long, curly eyelashes framed stormy grey eyes, sharp and calculating, almost as if they were boring into one's soul. Her skin was slightly tanned, just like Annabeth, a bright, golden colour that went well with her hair. Her face belonged on an angel from heaven, her venomous, silver tongue alien behind her soft, pink and tender, lips. Her perennial, pleasant smell of old parchment tickled his senses, the sound of a pen scratching against paper in his ears.
Well, besides the heavy metal.
She wore a plain white shirt and grey trousers made of fine cloth. Even as she wrote, the goddess' large D- cup tits hung heavy with milk and soft flesh, a sizeable rack on her white shirt. Her tits were firm and round, sitting perfectly on her chest like heavenly, warm pillows. Her lack of a bra was visible, and her erect, large nipples were slightly visible through the thin fabric as a faint shade of pink on white fabric. He suddenly had a lewd urge to brush up on his breast and nipple torture skills right then, right there on the library table, with Athena as his unwilling test subject, and Calypso as his audience.
Percy's eyes wandered down her slim, toned stomach, hidden beneath the loose t-shirt, to her wide waist. The trousers, unfortunately, hid a lot of good things, and Percy could just imagine her soft, luscious creamy thighs and round, jiggly bubble butt, just begging to be spanked hard.
He saw Athena, a collar on her neck marking her as the family pet, leashed to a bedpost. Artemis, Aphrodite and Hestia were triple penetrating her with dildos. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her blonde hair pale and frizzy and sticky with cum, her cheeks flushed red. She was just a mindless blonde bimbo as she sucked on Hestia's rubber dick, while both of her holes were being pounded by Artemis and Aphrodite. Her tits had been molested and tortured, red and angry and sore, several nipple clamps still attached to her flesh. Her beautiful bubble butt was red and sore, spanked and groped and molested by his goddesses.
"Here, this is the list." Athena handed it to him, before turning away. Her voice was strangely soft and gentle, as if she wanted to apologize for all she had done and caused, but didn't know how to.
Percy turned his back on her, ready to walk out with her list of personal items, ready to IM Hermes with a bulk order.
"Thank you, Percy." The wisdom goddess' words reached his ears even through the Wehrmacht chorus, and Percy raised his eyebrow in response, though she couldn't see it.
"For never stereotyping, and discriminating against me. For being the outlet for all my emotions when no one was there beside me."
He left without responding, ignoring her words, leaving a slightly heartbroken goddess behind.
But inside, Percy was still pondering the wisdom goddess' vague words.
What did this mean?
AN: More on Athena will be explained in the future, in elaborate chapters, at least that is my plan. But you know fanfictions, anything can happen. Buckle yourself in, cause we are in for a rough ride. I hope I can start regular sex scenes before chapter 30.
Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)