AN: Alright, so this chapter, I guess, will be a major point in the drama, but it's not over yet. I was wondering, I could skip Ruby and Cathy's scenes, because they are OC's, and I don't think anybody cares about them much. It will free up 4 entire chapters for more drama and shit. Anyway, let me know what you think.
Time: Same Time as Thalia's Tent
The campfire crackled in a lively manner, sending orange embers up into the starry, clear night sky, accompanied by smoke that ascended upwards in a ghostly spiral of grey, before fading into nothingness.
Artemis picked up another twig, tossing it into the fire, eager to get as much light as she could from the small campfire. A small, lazy smile of content played across the moon goddess' full, pink lips as she stared into the glowing, orange embers, reflected in her shining silver eyes.
She sighed in satisfaction, shuffling her feet a little to warm herself, getting slightly closer to the flickering, dancing flames, her boots muffled against the soft soil, drowned out by the crackling fire. Forgetting her worries for a moment, Artemis leaned back, using her arms as support as she leaned her back against the log she had been sitting on, tilting her head back to stare into the starry night sky.
The skies were a dark violet, almost black, studded with stars like gleaming diamonds on the darkest of silk cloth, making out discrete patterns that had been studied by the mortals for time immemorial. The moon was glowing a bright silver, an enormous pearl in a sea of diamonds, making Artemis sigh despite its beauty, as she turned away from it, being reminded of all her immortal duties as a goddess that weighed her down for eternity.
The night was beautiful, and she wasn't gonna let anything spoil the mood.
They were in a small clearing in the middle of the forest, just enough to set up two tents with a small campfire between them. The breeze was gentle, caressing everything that it touched, gently rustling the leaves of the trees. The orange glow from the campfire lit up only a small portion of the dark, mysterious forest, fading out into pitch-black long before reaching the canopy high above. The forest seemed to be rejuvenated by the presence of the goddess, livelier than usual, with songbirds during the day, that had gone to sleep after sunset. Still, the trees spoke, leaning as close as they could to the goddess, their leaves rustling, trying to speak to her in hushed whispers of a mysterious language that even she could only ever hope to understand.
She and Percy were on a scouting mission, leaving the Hunters back at their camp. The son of Poseidon had retreated into his tent early, feeling sleepy after 'she had disturbed his sleeping schedule', making him wake up at dawn's first light and trudge a few miles before getting to eat something.
Yeah, Artemis might have had a not so small crush on the son of Poseidon, but it didn't mean she was going to change her hunting ways for a mere male.
"Ugh, why has life gotta be so complicated?" These words escaped Athena's lips, making Artemis raise an eyebrow at her casual, informal language, which was so unlike her.
Oh yeah, she forgot to mention the temporary presence of the other two maiden goddesses in their camp.
Athena had dropped in that evening to discuss the coming prophecy with Percy and her, wanting to know their thoughts. No matter how dumb he could be, even the wisdom goddess could only acknowledge the tons of raw instinct and street smarts that Percy possessed, that more than made up for his lack of knowledge.
Perhaps their lengthy discussion that evening about 'boring' stuff, had been conducive to making Percy feel sleepy, prompting him to an early bedtime.
After he had left, the two sisters had been joined by Hestia, who could never resist a good campfire. The three goddesses chatted for a while, just like old times, before somehow, it had slipped Artemis' lips that Percy was hot.
One thing led to another, and then, it was Athena recalling her frustrations to the other two, lamenting at her own luck.
Artemis shifted slightly, "What do you mean?"
"I love Percy, too! It's not only you, Artemis! Percy is... just... umm... delicious... I-I mean-" She stuttered, so unlike her to lose composure like that, her grey eyes fluttering as she frantically waved her arms in front of her, trying to discourage Artemis from getting any ideas.
The moon goddess stared at her with half-lidded eyes that conveyed her boredom. "Like duh, it wasn't obvious."
"Really? I thought I-I had been discreet. B-but how?"
"I went to the same daughters of Aphrodite a few days after you, ransacked their shop, and wiped their memories of me after I had, of course, gone through their heads, and unlike those airheads, found a completely new daughter of Athena springing up from nowhere, buying lots of Percy Jackson nudes and disappearing equally quickly, a bit strange."
Her ears turned golden. "Y-you aren't mad?"
"Mad? Pfft, why would I be? He's not mine, nor can he be. I am a maiden goddess, I can't have him, and neither can you. He's taken."
"Exactly!" Athena groaned. "And that's where all the trouble starts! Number one, I can't love him, I am a maiden goddess. Number two, I can't be crushing on my daughter's boyfriend. Number three, I can't compete with everybody else for his affections, nor do I want to. He hates me, I know it."
"He didn't seem to hate you this evening."
"I don't care! I know he hates me, I know I can't compete with you guys. Even if I can, I don't want to." Small tears appeared at the corner of her eyes as she sniffed, "You were there for me when nobody was, Artemis. I would be very ungrateful if I go after the one man you want."
"Hey, neither of us has any chance at Jackson, so forget it. All we can do is swallow it and move on." Artemis spoke.
"There is no moving no from Percy fucking Jackson." The quietly spoken words were out of Hestia's lips before she could check herself, making the two look at her with wide eyes.
The goddess' eyes widened in mortification as she realised what she had just said, her hands immediately coming up to cover her mouth, but the damage was already done.
Her cheeks turned golden, hidden by the orange glow from the campfire as she turned to the flickering flames, blushing quite heavily.
She had been quiet all this time, sympathizing with Athena, for she could very well see herself in her shoes. Hades, she was in the same shoes as Athena and Artemis, and perhaps all of the female population this side of the Mist.
"Umm, Hestia?" Artemis asked unsurely, halfway between slumping in her seat in defeat and jumping up to her feet in shock. The hearth goddess never swore, to make her speak such vile language, she really had to be frustrated with the Percy situation. It was almost funny, three all-powerful goddesses, sworn to be eternal maidens, crushing on the same guy, who was off the market. Great.
It might have been funny, for anyone else other than the three goddesses in question.
Hestia looked annoyed. "Yeah, you two can have crushes on him, no one bats an eye, but when I do, it's such a big deal? Well, boo-hoo, you don't change a thing."
She crossed her arms over her ample chest, jutting out her lower lip in a cute, angry expression with her eyebrows furrowed. She was in her eighteen-year-old form to match the others, her silky brown hair cascaded down to her mid-back, slightly reflecting the orange glow from the campfire. Her warm brown eyes, the same shade as her hair, shined with emotion, that she had bottled up for so long.
"Great! Now, I have another reason not to chase Jackson. I can just hide in a hole and die."
"Heh, no need to feel so downcast. All of us are in this pickle together, we'll manage. We have managed for so long, we aren't going to let a single male break our will!" Artemis spoke, trying to sound confident, like every inch the man-hater she was, but all she could manage was a meagre, weak reassurance of some comfort after the heartbreak that loomed over them like dark clouds.
They knew Percy was too loyal to ever even think of cheating on Annabeth, a fact that, ironically, served to only endear him further to the three maidens.
"Welp, we can wallow in pity together, that's all we can do," Hestia spoke, oddly depressed for the normally cheerful hearth goddess.
And they sat together in silence, lost in their own thoughts, the crackling of the campfire the only thing to break the silence.
Athena's heart hurt painfully, her chest felt like someone had placed a boulder over it. She had been bullied, despite being an Olympian, by the other gods, and the only time she had found a man she wanted, a man she knew could love her like nobody else, it had turned out to be her daughter's boyfriend, son of her worst enemy and tormentor.
Even without that, she knew Percy hated her, his compassion did not allow him to ignore all of her wrongdoings, and as much as it shamed Athena to say, those were a lot in number. He had almost been killed by Medusa and the Gorgons, her own, if unwitting, creations.
Hestia, instead, had no such smear on her reputation, and Percy had shown his loyalty and respect for the hearth goddess before. They were the best of friends.
He was respectful of Artemis, too- having been the victim of abuse himself, he could sympathize with what she preached, and though she had crossed the line, a lot of times, she also provided shelter to a lot of girls, something which redeemed her in his eyes. Even the man-hating Artemis was best friends with him.
Athena had nothing to redeem herself with, and she knew it. Nobody would ever understand her completely, no matter what they said. She was all alone, she always had been.
She felt her lips tremble in emotion at the harsh decision she was about to take.
Percy hated her? Fine. She would give him a reason to, perhaps that would finally disillusion her of the addictive, intoxicating effect the son of Poseidon had on her, cloying her senses and muddling her mind.
But she knew, the battle had already been lost, and there was nothing she could do about it. Athena couldn't come up with something bad about Percy, even if it was to save her own life. She felt like cursing the son of Poseidon for being so annoyingly perfect.
The three were broken out of their sordid brooding suddenly by Artemis' oddly excited voice.
"He is just a demigod!"
The other two bristled at this, despite their own thoughts.
"No, he isn't!" Their voices were synchronized, making them glance at each other briefly before they turned back towards Artemis, eyes smouldering with fierce protectiveness.
"No, no," Artemis laughed lightly, "What I mean is, we can put him to sleep and just... maybe... umm... you know... um..."
Her cheeks turned golden as she looked away briefly, before meeting eyes with Athena, showing her the absolute conviction she showed.
Perhaps... just this once. A last aperitif to help her get through the decision she had made. If Athena could touch Percy intimately only once, even when he was asleep, it would be the only thing she would ever think of when she was alone, for the rest of her immortal life.
The two sisters came to an unspoken understanding, whirling on Hestia to seek her consent and compliance.
The hearth goddess looked away, unable to think properly, unable to deny that she wanted it, yet she could not declare outright that she wanted to rape Percy in his sleep. For that is what it was, isn't it?
"Umm..." She rubbed her arm, suddenly feeling quite nervous.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"No, but I'm all ears if you can come up with a better idea to touch Percy intimately."
"N-no, but-" Hestia felt her insides tingle pleasantly at the thought of being intimate with Percy. Her cheeks heated up at her traitorous body's unwitting reactions, making her turn away and stutter, "If-if nobody co-comes t-to know about it, I-I guess it's o-okay."
Artemis whooped victoriously at that, never one to follow the stereotyped etiquette that Hera tried to stamp into every woman who walked through the gates of Olympus. "Great decision, Hestia! I'm sure you won't regret it!"
A bright smile broke out on her face as she jumped at the hearth goddess for a hug, her arms stretched out wide to envelop the shy, flustered goddess in her warmth. Athena joined in the hug as Hestia hesitantly hugged them back, enjoying the silent warmth the other two goddesses exuded, a short moment of friendship shared between the three maiden goddesses.
Their excitement was palpable, and infectious, and soon, the cheerful hearth goddess could not help the smile that broke out on her perfect lips, their excitement infectious.
This was just a one-time thing, she reassured herself. Mortals and all the gods have one night stands all the time, and they weren't actually going to do anything serious. This wouldn't hurt.
Her heart hurt at the thought of having to rape Percy, to take away his dignity and self-respect of the proud son of Poseidon for her own selfish desires.
He was so... perfect, that falling in love with him was unavoidable. And yet, he was already taken, like duh, making Hestia want to hate him for making her so weak, yet unable to muster even a shred of any negative emotion towards the son of Poseidon.
He was one of few to ever notice her, let alone interact with and befriend her. Even in the middle of a war when all of his friends were dying around him, when he had to fight for his life every single second, he took the time to sit down and talk to her, heed her advice when none ever did, after all, why would they, she was the forgotten Olympian, only there to tend to the hearth.
She did not have power, not family, nor anything, she only had a pretty face which she hid behind the mask of an eight-year-old, and yet, Percy had seen her.
He had seen her as a real person, treated her like the goddess she was, loved her like a friend, and she was eager to reciprocate, to be something more, to get his love. It wasn't in the least bit like Hestia to risk his friendship for something as menial as a sexual interaction, even if it was while he was asleep. Perhaps this would change the dynamic between them, perhaps this would change their relationship for the better or the worse, Hestia did not know.
What she did know, was that she felt lustful, a feeling she had been totally alien to, that she had locked away since she emerged from Kronos' stomach. No man had come along that even made her feel even in the least bit physically attracted, and yet, she found herself head over heels for Percy, her body tingling in strange ways that filled her with heat every time she looked at him, that made her want... more.
Her eyes wandered over to the other two goddesses, making her feel pangs of jealousy momentarily course through her chest. They were beautiful, and Hestia knew, if she had to go toe to toe with either of them for Percy's affections, she had next to no chance.
Her eyes examined Athena's grey eyes, confused and conflicted, trying to discern what was going through her mind, before turning to Artemis' silver, being met with a carefully crafted veil of excitement and conviction that she could see through.
Inside though, Artemis was a total mess, a wreck of rampaging emotions, let loose after millennia of bottling them up.
Despite the smile that blossomed on Artemis' pink lips, inside, she was anything but calm. Perhaps the feeling would wear off, but right then, she was anything but calm. A strange mixture of excitement, lust, hurt, love and depression weighed down on her heart, making her feel confused.
Is this what mortals experienced when they found true love in someone else's partner?
She did not know, what she did know, was love worked in strange, unpredictable ways. Artemis loathed females who acted like whores, lusting after others' partners as much as she hated males who were unfaithful to their chosen ones.
And here she was, acting like what she hated most. Annabeth was a good woman, one of the best in fact, and Artemis was only regretful that she could not be a Hunter. She understood her reasons, however, it was very hard not to when she had fallen hopelessly for the same male.
It was ridiculous, in fact, how much attention Percy could attract from the opposite gender without even trying, and it irritated the moon goddess to no end. She wanted to say that he was just a lousy male, that he did not deserve the attention, but it would make her a hypocrite, wouldn't it, when she was among the crowds lavishing him with affections, even if he did not know it?
Again, Artemis was known for her brutal honesty, and she admitted her confusion. Even a brain as sharp as Athena's looked muddled and confused when faced with the enigma that had turned out to be Percy fucking Jackson.
He had spent the last few days alone with Artemis, making her heart flutter every time she had free time to think about how she was completely alone with her crush. She might say that she was pretty intimate with Percy, though she knew he had a pretty solid line preventing her from actually doing what she wanted. He viewed her as a friend, perhaps something more, but he gave no indication if he harboured romantic feelings for her. The almighty, immortal moon goddess, patron of kickass maidens, Artemis, who could charge headfirst into crowds of monsters and come up on top, trembled in fear, with weak knees just thinking about confessing her feelings to her crush and getting rejected.
Artemis was beautiful, and she knew it. Thousands of years of males lusting after her, trying to woo her with stupidity and arrogance, had made sure that the fact was drilled into her mind, and Artemis loathed her beauty, the bane of her existence that attracted all males to her like moths to a flame, and just like the moth, they died, too.
It was more than enough to ensure that she forever hated the male race and everything they stood for, only able to see their darker, more numerous side as opposed to the oppression they, too, faced. She was ruthless, perhaps prejudiced and misandrist, but Artemis couldn't care less as long as she was killing and maiming those she deemed as unworthy. Which were many, by the way, her standards were impossibly high.
But then, Percy came along.
At a glance, he seemed to be just another one of the rat race of mankind, an admittedly handsome teen, clumsy with archery and hunting and everything that Artemis loved, dumb beyond measure, and blinded by a stupid crush on a daughter of Athena, blinded by his loyalty for transient mortals.
Then, he took the sky for her.
His shoulders trembled and knees shook, but he still wordlessly held the weight of the sky for her, allowing her to go out and fight for her, and by extent, his, friends. Accepting when he was outmatched, acknowledging that Artemis was leagues above him in combat.
She had been. He had surpassed her league long ago, an untouchable force of pure destruction, through sheer combat skill with a single sword, now aided by a complete arsenal of new weapons and powers.
Actions speak louder than words, she always said. Percy did not go out of his way to woo her or flirt with Hunters, it was there, but more of a friendly, teasing way like crappy pick-up lines and stupid comments, aimed just to irritate them rather than seriously trying to get in their pants. What he did, was respect them like he respected those he was loyal to, fiercely fight for them like his own family, the first-ever male to consider them as anything but just another beautiful female.
He was their leader, their protector, their headache, their family, their punching bag, their everything.
As much as she wanted to deny it, Artemis was not blind, and she could see the flashes of affection and romantic emotions in her Hunters' eyes whenever he was around and did something stupid, yet oddly endearing. Even her own lieutenant was not exempt from his stupid ability to attract the opposite gender, Thalia's bolder personality encouraging her to send him flirtatious touches and hints that he was too dense to pick up.
Or perhaps he was not as dense as he was made out to be, he couldn't be. Perhaps he understood everything that was going on, perhaps he picked up on every single hint they dropped, but he kept his silence, being amused by their antics and out of respect for their oaths of maidenhood.
Artemis knew, if Percy had even shown a glimmer of attraction towards her, she wouldn't have been able to hold herself back.
"What are we waiting for? Let's attack the stupid male!" Artemis pumped her fist in the air, her voice jubilant and excited, yet slightly hushed, trying not to accidentally wake Percy up.
Hestia and Athena exchanged shy glances, blushing slightly before they nodded, following Artemis to the second tent in the clearing.
The zip was drawn all the way up, making Artemis resort to her godly powers, snapping her fingers to open the tent flap, allowing the three maiden goddesses entrance to Percy's tent.
They stepped in, shuffling slightly in nervousness, Athena and Hestia hiding behind the bold Artemis, peeking out slightly behind her. Artemis put on a brave face, not knowing what to expect as she stepped inside Percy's tent, her knees slightly weak from the sinful excitement of intruding her crush's tent while he was asleep.
Soft snores met their ears, making the three visibly relax, letting out three synchronized, audible sighs of relief.
They finally moved further inside, looking around for a good first look of the inside of Percy's tent, that he had shared with Annabeth during their stay at the Hunt.
It was completely dark inside the tent, so dark in fact, that the three goddesses had trouble making out the stuff inside despite their enhanced, godly vision.
It was Hestia who summoned a small flame in her hand, allowing them to finally see.
The fabric of the tent was made of the thickest, opaque fabric that did not allow even a single ray of light to penetrate, plunging the inside of the tent in darkness. The walls were painted a simple, plain black, the floor covered with a thick sea-green rug with golden designs. There were few articles of furniture, just a walk-in closet at one corner of the magically expanded, and furnished tent. Besides, there was a bedside table, with a glass of water and a framed picture of the Seven, and their close friends standing in front of the Argo II, accompanied by another framed picture of the Hunters of Artemis, including the goddess herself. Anaklusmos sat as a pen on the bedside table, always close at hand for Percy to jump to attention at a moment's notice.
Artemis remembered the day fondly, as if it had been just yesterday.
There was a well-worn couch in scarlet leather, used by the couple that usually occupied the tent, for things which were very obvious to everybody. And in the midst of it all, was a lavish king-sized bed, probably the only luxury the couple indulged in, and occupying it, was the object of their affections.
Percy snored on, seemingly unaffected by the light from Hestia's flame that illuminated his sculpted, tanned body nor the cold inside the tent. He was butt naked, or so it seemed, his toned muscles put into full display, hid tanned bronze skin reflecting the orange glow from Hestia's flame that hid the three golden blushes at his state of undress.
The maiden goddesses crowded closer, their cheeks inadvertently heating up as they feasted their eyes on Percy's naked body, unable to tear away their gaze from his exposed upper body.
Athena did all of them a favour, switching on the bedside lamp after of course, placing a sleep spell on the son of Poseidon. Not that it was needed, of course. Despite having Anaklusmos by his side for emergencies while he was sleeping, it was not like Percy could wake up in the first place, even during emergencies. It would take nothing short of a nuclear bomb dropping on him to wake him up from his slumber.
All thoughts were abruptly halted, in favour of permanently burning the scenic view in their minds, locked away in a top-secret, personal folder.
His body sank into the soft mattress, the white sheets contrasting his tanned skin and making him look like a dark, sinful angel. Silky black hair, darker than the night sky, glistened as it was tousled messily over his sharp, angular features. His sharp, well-defined jaw made their fingers twitch, the urge to run their fingers along his stubble-darkened chin and jaw becoming harder to resist by the moment. A few day old stubble darkened his chin, adding to his sinful allure. Their only regret was that they couldn't stare into his endless, captivating dark sea-green eyes while he slept.
He looked every inch the boy parents warned their daughters to stay away from, and yet he was anything but.
The maiden goddesses resisted the urge to drool as they ogled his broad, muscle packed chest that invited them to lay their head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heartbeat all night long. His long, slender arms looked like he lifted trees as dumbells, making their insides tingle pleasantly as he looked like he could manhandle them any way he wanted to. His necklace of Camp Half-Blood beads hung around his neck, its beads resting on his chest, rising and falling with every gentle breath Percy took.
Three pairs of greedy eyes followed his toned, ungodly body downwards, almost drooling at his toned six-pack. The pictures that they had did not even compare to the real thing, more impressive, better, more... perfect in person. A few battle scars marred his otherwise smooth skin, the scar tissue bumpy and rough. His slim waist displayed his prominent hip bones, forming an alluring 'v' that teased at the delicious fruit hidden tantalizingly out of their sight.
It was accompanied by a tantalizing, potent fragrance that hung thickly in the air in Percy's tent, with the demigod at its epicentre. The musky scent, a combination of sweat and sea breeze, accompanied by a slight hint of sweetness, preventing the fragrance from becoming too overpowering.
Percy was sprawled messily on the bed, his head sinking into the mass of pillows as he threw off the blanket he had covered himself with initially. His arms were stretched above his head, his left cushioning his head and his legs were splayed out messily.
The white blanket lay half on the floor and half on the bed, covering his crotch and one leg.
Artemis excitedly pulled the blanket off completely, confident that Percy would not wake even if it had been the Minotaur pulling the entire tent off him.
The rising hopes of the three goddesses were dashed against the wall when they discovered that he was wearing his signature navy blue boxers.
"Alright... umm..." Hestia rubbed her arm unsurely, unable to tear away her gaze from the sleeping demigod, her favourite person in the entire world. "What do we do now?"
Athena stayed silent, for once, out of ideas. Or perhaps it was the sight before her greedy grey eyes that prevented her from thinking properly.
"Heck!" Artemis threw the blanket off the bed completely, instead crawling into Percy's bed on her hands and feet. "He's asleep. We can do whatever we want!"
It was easier said than done.
Her heart raced, pounding painfully against her ribs as she leaned over Percy's sleeping face, her silver eyes fearful yet excited.
Spotting a glistening trail of saliva escaping his lips, she snapped her fingers, summoning a tissue out of nowhere.
She could have cleaned him up with her powers, of course, but something made her want to do it the mortal way, and so it was. The man-hating Artemis gently, lovingly wiped away the saliva from the lips of a sleeping demigod, the greatest man to ever walk the face of Gaea. (Lol, that came out wrong)
Artemis felt her cheeks heat up as Percy mumbled something incoherent, stirring slightly. She felt the warmth of his naked body against hers, accompanied by the jealous gaze of Athena and Hestia, who were watching the interaction intensely.
Artemis could not help herself.
Hesitantly, she leaned down, pressing her lips to Percy's in a chaste kiss.
Her heart fluttered as she felt a jolt of electricity travel up her spine, making goosebumps appear on her smooth skin as she pressed her lips against the sleeping son of Poseidon. Her eyes fluttered shut, allowing the moon goddess to fully enjoy her first kiss with the man she desired most, the man she knew she would be happy to call her husband for eternity.
Alright, Artemis. Not so fast.
Athena and Hestia barged into her moment, pushing her to the side as they fell upon Percy like a pack of hungry wolves, intent on sucking his face off in his sleep.
As Hestia occupied Percy's lips, the two sisters travelled down the sleeping demigod, dragging their lips along his smooth skin and tasting his slightly salty skin. The two peppered his chest and abs with kisses, making his skin glisten with saliva as they worshipped his body.
Suddenly seeing Athena move, Artemis looked up to see that Hestia had busied herself with kissing Percy's jaw, careful not to leave hickeys as the wisdom goddess occupied his abandoned, slightly swollen lips.
Feeling her cheeks heat up at the sheer lewdness of the debauchery they, the three much chased-after maiden goddesses of Olympus, were engaged in, Artemis watched Athena and Hestia move expertly, in sync with each other as they caressed Percy's face and jaw with their lips.
Her silver eyes dropping to his glistening abs, Artemis felt a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, as she returned to hungrily licking Percy's chiselled, rock hard abs, intent on warming him in this cold night.
"So... what should we do now?" The moon goddess asked a few minutes later, gently kissing Percy's chest between her words. She could never get tired of his presence, the effect his mere presence had on her mind and body could never fade.
Athena mumbled something intangible, her ears golden. Hestia was the only one to pick up on her words, making the shy hearth goddess blush equally furiously.
"What did she say?" Artemis inquired eagerly, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice as she hungered to know what lewd idea Athena had come up with that had made Hestia blush.
"Athena says that we have come so far, we might as well do a little more. There is a lot to do without losing our virginities." Hestia managed to get out, stuttering horribly in aroused embarrassment as Artemis' face turned equally golden.
Nobody said anything, the three too embarrassed to actually let their thoughts be known, not that it was needed. Only one, and the same, thought raced through their minds, that is, how loudly they could shout yes without sounding too eager.
Synchronized, as if they had practised it a lot of times before, the three goddesses pulled Percy to the edge of the bed, using their godly strength to aid them in moving the heavy demigod, so that it was easier for them to do... ahem ahem, whatever they wanted to do.
The three goddesses glanced at each other, nervous and shy about what they were about to do, before Athena mustered up the courage, hooking her nimble fingers through the waistband of his boxers.
"Ready?" She asked, seeming for all intent and purpose like she was about to do a completely unpredictable scientific experiment. She drew a shuddering breath to muster up every single dreg of courage she had in her body, met with soundless nods of encouragement from the other two goddesses.
And Athena yanked his boxers down to his knees, letting gravity take them the rest of the way.
Three jaws dropped, nothing in the world could have prepared them to face down the throbbing horsecock that Percy boasted of. The nudes they had did not lie, but the real deal was so much more impressive and drool-worthy in person. Their loving caresses and kisses had awakened the lustful beast inside him, raging even as he slept, uncaring of his loyalty or his morals, just seeking pleasure and satisfaction in a single-minded, determined manner.
"Damn," Artemis muttered, her silver eyes locked on Percy's oversized manhood, throbbing powerfully before her very eyes.
Athena and Hestia could only nod silently in agreement, unsure if their voices even worked properly after the shock they had received.
Percy's cock was thick, and long, looking as if it rearranged female anatomy on a regular basis. It was almost as large, and thick, as the average arm, and his bulbous cockhead was as large as Artemis' fist. Slight beads of precum glistened on his slit, a musky scent emanating from his manhood that made all of them feel light-headed, intoxicated and all the more horny. His cock, ridged with innumerable veins and throbbing powerfully in need, pulsing with every beat of his heart, held their complete attention, bobbing tantalizingly in front of the maiden goddesses' watering mouths.
"I call dibs!" Artemis almost shouted, unable to reign in her excitement as she shouldered her way between the indignant Artemis and Hestia, coming face to face with Percy's throbbing cock, her unblinking silver eyes wide with excitement, unable to leave his crotch for a single second.
"Why do you get to go first?" Athena whined playfully even as she and Hestia took their positions on opposite sides of the sleeping demigod, prime seats to watch the chaste, man hating Artemis pleasure her crush.
"Well, I did come up with the idea in the first place," Artemis observed, paying no heed to how lewdly the other two were exploring Percy's chest with their hands.
"Okay, how do I do this?" She asked, a novice to these kind of things, as she looked at Percy's cock from all angles, trying to determine her path of action.
"Umm... you can use your hands to stroke it. Don't squeeze too hard, but don't be too gentle either. You can start off gently, and get rougher, but be careful not to hurt him." Athena advised, herself engrossed in the hypnotic sight of Artemis beneath Percy's massive horsecock.
"How do you know this stuff?" Artemis asked absentmindedly, wrapping her small, soft hands around the base of Percy's erect cock, noting how her hands did not enclose around his girth completely.
The fact that she could not wrap around his thick cock with both of her hands only served to arouse Artemis further, her needy pussy tingling in unfamiliar, pleasurable ways. She felt a moist dampness, that she vaguely recognized to be arousal, soak through her panties as she cautiously pumped Percy's length once.
Athena felt her cheeks heat up at her sister's question.
"Well... I read a lot... and umm... mortals are complete perverts." She half mumbled and half rushed through the sentence, eager to watch the show. Hestia couldn't be bothered less about the interaction the two sisters had just shared, her attention occupied by Percy's sculpted abs and his thick, throbbing cock that was getting gently pleasured by the maiden Artemis' small, innocent hands.
Artemis gave another slow stroke to Percy's length, feeling his meat throb and twitch underneath her smooth, sensitive skin as she slowly stroked his length, feeling every ridge and vein of his powerful cock, rough against her soft skin.
Artemis felt weird, yet horribly aroused as she pleasured the sleeping Percy off, feeling like she was jerking off a horse with his ungodly monster cock. She had no idea that only giving a handjob could feel so good, making her moan quietly at the feeling.
Athena and Hestia's heavy breathing faded into the background as Artemis really got into the handjob she was giving her crush, allowing her feminine instinct to guide her as she pleasured this alpha male like his personal slut.
Her nimble fingers played with his sensitive head, smearing his glistening, warm precum all over the smooth skin of his cock, so as to allow her to move easily.
A thick, musky smell emanated from his glistening cock, making Artemis' sensitive nose sing in ecstasy, a sultry moan inadvertently escaping her pink lips as she sniffed. She couldn't simply believe how high his smell got her, making her feel intoxicated and light-headed like she was on drugs. Her pussy quivered and spasmed, leaking fresh fluids in her damp panties.
Artemis' silver eyes glazed over in sheer, unadulterated love as she stroked Percy's cock, following Athena's advice as she went harder and faster, her eyes locked onto his glistening cock, throbbing in her hands.
Unable to resist the urge, drawn by her sensitive nose like a bee to a flower, she buried her face in his crotch, feeling his warmth against her hot, blushing face.
Her hands did not stop working his cock, furiously jerking him off, trying to coax his load out of him, as Artemis drew a deep, shuddering breath.
Her lungs were immediately filled with the potent, musky scent emanating directly from Percy's crotch, seeking the addictive scent directly from the source. Her panties soaked through, her pussy quivering in pleasant ways that made her entire body shudder in pleasure.
"Fuck, that's so hot," Hestia muttered, trying to resist the urge to pleasure herself as she watched Artemis give Percy a loving handjob, as she rubbed her nose in his crotch.
Artemis breathed heavily, panting in lust as she sniffed Percy's musky scent, acting like aphrodisiac and making her feel lustful. Her small, soft hands worked hard at his cock, twisting her hands and playing with his head to stimulate him even further, feeling his ridged, veiny cock throbbing in her soft hands.
Her soft skin rubbed his glistening cock, aided by the glistening precum she had smeared all over his thick meat to act as lube, and Artemis added to her hands working to make Percy orgasm in his sleep.
She rubbed her sensitive nose all over his cock, breathing in deeply to sniff the musky scent of his precum and his cock mixing together to form a potent aphrodisiac that could even turn the stoic moon goddess to a heaving mess, moaning and breathing heavily as she mini orgasmed at merely his scent alone.
The tight, black t-shirt that she wore to attract Percy's eyes to her toned, lithe body suddenly felt too hot, too suffocating, as her body's temperature rose by a few degrees. Her face was a permanent gold as she rubbed her nose along Percy's thick, veiny cock, lost in arousal at the sheer lewdness of the act she was engaged in.
Her breasts jiggled and heaved with every shuddering breath she took, only serving to spur Artemis on as she rubbed her face all over Percy's cock. She rubbed his leaking tip all over her face, enjoying the warm precum smeared on her cheeks and lips as she pumped his cock, feeling him twitch and throb in her small, soft hands.
Percy stirred as he was jerked off by Artemis in his sleep, moaning and mumbling incoherently as the moon goddess eagerly pleasured him.
Artemis was caught by surprise as his orgasm hit, his thick cock throbbing and twitching as it spurted thick cum, the first shot hitting her cheeks and making her gasp at the sudden feeling.
Percy continued to spew gallons of cum, dumping rope and rope of warm, thick cream all over the moaning, messy Artemis.
She had got some in her mouth, and she could definitely say Percy's thick cum was her new favourite drink.
Artemis felt a blissful, orgasmic smile curl on her lips as she was splattered with the thick cum spurting from Percy's cock, her hands getting messy as she continued stroking his cock lovingly, taking care to coax his entire load out of his heavy sack, angling his cock so that he could dump his entire load on the chaste, maiden moon goddess, mark her as his slut.
After what seemed like a blissful, orgasmic eternity marked by several climaxes on Artemis' part, Percy's seemingly endless load reduced to a trickle. After giving his cock a few more loving jerks for good measure, Artemis detached herself from his cock, to concentrate on the tasty treat she had received.
She sank to the carpeted floor of the tent, eagerly licking up all the thick white cum covering her hands, before she would move on to the thick layer covering her face and chest. Her mind had blanked out already, her taste buds molten and her brain overloaded. The taste of his thick fertile seed was accompanied by the thick, musky scent that was heaven to Artemis' sensitive nose, sure to be permanently stuck to her clothes.
The thick fluid was in her auburn hair, making her silky hair slightly sticky and frizzy. It covered her face with a thick layer of white that looked like Artemis had painted her face white with a bucketful of thick cum, her silver eyes glazed over in lust. Her pink lips glistened with saliva as she continued to eagerly lick her messy hands clean. The thick cum trickled down her face, dripping from her stained, dirty chin to splatter on her dirty black t-shirt. The black, thin cotton fabric stuck to her chest, damp and glistening with the thick fluid, showing off her modest, firm breasts and delicious cleavage, her nipples, stiff in arousal, visible as bumps on the mounds of her breasts.
Athena watched how eagerly her sister was licking up all the cum, a plan forming in her head already. Her cheeks tinged golden as she watched Artemis with visible arousal, she was aware of the dampness soaking through her panties.
Only one thought ran through the wisdom goddess' head as she watched Artemis lick herself clean. Damn, she was hot.
Athena wanted to become like that.
After making sure that Percy was still sleeping soundly, Athena replaced Artemis between his legs at the edge of the bed, not even bothering to ask permission to go first from Hestia.
The equally aroused hearth goddess was too occupied with sucking, kissing and licking Percy's abs to notice.
With grey eyes glazed over in lust, Athena watched his still erect, throbbing cock, glistening with a mixture of his precum and specks of white cum that Artemis had missed.
She gulped nervously, yet her excitement showed as a damp patch on her trousers, betrayed by her own body.
His oversized cock almost seemed too large for anybody to take, larger than a horse from Olympus' stables, throbbing and pointing towards Athena's hot face like a compass points north, almost begging her to pleasure him.
Sticking out her hot, pink little tongue out, Athena gave Percy's throbbing cock a long, sensuous lick, trying to understand why Artemis seemed to go crazy.
Her eyes widened as she was caught under the spell of Percy's ungodly cock, the proud wisdom goddess immediately losing any sign of dignity she might have had left in favour of cleaning up her new master lovingly with her tongue. Her taste buds sang praises as she worshipped Percy's thick cock, her velvet muscle taking care to lick every ridge and vein, thoroughly lathering him with her saliva, cleaning up his dirty cock worshipfully with her tongue.
Her lips trailed along the sensitive underside of his cock, dragging her tongue along his veiny length before she latched her full lips around his tip, swirling her tongue around his bulbous cockhead and greedily lapping up the constant stream of precum that he leaked.
Her lips formed an airtight seal as Athena sucked tightly, high on the taste of Percy's cock, feeling slightly nervous at what she was about to do.
His cock didn't look like it could fit inside her tight little throat, still, summoning up all her willpower, Athena plunged into it.
She forced herself down, managing only a few inches before she had to stop for breath. It felt like shoving an entire arm down her throat, only the pain was replaced by mind-numbing pleasure, and it tasted better than the best meals Olympus' chefs could make.
Athena drew back up, gasping for breath as her eyes watered. Her face was slightly golden, but she could not care less, as she dove back in for another attempt at deepthroating his cock.
His heavy cock rested on her tongue, forcing her to taste him as she lapped helplessly at the underside of his cock, hoping to get him off. His thick length throbbed and twitched, its girth almost making her feel like her jaw would be permanently dislocated, as he hit the back of her throat, making her gag and choke on his length.
Athena's grey eyes widened in surprise as she felt a hand on the back of her head, entangling in her golden locks and forcing her head down, as far as she could go.
She struggled slightly, trying to see who was forcing her to deepthroat the sleeping demigod's horsecock, but in vain. The thick, diamond-hard length deep in her throat wouldn't allow her.
That's when, she felt Percy buck his hips towards her.
A few more inches of his glistening cock disappeared behind her pink lips, making Athena gag and choke furiously as she was forced to deepthroat several inches of his thick meat. Tears trickled down her golden cheeks, her grey eyes teary yet hazy with lust, as she tried to smile around his cock from the pleasure she was feeling, her pussy tingling in delicious ways.
"Mm..." Percy writhed in his sleep, his toes curling as he moved his hips, making his cock leave Athena's hot, wet mouth before he entered back in, setting up a slow, lazy pace as he fucked her throat with long, deep strokes that left her throat stretched.
"You were right Annabeth, Artemis is such a good cocksucker." His words came out slurred in his deep and husky, sleepy voice that could make almost every female mini orgasm alone.
Athena could almost feel Artemis' furious golden blush at his words, and a pang of jealousy passed through her rapidly beating heart at the knowledge that Percy was having a wet dream about Artemis while it was her that was pleasuring him in his sleep!
As soon as it came, it left, replaced by even greater shame, diluted greatly with lust at the reminder that she was sucking off her daughter's boyfriend. She felt her pussy quiver at the thought that she was sucking off the same piece of meat her favourite daughter enjoyed every night.
Unbidden, an image of a naked Annabeth, kneeling beside an equally naked Athena as they lovingly attended to Percy's throbbing horsecock, flashed through her mind, making the wisdom goddess blush.
Her throat bulged visibly as Percy's cock entered her throat, her tight muscles massaging his cock, trying to coax his load out of him. Her tongue lapped helplessly against the bottom of his cock as she angled her head, trying to get the best angle to completely take his cock, until her nose was pressed against Percy's crotch. His scent was intoxicating, making Athena feel lightheaded as she face fucked herself on Percy's cock, aided by the slight movement of his hips. Drool and precum dribbled past her swollen pink lips, staining her chin and trailing down her neck, every time Percy's glistening cock withdrew from her pink lips.
"Uh..." Percy groaned, his voice slightly muffled by Hestia's lips on his. His hips bucked, lifting his lower half off the bed as he trusted back into Athena's tight throat, his cock twitching and throbbing in preparation of the explosive climax that Athena had eagerly anticipated.
Revitalized by his reaction, Athena quickened the bobbing of her head, trying to resist her gag reflex as his cock hit the back of her throat every time she got in as deep as she could go, which wasn't much compared to the thick length that still eluded her greedy lips.
Tears trailed down her cheeks, her face was slightly golden as she forcefully choked on his cock, but Athena refused to relent, allowing Percy's cock to enter her throat as much as she could take it, and holding herself there.
Percy groaned into Hestia's lips, his hips using for one last time before his climax hit.
"You're such a cock-hungry slut, Athena." The normally meek hearth goddess' brazen words made her pussy quiver and spasm in orgasm, aided by the feeling of Percy's cock throbbing in her throat. She groaned around his thick meat, sending pleasurable shivers up his cock as he spewed gallons of thick cum down her throat, directly into her stomach.
Athena moaned as she felt Percy cum, feeling like someone had a firehose hosing down thick, delicious creamy cum down her throat directly into her stomach. Her throat muscles worked overtime, pulsing and spasming around his twitching cock, trying to milk him of his entire load as Percy continued to dump what seemed like gallons of cum in her stomach.
Wanting to taste more of the delicious fluid she had earlier, Athena pulled put till only Percy's bulbous cockhead remained in her tight, wet mouth, trapped by the sensuous seal formed by her full pink lips.
Her cheeks puffed put instantly as Percy continued to spew thick cum, making Athena gulp and swallow as fast as she could, chugging his thick seed greedily with lewd, audible gasps, in fear of spilling some of his precious cum.
Her pink lips, slightly swollen, were glistening, flecked with pearly cum that had escaped her lips despite her best attempts.
Her panties were a soggy mess, a glistening puddle of her feminine fluids pooling around her crotch. Athena had long ago lost count of how many orgasms she had had, merely submitting herself to the ocean of ecstasy that only sucking Percy's cock granted her. Her massive, D-cup tits jiggled and bounced enticingly with every shuddering breath she took, never stopping her frantic, starved drinking of Percy's thick cream, the wisdom goddess reduced to a regular cum-starved whore that only needed Percy's horsecock in one of her tight holes, only needing to be stuffed full of his thick cream.
Her normally toned stomach was beginning to bulge out obscenely, as if she was pregnant, making Athena feel thankful that she had chosen this day to wear a casual, cotton t-shirt instead of her normal formal, button-down shirts.
Finally, running out of breath and feeling like she could not drink anymore, Athena reluctantly let his cock leave her hungry mouth, gasping for air.
His cock continued to spurt thick cum for a few moments more, just enough to make Athena orgasm for one last time as she felt her face getting splattered with Percy's thick, warm seed. Her grey eyes, hazy with lust, continued to stare worshipfully at the cock that had brought her all this pleasure, watching the room through a thick layer of white that made the wisdom goddess look as slutty as her sister.
A golden tinge appeared on the wisdom goddess' cheeks, invisible through the thick layer of cum covering her cheeks as she watched Hestia remove her shirt, before replacing her between Percy's legs.
The normally shy hearth goddess, showed not a sign of shame, boldly displaying her naked, perfect tits that jiggled softly with every breath she took.
Hestia's tits were a perfect round shape, hugging her chest tightly with zero sag, two perfect globes of pale, milky flesh tipped by two stiff, cherry red nipples.
Hestia smiled softly, revealing her perfect, gleaming white teeth as she adjusted her soft, silky brown hair so as not to get in her way, her brown eyes shining with cute, lustful mischief.
Placing a soft kiss on the underside of the sleeping demigod's cock, she trailed her lips upwards, kissing his bulbous head with as much lust and devotion as a mortal kissed their lover.
Her soft tits wrapped around his thick, oversized cock, not able to contain him despite her massive boobs, his glistening head brushing against her lips, smearing her pink lips with his musky precum with every thrust.
Hestia started moving, allowing his sandwiched cock to smoothly slide between her soft tits, feeling every ridge and vein of his warm, throbbing cock against the sensitive skin of her chest. She shook her chest from side to side, allowing her sinful tits to jiggle, further stimulating him. The glistening mixture of saliva, cum and precum that coated his cock acted as lube, getting rubbed into her chest like lotion and making her pale creamy skin glisten.
Hestia turned her head towards Athena, not stopping her movement as she gave the sleeping demigod a titjob, probably the only one she would ever give to the only male worthy to engage in such lewd acts with a maiden goddess like herself.
Athena blushed as Hestia's warm brown eyes inevitably dipped towards her bloated stomach and soaked crotch, before the hearth goddess forced herself to look into Athena's grey eyes, trying not to get distracted by the delicious looking cum that coated her face.
"Athena, do you mind redoing the sleeping spell on Percy?"
Somehow, her voice still sounded cute and innocent, even when she was engaged in such lewd acts with her sleeping crush.
None of the three noticed the two Iris Messages, heavily disguised with the Mist.
Of course, two of the three watching them were the wide-eyed love goddess, attracted by the smell of sex around Percy's presence, and the masturbating Iris herself, hitched along for a free opportunity to spy on her crush.
And the third, was a very horny blonde girlfriend.
AN: I could have shown Hestia's scene, but she already has one in A Helping Hand, so no. And before you say that I handled Athena's problem like shit, stop. This is just the spark of the problem. The real fuel that led to the problem is yet to come. A big beat down in Chapter 65, and I think you can probably guess who the perpetrator is. Also, I edited a few chapters towards the beginning, where the drama was. Give it a reread.
Also, on LM7.
As a wise man (Didier Drogba, to be precise), once said... *cough, cough*
It's a disgrace. It's a fucking disgrace.
Keep calm and listen to metal!