AN: DEATH IN THE SHAPE OF A PANZER BATTALION! Someone should play this to the Taliban. Lmao.
Time: Two Days Later
"Movie night! Movie night! Movie night!" Phoebe and Atalanta chanted together childishly, trying to annoy Percy in the same way he annoyed them.
Needless to say, it was working.
Percy's eyebrow twitched as he tried to concentrate on the ice cream in front of him, an exotic flavour that Hestia had stumbled across one day, trying to make Asian food. The ice cream was of course, not chocolate ice cream, but it was a close second. Percy decided he had his second favourite ice cream flavour.
It was... gur (/ɡʊə(r)/) flavoured ice cream, apparently from India.
Seeing Percy's blank look, Athena had explained that it was jaggery, another form of sugar.
Well, Percy was always up for sugar and trying desserts, and he did not regret it. It was only a wonder how he did not get obese from the tons of sweets- chocolates and ice cream, and cookies and cakes and puddings- he consumed each day. Was it the immortal blood flowing in his veins or the constant heavy training he carried out every day? Percy would never know.
His spoon scraped the bottom of his bowl with a metallic clink, making Percy's eyes twitch as he realised that he had run out of ice cream. The chanting by the two Huntresses only got louder, accompanied by the relentless banging of their utensils against the wooden table.
The other girls smothered laughs at his misery, making Percy turn around to glare at them through bleary eyes. He had dragged himself out of a nap just for dinner, and you could say he was very eager to return to sleeping, his sleepy state not clearing yet, calling for him to return to the comfort of his bed.
Percy could literally taste the longing on the tip of his tongue.
Oh no, his bad, that was just the remaining specks of ice cream he was licking off the bowl.
Still, the realization did not make it any better, as the cool, inviting sting of the cold air-conditioned air sending up goosebumps on his skin just made the warmth of his bed all the more tantalizing.
His mind wandered to the softness of his sheets, the warmth of his sheets, the softness of others, the warmth of cuddling with his girls, to how delicious their assets felt beneath his palms, to how delicious their skin felt against his lips, to...
His trail of thought was derailed again by the annoying chant from the two childish ancient hunters demanding a movie night. His fingers twitched, urging him to spank the shit out of Phoebe and Atalanta, to have them kneeling beneath him, to have their bodies twisted in lewd positions as they finally submitted to him, to mark them as his, as only his.
He gulped the excess saliva in his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to smother his arousal, looking out of the sliding glass door at the rest of Ogygia, lit up in the night, in a futile attempt to gather his wandering thoughts.
The entire day was grey, oppressive yet cool, calm and quiet. The grey skies, with large mountains of dark-bellied clouds rolling across the heavens, ushered and hustled by the strong breeze, promised of impending rain. A gentle, fresh breeze, quite a break from the perpetual seabreeze of the tropical island, freshened up the life of the island, swaying the tall trees and making the fresh, emerald leaves rustle. The waves in the sea were gentle, lapping at the golden sands of the shore gently, fizzing out with white froth, retreating with a gentle caress.
The sky was dark, a deep shade of purple illuminated by the same map of stars and constellations Percy saw every night from his beautiful home. The Huntress, a beautiful pattern of stars smeared across the night sky, kept an eternal watch over Percy's home, ensuring the safety of him and his family. The moon, like the sun, was hidden behind the endless clouds, emitting just a dull, hazy glow barely marking its position on Zeus' domain. The sands of the beach were riddled with tracks, all eventually washed away by nature, with time.
The day had been lazy, barely rolling on. It had been a pain in the ass to while it away, doing nothing. There was nothing he could play, (despite his shelves overflowing with video games and the games room downstairs, as Thalia so kindly pointed out) so Percy had opted for the next best thing to kill time. Cool days, calm days like these always made him feel sleepy, and so it was obvious what he would do. Bury under the sheets and fall asleep.
The only thing he missed was the comfortable warmth of someone beside him, though he supposed, it was his fault. He blamed his laziness for his reluctance to leave the bed's comfort and seek out someone for cuddles.
Hmm... he thought, finally considering the Huntress' suggestion seriously. The sound of the gears turning in his dense head was almost audible, barely drowned out by the loud chant and the girls' laughter.
Movie night = Cuddles Possible Sex = Good night's sleep
The realization came to him in an almost comical fashion, making him jerk out of the pleasant food-induced coma he had sunk into, abruptly.
He struggled to sit up straight from the lazy, slouched position he had assumed, leaning against the cool glass.
"Pfft, alright, you win." He said in what he hoped was nonchalance, trying to pass off as annoyed and not eager, trying to keep every dreg of excitement from leaking into his voice.
Apparently, he sucked at acting, or the girls were just too good at reading him. Or the pack of werewolves he had once infiltrated were too fucking dumb to see through his apparently bad acting.
Everyone gave him a suspicious eye at the sudden change in demeanour as Phoebe and Atalanta whooped in victory, not noticing or not caring.
"Suck on that." Phoebe punched the air at their perceived victory, speaking to no one in particular.
"What are you planning, Jackson?" Artemis asked, her silver eyes narrowed in jealousy and suspicion.
"Wouldn't you like to know, moon girl?" Percy teased, making Artemis' nostrils flare at another annoying nickname.
Percy leaned in closer to the goddess, his goddess, a sexy smirk curling on his lips. "You've had your turn, haven't you? Don't be greedy."
Artemis' cheeks turned golden as she realised what he was talking about, her eyes glazing over slightly as she remembered the night.
Asteria could not help the chuckle escaping her at the nickname Percy had come up with for her twin. "Ha! Moon girl!"
The ensuing argument, and the laughter, were still going on when Percy was dragged into the room shared by the two Huntresses, practically always joined at the hip.
He took a moment to look around the room, taking note of everything. He had been to their room fewer times as compared to the other girls.
The walls were painted a deep, blood-red that brought out everything in a sharp contrast, dark yet bright. The two windows were covered with black curtains lined with silver, a theme that was mirrored in the bedsheets. Several drawers and cupboards lined the walls, including a glass walk-in closet just beside the door to the attached bathroom. There was only one large king-sized bed in the room, making Percy raise an eyebrow. Did they sleep together?
His dark sea-green eyes wandered over to the curved screen fifty-inch television, one of few items of entertainment in the room. There were a few books in the shelves lining the walls, and the two Huntresses proud bows and quivers were well taken care of, displayed on a separate shelf. There was also a silver and black rocking crib at a corner, with a shelf full of baby care items and toys beside it. Percy assumed it was for the three cute little puppies they had adopted, when he had asked the girls at Ogygia about pets.
"Alright, so what's going on?" Percy asked, trying hard not to be as dense as he usually was, trying to discern if they had some ulterior motive.
Of course, they had, and of course, leave it to Percy not to realise anything.
"Nothing, Jackson. I just wanted to watch some movies and cuddle. A great day for cuddling, don't you say?"
Beads of mercury like sweat rolled down Atalanta's chocolate skin as she lied through her teeth, hoping Percy wouldn't notice anything amiss as she tried to distract him with what he wanted most at that time. It wasn't hard to notice that, that was what he wanted most that day.
The daughter of Asteria threw a glare at Phoebe, who grinned sheepishly from her position on the floor.
"Sorry." She mouthed at her, picking up the various pieces of -how should I put it?- merchandise, that littered the floor from last night.
Her ears tinged as red as her lush hair, the daughter of Ares continued picking up all the pictures and Percy Jackson sex toys, only to dump them in the nearest drawer she could find while Atalanta continued to distract raw oblivious Dark god.
Cursing her laziness, and cursing herself for not checking before entering the room with Percy, Phoebe angrily swiped everything below the bed, the oldest and the simplest solution to quick cleanups in the book.
"Um... are you alright there, Phoebe?" Percy asked, concerned for the daughter of Ares, trying to look over Atalanta. The daughter of Asteria jumped up, her blonde hair in his face, trying her best to distract him from Phoebe, who was almost done.
Her small hands gripped his shoulders firmly, steering him away from Phoebe as she tried to keep the blush from her face at the embarrassing situation they were in. Percy could not be allowed to see how horny they were, and he absolutely could not be allowed to get any inkling of their massive crush on the clueless Dark god.
"I'm sure she's alright, Percy. She is a Huntress, she can handle any monsters under the bed." Her clear blue eyes shined in hilarity as Percy chuckled at her joke.
"That was a good one, I've to admit." Percy chuckled, before looking down at Atalanta's slightly red face. "Doesn't answer why you're acting so weird though. Even my room is dirty all the time. You don't need to clean up."
"A girl needs to hide some things from guys, Percy," Atalanta explained as if talking to a child, watching as Percy gained an understanding look on his face, as clueless as ever.
Especially when 'some things' are an extensive collection of nudes of said guy, Atalanta added in her mind.
"Ye-yeah, Percy. I'm fine, I just bumped my head." Phoebe stuttered, a pink blush dusting her cheeks as she realised her position, trying to hide Percy's nude pics from him. "And that's it, I'm done."
She breathed a sigh of relief as she stood back up, dusting her shorts as she turned to look for Percy, only to realise that he was not paying any attention to her anymore.
Her eye twitched in mild annoyance as she joined Percy and Atalanta.
The two were standing above a comfortable crib, its bottom laid thick with layers of soft, fluffy blankets and pillows of a variety of bright colours, to keep the occupants warm.
Even the coldest of cold hearts would melt at the cute triplet of fluffy white and black Labrador puppies crawling about in the soft mass of blankets, their tiny paws sinking into the cotton as they whimpered and barking squeakily in their high pitched baby canine voices, excited as soon as they saw their mistresses and their lover.
"Aw." Percy may be a reptile lover at heart, but he held affection for all of nature's creatures, great and small.
With the exception of cats. Well, house cats, at least.
But that was a story for another day, Percy mused as he tenderly picked up the only black-furred puppy of the triplet, cooing gently as he held her up to his face. The female puppy panted, cutely sticking out her little pink tongue as she stared back at Percy with wide, brown eyes brimming with innocence.
Laughing at her cuteness as he nuzzled her cold, damp nose, Percy held her to his chest as he jumped onto the bed, enjoying the feeling of warmth the little Labrador puppy gave him as he burrowed deep into the sheets, only sticking his head out.
Phoebe and Atalanta joined him in the bed, snuggling into his sides, holding the twin white puppies.
And the cuddling, and spoiling each other with affection, began.
Percy had his arms wrapped around the two girls, holding them close to his body. Neither Phoebe nor Atalanta seemed to mind, however, as they rested their heads on his broad, muscular chest, ignoring his feeble protests at their hair getting in his face. Maya, their cute black puppy, seemed to have taken a liking to Percy, burrowing into his chest, her little claws tugging at the thin cotton jersey he wore as she sought a comfortable spot on his chest.
The two girls could relate. Percy's rock hard chest was, for some reason, very comfortable.
They snuggled into his sides, resting their heads on his chest. The rapid beating of his heart thumped in their ears, making them smile. The twin Labradors, Caesar and Brutus, padded over to his muscle packed abdomen, curling up on his stomach.
Percy whined playfully about being trapped.
The two girls ignored him, only holding him tighter as they surfed through various channels in the fifty-inch television in their room.
Their arms went around his chest, hugging both him and their three puppies, grazing each other with their fingertips. Their legs trapped his, pinning him to the bed.
Finally, they found a good movie.
Well, the two girls watched, while Percy dozed, feeling cosy and warm, sandwiched between the two girls and the three tiny balls of fur and fluff, affection and cuteness. The dull glow of the television screen formed a pleasant curtain of light that lulled him to sleep like the star-studded night sky.
"Good night!" There was a slight knock on the door, and Artemis' voice called out softly. Percy did not respond, letting his two Hunters answer for him as the small nightly see offs continued, each girl going back to their room after wishing them good night. Even Aphrodite's reminder to use protection could not stir Percy out of the sleepy reverie he had slumped into, despite the feeling of the two Hunter's hot faces and screamed insults, none serious of course.
Aphrodite's tinkling laughter faded down the corridor.
Percy stirred only a few minutes later when Phoebe and Atalanta crawled on top of him, making him finally break out of his sleepiness.
"Where are the dogs?" He asked, his voice slightly deep.
"I put them to sleep in their crib, Jackson. It's late." Phoebe whispered, nuzzling his chest with her nose. Atalanta's fingers absentmindedly played with the dog tags hanging around his neck, making little metallic clinking noises as she watched the movie, a small smile curling her lips.
Alright, every wink of sleep Percy might have had was gone now, as he realised two incredibly sexy Huntresses were on top of him.
He propped himself up slightly against the head of the bed, hugging them tightly against his chest.
Atalanta sighed in content, pressing her cheek against his chest. The two girls hugged each other, their legs entangled with Percy's as they continued watching TV. Percy could not be bothered less about the fucking movie, as he watched the two get comfortable atop him, their smell in his nostrils. The feeling of their soft, silky hair tickled his skin slightly as their heads nestled against the crook of his neck.
Percy's strong arms wrapped around their waists, holding them tightly to his body as he looked them over.
Atalanta was the poster girl for the typical Asteria demigoddess, only much better. Her tanned, golden skin seemed to glisten, like a delicious fruit inviting Percy to sink his teeth into her skin, flawless and supple. Soft, golden hair, a shade darker than Asteria's own, framed her face, contrasting her skin beautifully. Blue eyes as beautiful as the clear, azure sky, stared up at him, a slight pink tinge dusting her cheeks and creeping down her slender, delicious-looking neck. She carried with her the scent of flowers, almost synonymous with Phoebe's deep, coppery blood scent, for they were never far apart.
Speaking of blood, Phoebe was the most beautiful child of war Percy had ever had the pleasure of feasting his eyes upon. Her metallic scent reminded him of a wartorn, blood-soaked battlefield, calling his mind to bask in victory, to gloat in slaughtering his enemies, to sing praises of his wins. An intoxicating feeling of excitement and savage satisfaction always accompanied Phoebe's dark, blood-red hair and her dark, angry and aggressive eyes that carefully veiled the affection and lust she held for him. She challenged him for dominance, and Percy loved a good challenge. Her pale, porcelain skin made her the complete polar opposite to Atalanta's peaceful, tanned appearance, but Percy had never seen anyone be so similar, yet so different, as the two Hunters. Glistening ruby lips beautifully contrasted her pale, glowing skin, inviting Percy to devour her lips and never be satisfied, always greedy for more.
Their differences were reflected in their clothes, too. Atalanta wore a modest oversized t-shirt, his t-shirt, Percy noted, it did nothing to keep him from wanting to rip the clothes off her lithe body. On the other hand, Phoebe continued to openly provoke him, wearing a skimpy (for Hunter standards) silver tank top. Despite the added, though unneeded, dash of sexiness, Phoebe looked as kickass and dangerous as ever. Or perhaps it was her badassery that made her so sexy.
The short fabric revealed Phoebe's abs, yet another point of difference between the two inseparable Hunters. Percy's hands wandered, bringing his two blushing Huntresses as close as humanly possible as he ran his fingers along Atalanta's toned stomach. He felt their tits, her C-cup and Phoebe's slightly larger, pressing against his chest deliciously, making him wonder if he was in Elysium.
His body sank into the soft bed, the two Hunters twisting on top of him so that they faced him, the movie still going on on the TV, forgotten.
The glow from the screen made them look like the angels they were, as they pressed their ample boobs against Percy's muscle packed chest, feeling the shift in his demeanour from sleepy and cuddly to sexy and dominant. Their lithe forms moulded against each other perfectly as they pressed needily against Percy, mashing their tits against his chest as his hands wandered across their bodies, his eyes, brimming with barely restrained, animalistic lust, never leaving their bodies.
Atalanta gave a soft moan in the crook of Percy's neck, her lips brushing his smooth skin as she felt Phoebe tremble beside her on his chest, his hands bringing her the same feeling of ecstasy they were bringing her. Percy's jugular vein throbbed against her lips, so warm, strong and full of life.
And their heavenly, drool-worthy butts. Percy could never do them justice with mere words. Centuries of hunting beside Artemis had made their behinds as delicious as the goddess herself, asses which ought to belong on beings greater, more sexier than supermodels, created by Aphrodite's careful hand.
And that's what they were, and Percy could not be found arguing.
Their perfect, round ass jiggled with every step they took, and Percy had spent many a day just watching their asses jiggle and bounce as they trained, just the perfect combination of fat and muscle. In fact, any and all the fat that Phoebe and Atalanta seemed to have gained, were deposited on their ass and their tits, giving them a perfect hourglass figure comparable to Aphrodite herself.
Percy was having the time of his life as he shamelessly groped their sinful behinds, his fingers sinking into the soft fabric of their cotton shorts and ghosting across their smooth skin, sending goosebumps up their body. His hands worked wonders, his natural instinct and skill shining through as he attended to them differently, pressing against the ever straightforward Phoebe's tight asshole as he ghosted across and teased Atalanta, just as she preferred. He felt their erect nipples poking his chest through the thin fabric of their shirts, which just made it even harder to reign himself in from doing something incredibly stupid.
Seeing his two Hunters pleasantly occupied with his wandering hands, Percy switched them on autopilot, and took a moment to examine himself.
Nobody could help feeling slightly self-conscious in the presence of his girls, and Percy was no exception. They managed to look so gorgeous in everyday clothes, and in comparison to that, Percy was wearing just a loose CR7 Man United jersey, and a pair of black shorts that made him look lazy. His messy raven hair was the definition of bed head, sticking up randomly in all directions, and his eyes were probably still bleary. His voice was deeper than usual, and his muscles were tired, wanting to go to sleep. He probably had horrible breath, too.
Wait, wasn't he a god? Gods don't get morning breath.
Feeling slightly better about himself, Percy looked down at his body. His toned muscles peeked out through the sleeveless, thin cotton shirt, his tanned bronze skin glistening with slight sweat. He carried with him a musky, masculine scent that Annabeth had told him was the best fragrance she had ever smelled. His loose shorts hung limp around his waist, his legs entangled with the two girls' in a tangled mess. His chest rose and fell softly as he breathed, making their heads copy its movement as they snuggled into his chest. His long arms, toned and muscular, wrapped around their lithe bodies, his fingers digging into the soft, cloudy flesh of their superb behinds.
"Percy." Atalanta's voice was soft as she looked up at him, meeting his loving gaze with gentle, blue eyes, her gaze flickering down to his lips.
"Percy." She repeated softly, as if she couldn't believe she was in that position, on her crush's chest, finally in the position she had dreamt of as she laid in their tent at the Hunters, passing long nights. Her fist tugged at his jersey needily to grab his undivided attention, making the other two look towards her.
Percy looked down at her questioningly, only to jerk back as his lips were passionately claimed by Atalanta's soft, full pink lips as she leaned up to kiss him.
This seemed to be quite the common occurrence, but Percy couldn't help his brain going blank every time one of his girls kissed him.
After recovering from his momentary shock as quickly as humanely possible, Percy kissed back the daughter of Asteria eagerly, with equal, if not greater emotion. His hands tightened the grip he had on their soft, pillowy assflesh, his fingers digging into their soft skin to bring them closer to him. He felt their soft warmth pressed against his skin, their intoxicating scent playing merry Hades with his brain.
Feeling Phoebe eagerly watching him engaged in a liplock with Atalanta, Percy broke their passionate liplock, leaving the Huntress red-cheeked and breathless. As she caught her breath, he decided to lavish some affection on the daughter of Ares, turning to the other girl on his chest, and kissed the blushing Phoebe straight on her glistening, inviting ruby lips.
He did not waste any time, using her momentary shock to shove his tongue straight into her mouth, eagerly exploring her mouth. Their tongues tangled together in a battle of dominance that was decided before it even began, the velvet slabs of muscle visibly tangling outside of their lips as Percy tasted her sweet honey taste on his tongue. Their glistening lips moulded together perfectly, as if they had been made for each other, as they swapped saliva. If Percy had not been blinded by her lush red hair in his face, he surely would have been by the equally bright shade of red on her cheeks.
And the three laid there in bed, cuddling and swapping kisses, unmindful of anything else, not getting enough of each other. The movie continued, ignored, and the soft snores of the three balls of furry cuteness added to the pleasant, peaceful atmosphere. The three laid in their bed, alone in a bedroom at night, the moon the only witness as they confessed their emotions, with kisses and cuddles that belied the underlying depth of affection they held.
The movie night was forgotten, the room dark, the glowing screen of the television the only source of illumination, washing the three in a faint light. The bed sheets were soft and warm, and none wanted to leave the position, none could get tired.
Of course, Phoebe and Atalanta had a motive behind the movie night, and of course, leave it to Percy to not realise anything.
Love indeed was such a strange drug.
AN: The ending was a bit rushed, but meh. Since I got the votes only after I already started with this chapter, here it is. No mega lemon, I'll use the ideas later, instead.Keep calm and headbang!