AN: Fuck, this was supposed to be a surprise, but I already announced the girl on Wattpad. Anyway, for the others, have fun guessing!

Time: A Few Days Later

"Percy."

He was in bliss, sunbathing beside the pool. He could see why Aphrodite enjoyed this so much.

The sun gently kissed his tanned, bronze skin, slick with sunscreen that he had been forced to wear, gentle and loving as if Asteria herself was caressing his naked skin, running her nimble fingers through his raven hair. The boisterous humdrum of the real world, which could grow old at times, seemed to fade away as he closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of the shadowy hands of sleep clawing at his consciousness, trying to steal him away from the world. A gentle smell of flowers and fresh food wafted through the air, teasing his nose and tempting him to open his eyes, but Percy resisted. The urge to go off to sleep was too great to resist.

"Percy." The voice repeated with greater urgency.

The day was peaceful, as were most days on the warm, tropical island of Ogygia, in the middle of nowhere, where the heat bred laziness and content in the beautiful, powerful (my autocorrect corrected powerful to powerwolf, lmao) immortals inhabiting the untouched piece of virgin nature. The sun was up and shining in the cloudless sky, as blue as Aphrodite's eyes, its shine reflected in the golden sands of the beach, like Athena's sun-kissed golden skin. The endless forest, as mysterious and beautiful as its goddess, Artemis, the emerald leaves of the tree swaying and rustling in the gentle breeze, like Thalia's beautiful hair in a breeze. Seabirds cried out as they soared overhead, as colourful as Piper's ever-changing kaleidoscopic eyes or Rachel's paintings, and as dangerous to the endless fish in the sea as Reyna's wrath.

"Percy." The annoying voice repeated.

And in the midst of it all lay their home, as beautiful and dainty as Calypso in her dresses, and as warm and comforting as Hestia's hugs.

Percy was lying in a patch of soft grass in the yard lining the swimming pool, sunbathing. His head rested on a soft cushion he had brought from the living room against the girls' advice, his head sinking into the soft comfort of the cushion, nestled against the base of a tall palm, its long leaves providing him shade and fanning him slightly as they rustled in the perpetual breeze of the island.

"Jackson."

The girls had decided that today would be a great day to spend at the pool, and though Percy had no objection against it, he could have done without being woken up at six in the morning for stupid shit. Even his much higher than normal dose of sugar, enough to make a sloth run miles, wasn't able to wake him up completely, making him crave the comfort of his bed to catch up on lost sleep.

He had tried to sleep at the bottom of the pool, but Rose and Violet were constantly badgering him there, so he had opted for the next best thing. And apparently, he could not be left in peace to sleep.

"Jackson!"

"Sheesh, woman, I'm up, I'm up! I regret ever going to sleep, I'm sorry!"

He sat up straight, kicking his legs in a childish tantrum as he looked around for his tormentor.

"What do you want, Aphrodite?" He looked at her, annoyed, trying to conceal the blush creeping up on his cheeks as he tried not to ogle her practically naked form.

She was lying sprawled across a deck chair just beside where he lay on the soft, cool ground, an umbrella protecting her body from the sunlight.

She smirked at him, looking over her sunglasses at him with her azure eyes twinkling with mischief. "See something you like, Perseus?"

She accentuated her words by squeezing her slender arms together, making her sinful chest pop out even more.

Percy glowered at her, even as he battled his natural instinct to look at her chest. "You know I don't." He felt a devilish smirk curl on his lips as he looked back at the swimming pool. "Or perhaps I do, after all. Artemis' ass looks irresistible."

Almost as if feeling his gaze on her silver bikini-clad body, Artemis turned to Percy with a bright blush on her face, fanned by his teasing wink which made the moon goddess yelp as she turned back to her game in embarrassment.

He could feel Aphrodite pout beside him. "You know I was not referring to that."

"Oh yeah? Then what were you referring to, exactly, Aphrodite? You might need to show me... after all, you do know how dense I am, no?"

Percy was pleasantly surprised to see the love goddess blush adorably before she turned back to the girls frolicking about in and around the pool.

He took advantage of Aphrodite's distracted mind to yield to his body's natural instinct to visually explore her pleasing body.

Aphrodite was... well, she was Aphrodite. She was always perfect, no matter who saw her.

Not Percy though, he had seen her during her worst, and, like the other girls, he loved her flaws as much as he loved her virtues. And she was all his, and only his, for eternity.

Her physical appearance was something, which, according to her, he was the only one to ever see. Apparently, she appeared as whatever people wanted her to be. Men wanted her to be their perfect, ideal female, so she always appeared different to them. Society wanted her to be a slut, so she was a slut.

He wanted her to be herself, so she was herself on the island, away from everybody and their thoughts, finally back in her original identity after so long, with flaws and moments of emotional need.

Percy had been staying with his harem for almost two years now, and so, it was obvious that he would know them and their needs in and out. Long nights of just holding the love goddess in his arms as she let herself loose, all her fears, frustrations and feelings of resentment and regret convinced him of the fact. She was, in a way, just like his other, beautiful goddesses.

Athena, bullied. Artemis, ostracized. Hestia, forgotten. And Aphrodite, idealized. Forced to be someone she wasn't.

People tended to forget that part.

To him, Aphrodite had shiny blonde hair, that fell in a gentle cascade of soft hair not unlike Athena's own, her bright golden shade quite close to the wisdom goddess' own. She had pale, flawless creamy skin that made Percy want to run his lips all over her body, taste every inch of her. Her beautiful azure eyes better than the sky could ever be, was regretfully hidden behind a pair of dark Raybans. Percy did not even see why she needed it, seeing the wide-brimmed, luxurious white velvet hat she was wearing that shaded her face. Her full pink lips, the most kissable pair of lips Percy had ever seen, just begged to be devoured and ravished.

She was so annoyingly perfect, her make up perfect, not even a single strand of hair out of place- it made Percy want to mess her up, see as she panted in wanton lust, ached to touch him but in vain, and lost composure, all thanks to him.

The thought of not letting her touch him was surely a difficult one, Percy admitted, as he watched her slender arms, her creamy smooth, soft armpits and inner arms as she stretched, revealing her slender, perfect hourglass figure with a slim waist, wide childbearing hips and tits that Percy wanted to die suffocating in. Her slender arms returned from her stretch to cross below her breasts, with the added effect of accentuating them even further, not that they needed anything to draw a man's attention to her chest.

Oh gods, her tits.

Her massive tits, slightly larger than Piper's already impressive call, made her look as if she had breast implants. There was no way in Tartarus that someone's tits could be so large, so perfect, look so soft, delicious and inviting with absolutely no sag, hugging her chest firmly. But, Percy knew, those two mouth-watering bags were anything but artificial. Swallowing the saliva that had involuntarily collected in his mouth as he eyed her erect, undoubtedly delicious nipples poking through the thin fabric of her revealing bikini, he found himself wondering if she could give him the tasty titty milk that Piper had.

Oh, who was he kidding, of course, she could.

Percy followed the thin strips of silk that connected the skimpy top of her sea-green bikini to the bottom half. Her bikini left little to the imagination, with her bra barely doing anything to cover her nipples and leaving most of her cleavage and the underside of her boobs exposed, with a few strips of fabric connecting to her more conservative bottom half, which was tied with thin ribbons of sea-green silk, and showing everything that the average bikini bottom showed.

On Aphrodite, it was enough to make everyone salivate in hunger for a piece of her delectable ass.

Her perfectly round bubble butt, rivalled perhaps only by Artemis' toned ass, jiggled and bounced deliciously with every step she took, her natural seductive sway effortlessly and unconsciously making her hips sway. Her pale, creamy asscheeks hidden partly by her bikini bottom, making Percy all the more curious to explore her ass, his eyes immediately drawn to the way the silk dug into the soft, supple flesh of her ass.

Percy made a mental note to swap his pillow for her ass. He wouldn't mind snuggling his face against her creamy behind every night.

It was accompanied by equally sought after, sinful, supple thighs that looked incomplete without his cock between her thighs, his thick white seed painting her already pale skin white.

Fuck, he thought, shifting uncomfortably as he felt Junior stir in his swimming shorts. He wanted to feel every inch of Aphrodite's sinful, erotic body against his face, against his lips, against his cock.

Wait... was she wearing the sea-green bikini just for him?

And did he mention the fact that she had also applied sunscreen? Her sexy body glistening with sunscreen that looked more like lotion, made her look even more sinful and erotic.

His sea-green eyes, a few shades darker than the silk hiding her skin from them, flicked back up to her face, faintly taking note of the faint blush dusting her flawless cheeks. His eyes met mesmerizing azure, and it took some time for Percy to register the fact that Aphrodite had noticed his blatant staring.

He offered her an awkward grin.

"Pervert." The love goddess muttered, the blush not lessening as she looked away.

"So, why did you wake me?" Percy asked, trying to change the subject.

"No reason. I didn't want you sleeping through the entire day... again."

Percy huffed at that, making the love goddess smile as she stared back at the girls in the pool. "They look happy."

"They are," Percy muttered, agreeing with her as his eyes followed Thalia plucking Athena's book out of her hands and tossing it into the open dining room. He felt a pang of hurt at how familiar the action had been, before he forced his eyes to look away. Hestia was splashing her feet childishly in the water as she contentedly sipped orange juice, Phoebe and Atalanta on either side of her. The other girls were engaged in various sports, but Percy couldn't care less.

They were undoubtedly sexy, yes, and he would be the one to readily admit it later, but right then, his mind refused to stray far from Aphrodite.

He realised something with an uncomfortable lurch in his stomach.

Aphrodite was just like Hestia, constantly distracting others from something by her silly antics, taking care to see no one was in need of anything, material or emotional.

She was truly the goddess of love and emotion. The only sad thing was that she had been hidden away from the world behind a false mask, forced to be someone she wasn't.

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

"Thanks, Aphrodite."

She turned back to look at Percy, an amused grin on her face. "What for?"

Her azure eyes bored deep into his, her sunglasses hanging from her nimble fingers.

Percy found it difficult to look away, but he did. "For everything. I'm sorry for not paying attention to you more. The world has been a complete asshole to you."

He felt guilt weigh him down as he stared at Athena tumbling into the swimming pool, making the others laugh. He managed only a small twitch of his lips, unable to laugh carefree.

"Hey, sexy." He felt her sidle beside him.

Somewhere along the line he had backed up to lean against the trunk of the palm tree, and now, the two, the God of Hatred and the Goddess of Love, sat beside each other, leaning against the same tree.

She laid her head on his shoulder, making his heart rate pick up, so loud he was sure that she would hear him. Ichor rushed to his face as he caught a whiff of her expensive perfume that played with his nose.

"It's okay, Percy." She laid her soft palm over his, making him blush. Even four years ago, he wouldn't have believed Aphrodite was capable of such gentle, loving gestures. "What's important is how you feel. What do you feel?"

"I-I'm not sure. My heart feels torn into pieces, but in a good way, you know what I mean? I feel like I'm safe, I feel like I would kill the world for you. I would trek to Tartarus and back for you... all of you. I feel I shouldn't be moving on from Annabeth, but I can't but love you all."

She smiled, tracing small circles on his tanned bronze skin, her perfectly manicured nails sliding smoothly against his slick skin. She shivered, feeling his toned muscles shift and flex underneath her touch.

Percy, against his better judgment, allowed his arm to snake around her slim waist, drawing her closer to his body, enjoying the way her breath quickened at her close proximity.

He turned to look down at her, cocking his head as he gazed deep into Aphrodite's eyes, looking as if he was trying to figure out something. "What do you think?"

She smiled softly. "I think you were made for love."

He raised an eyebrow. "What was that supposed to mean?"

She laughed, a soft sound that made Percy want to hear it again. "That came out wrong. What I meant was that you are a good lover... the best anyone could ask for, in fact."

His goofy smile made Aphrodite's eyes flick down to his perfectly kissable lips, making her dart her tongue out to moisten her already perfect lips. Realizing the turn her thoughts had taken, Aphrodite blushed again looking back to the front. She was sure she had blushed more in Percy's presence than she had since her birth.

"Oh really?" He sounded surprised. "Well, thanks."

"I did mean it. You are the best." She snuggled deeper into him, enjoying his warmth.

"You're really good at emotions, then?" Percy said in a challenging tone, trying to change the subject. "Well, I'm good too."

"Oh? Then what does your wisdom say?"

"My wisdom says you are jealous of Athena."

There was a small silence, confirming Percy's somewhat wild guess. "You are not as clueless as you look."

Percy allowed himself another goofy smile. "I'm a genius. But what I want to know is why?"

Aphrodite looked sad for a moment. "Have you looked at her? Who wouldn't want that delicious, perfectly tanned golden skin? I have been trying to tan almost everyday since I came here. I'm still with... this."

She poked her pale skin to punctuate her words.

"I think your skin is good. As good as Athena's. You don't need to change anything to be perfect in my eyes, Aphrodite. Be yourself. That's what I try to tell everybody. But that's not everything, is it?"

"No, it is not." She admitted, taking a deep breath. "Athena is so beautiful, and smart, and strong... yes, she was bullied by some of the other gods like Poseidon," Percy winced at that, "-but she could retaliate. Her spear is feared on Olympus. She is not completely helpless. I don't have anyone or anything to protect myself with, I just have to go along with everything that they say and make me do!"

Percy was surprised, not at her story, but at the fact that nobody noticed her volume. "Were... were you raped?"

She snorted. "I'm Aphrodite, the goddess of love and sex, hun, the most lusted-after woman in the entire world. What do you think?"

"Oh." Percy felt awkward, yet a familiar feeling welled up in his chest.

He sighed, looking back at the pool, silently comforting Aphrodite as he held her in his arms. "Sometimes, I cling to hatred. This is one of those times. Tell me Aphrodite, who do I need to kill?"

"You already did. Ares is in Tartarus... Can we talk about something else, please?"

"Alright, love." Aphrodite's heart leapt at that, but she did not want to hope. Ah, who was she kidding, this was Percy, she knew that he loved her and the others in the harem equally, and so, she could let everything loose to him. Her domain of love might have helped in reading his feelings. "What do you want to talk about?"

"About that secret room beneath the pool where you keep all your dangerous pets."

Percy's eyes widened comically. "I did not take you to be the type to like reptiles."

She winked at him. "I have a way of surprising people. And don't try to change the topic- if you don't show me today, then the others might just be told by a certain dove."

He resisted the grin that tugged at his lips. "Even if I show you, you won't survive the journey without me. The journey's completely underwater."

"Are you forgetting that I was born from the ocean, too? Trust me, Percy, I can breathe underwater, too."

"I didn't know that." He looked broody for a moment. "You really are a bitch, you know that, Aphrodite?"

And he allowed himself to be pulled up by the giddy goddess.

A few minutes later, he was at the bottom of the pool, making sure that nobody sans Aphrodite was following him.

Percy was in his element, something which he had been familiar with since childhood. The water around him was comforting, the effort he had to put behind every movement relaxing, the cold touch of the water soothing his skin. The continuous feeling of gravity pulling his body lessened, giving him the impression that he was flying free in the endless sky.

And in a sense, it was, the endless sky. There was no one at the bottom of the pool to distract him from his thoughts, leaving him like a lonely cloud in the sky. The sunlight refracting through the gentle, crystal waves formed intricate patterns on the marble, floating and dancing like leaves in the wind.

Percy touched the marble, feeling himself come to a stop as he looked up at the crowd of legs swimming about on the surface, treading water as they played, a big red ball splashing about the water. Cute, sexy bodies and equally desirable asses, which Percy knew he would be able to differentiate between at a glance, given enough time to familiarize himself.

"Ready?" Despite Aphrodite's earlier words, any lingering shred of doubt that Percy had, was wiped away as he saw her floating right beside him, able to speak and breathe underwater, as comfortably as him. Coincidentally, his breath briefly accompanied his doubts on their little trip to nothingness.

She looked like the mermaids that mortals imagined, depicted as a blonde, untouchable beauty that even time could not touch. Her bright, shiny blonde hair floated about her head like a golden, divine halo that made her look every inch the angelic goddess she was, her azure eyes piercing through his soul, somehow distinct against the crystal clear, equally blue waters around them.

Percy tried to keep his eyes from the delicious things the lessened effect of gravity underwater were doing to her body.

Realizing that he had spent a tad too long just ogling her body, Percy turned to the marble where he knew the hidden entrance to his secret lair lay, desperately hoping that the blue waters hid his flushed, golden ears.

He touched the marble, channelling a bit of his power into it as he spoke, "Death in the shape of a Panzer Battalion!"

Unable to meet Aphrodite's raised eyebrow and mirthful eyes, he swam ahead as soon as the underwater tunnel appeared, leaving the love goddess to follow suit. As soon as she entered, the marble was replaced, and cool looking lights lit up, illuminating the small tunnel with bright blue and soft green lights that made Aphrodite gasp at its beauty as she swam along the somewhat narrow tunnel.

It had been so long since she had actually been underwater, a few millennia if she had to hazard a guess, that she had almost forgotten what it felt like. She felt like a queen finally returned to her throne.

Aphrodite could not help the gasp that escaped her perfect lips when she surfaced in a small pool.

She was in what could be best described as a small forest. Even the ground was covered in soil, with trees and creepers growing everywhere. There were small lights that provided illumination in the darkest edges of the room, but the majority of light came from the pool, which glowed with a bright blue light.

Aphrodite could spot a bright emerald snake that was imitating a vine. Also, the massive crocodile Percy was petting was hard to miss.

Percy's eyes were immediately drawn to Aphrodite's sea-green bikini-clad body as she surfaced from the water, her azure eyes sparkling in childlike wonder as she gazed around, a small smile on her beautiful face. His eyes were drawn to her damp blonde hair, straight and sticking slightly to her face. Rivulets of water streamed down her slick body, making her creamy skin glisten in the light. He ignored the urge to control the water to strip her of the wet silk hiding her body.

Croc, yes his pet Saltwater's name was Croc, and don't you dare say anything, nuzzled his palm, seeking his attention.

Percy absentmindedly petted her as he watched Aphrodite giggle as Sam nuzzled against her legs, writhing and swimming circles around her slender legs.

Percy kicked off, swimming across the pool to replace the bull shark between Aphrodite's legs. Immediately, she crossed her legs, trapping him against her.

Aphrodite wrapped her slender arms around Percy's neck, a teasing smile on her face as she looked down at him. She was sitting at the edge of the pool, with Percy still treading water in the pool.

"Voulez-vous me dire quelque chose, ma dame?" He stuttered and stumbled through the line, hoping to appear suave, trying to speak properly.

Aphrodite smiled at his attempt. "You practised that, didn't you?"

His silence was all the answer that she needed. "You butchered it. Don't try French ever again."

She pulled him in even closer. "You don't need to do anything to earn this."

And her lips met Percy's.

The Dark god gasped into the kiss as he felt the love goddess kiss him, pouring her entire heart and soul into the searing kiss. It took him a few moments to clear the cobwebs in his head and reciprocate the kiss, their lips moving in perfect sync as they shared a kiss that only experienced lovers are entitled to.

Percy's hands wandered to her creamy thighs and squeezed, making her moan into his mouth as her grip impossibly tightened, drawing him as close as humanly possible. He felt her delicious tits rub against his toned, muscular chest, making the hunger stir. Her nipples, stiff and hard beneath the sea-green silk, poked his chest.

The two broke apart, both of them breathless and golden faced.

"I love you, Percy fucking Jackson."

Before Percy could respond, he was pushed playfully, making him splash back into the pool.

Gasping in surprise, he surfaced again, only to see Aphrodite jump up and giddily run towards the forest.

Any other man's eyes would have been drawn to her perfect bubble butt, jiggling and bouncing deliciously as she ran. Or the wonderful things it was doing to her equally perfect tits.

Oh, who was he kidding, Percy would be the one, and the only, to be playing with her body for eternity.

But at that moment, he found it hard to tear away his dark sea-green eyes from the blinding smile on her face.

At that point, Percy thought the lights in his lair were no longer needed.

Her smile could have lit up the whole world.

AN: What sort of kinks do you want for the next chapter? What do you think of this chapter?

-Valkyrie77,

Professional Genius.