AN: I just crossed 1K followers on Wattpad! Congratulations to me!
Alright, so I just decided to get this chapter out of the way and done with, so that I'm fresh while writing the lemon, with minimal feet dragging. Also, chapter 69.
Nice.
I'm gonna shoot those you don't say nice in the comments.
Also, I published this chapter like two weeks ago on Wattpad and AO3. is a bit buggy for me, so I keep forgetting to publish this here. Sorry!
Time: A Few Days Later
Percy rolled into the probably illegal drag race with all the nonchalance and swagger that only a Dark god of his calibre could muster.
It was somewhere in Western Arizona, a state as hot and dry as a desert, though Percy did not know how to feel about that, given that he spent most of his days now in the sunkissed tropical island of Ogygia.
The heat prickled his skin, making small diamond beads of sweat roll down his forehead, leaving a glistening trail behind on his tanned bronze skin.
He closed his eyes, rubbing them with the back of his hands to get the sweat away, not sure if racing in this precarious dirt track, in the dark, with burning eyes was a good idea.
He drew in a deep breath, enjoying the warmth, the fresh smell of the dry summer air filling his lungs, reminding him of all the warm and sweet summer evenings he had idled away playing pinochle with Grover, Chiron and Mr. D at Camp Half-Blood, when the world was much easier, simpler.
A smile tugged at Percy's lips as he straddled his beauty of a motorbike, letting his fingers run through his messy raven hair.
He had just had it delivered by Hermes the previous morning, and had been itching to try it out on the road ever since. This would be only his second time ever riding this beast, and if his first experience was anything to go by, he was looking to challenge Nemesis to a worthy battle on her home turf.
He sat atop a beautiful, Ducati Panigale V4 R. In his garage, he had a shark-themed car, he had a dinosaur-themed car, so why not?
His beautiful motorbike was based on the lithe white tiger, as agile, and as fast and furious as a white tiger on a hunt.
Even Artemis, who knew next to nothing about motorbikes, had wolf-whistled when he showed the girls his new ride. His racing nemesis, Nemesis, had just laughed and said, "Nice rides aren't enough, Jackson. Without skill, I can topple you even on a bicycle with training wheels."
That sentiment, he could respect.
He always liked to have an ace up his sleeve, however, and so, had promptly withheld knowledge of the dirt track back at Camp, or the cross country dirtbike journey he, Leo, Jason, Hazel, Will and Piper had got up to... somehow, on a quest. Riding on bikes Piper had charm spoken away from the owner of a high-end showroom. Annabeth had ridden behind him, Frank with Hazel, and Nico behind Will.
A well-placed pinch on Piper's arm had prevented her from spilling the beans on him.
Anyway, back to his ride.
His bike was painted white, with cool black stripes like a tiger, a splatter of red on one side for blood from a predator's wound. The seat was comfortable, sleek black leather with silver rivets on the sides touches of extravagance that Percy loved, now that he could afford to be wasteful on these insensible things.
The engine was covered, with state of the art silencers that barely produced a hum, smooth suspension that felt like he wasn't moving at all, and an advanced brake and gear system. At the front of the bike, a combination of black and yellow tried to replicate the amber gaze of an apex predator in the white snows of the tundra, the angular headlights adding to the awe-inspiring factor of the stunning display.
Percy polished the sleek metal chassis with a clean rag till he could admire his own reflection on the metal, before stuffing the cloth in the area with all the displays. He could not care less about that, he knew he had a full tank of gas, and in a race, the speedometer was irrelevant. One did not need to check speed, only go faster, and faster, as fast as one could possibly go.
"What are you smiling about, Jackson?" Cynthia spoke out from behind him, placing her chin curiously on his shoulder.
His smile did not lessen as he turned his head, kissing her cheek and making a similar smile bloom on her lips as her cheeks reddened.
She was gonna be his passenger for this race- there was no rule against it, but most racers were not so keen on adding extra weight. Not that Percy cared, he was too skilled to be weighed down, and yes, perhaps this was his arrogance speaking.
There was still some time till the race actually started, the time being utilized to make any last-minute adjustments, and the spectators placing bets.
Percy winked at the flag girl who was ogling him from the sidelines, using the red flag to camouflage her even brighter cheeks. She almost swooned at his attention, drawing glares from the other males as she fanned her face with her hands, her eyes never leaving him.
Percy grinned, not hiding his eyes raking over her sluttily dressed body. She had nothing on his girls, though, Percy guessed, it was unfair for him to compare this mortal to his goddesses.
"Looking at someone, Mr. Jackson?" A dangerous voice called out from right beside his ear, making his back straighten. His vision was temporarily blocked by a mass of silky black hair, before Cynthia smoothly slid in front of him, straddling the composite body, which gave her a slight height advantage.
Percy failed to put a damper on his jovial mood, smiling up at Cynthia with shining eyes.
Her eye twitched in annoyance at his expression, before she sighed, dejected.
She grabbed a hold of his collar, jerking him to meet her lips.
"Mmph!" Caught off guard, Percy sat motionless for a few minutes, before he took control of the situation, his strong arms wrapping around the lithe, short Huntresses' slim waist and pulling her close to him.
Their eyes fluttered shut, ignoring the wolf whistles from around them as the two continued kissing heatedly, Cynthia trying to fight the urge to grind against Percy's crotch in public, her willpower tested by his hands on her waist and back, massaging her lewdly through her clothes.
An unwitting moan escaped her lips, and she let go of Percy's collar to run her hands through his hair, undoing his man bun in the process. His hair cascaded to his shoulders, allowing the daughter of Nemesis easy access to his hair as the two shared short, sweet kisses.
Percy felt the smile on his lips turn predatory, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he felt the gazes of almost everybody present on them, but more importantly, Nemesis' eyes locked onto them. Her radiating jealousy was almost tangible all the way from his spot three places down, her gnashing teeth almost audible.
Percy broke the kiss after a few minutes, allowing Cynthia to catch her breath before the race started.
Percy took a moment to look her over.
She was wearing a simple white t-shirt, with more than just a touch of her sinful Nemesis parentage shown off by her small booty shorts, made of glistening black leather similar to her mother's suit.
His eyes dipped from her modest chest to her gorgeous thighs, making Percy cock his head in what would seem an innocent manner, if his eyes didn't gleam with lust.
His eyes roamed over her soft, creamy thighs, her pale flesh glistening slightly with sweat, his eyes coming back up slightly to examine the way the tight shorts dug into her soft flesh, clung to her perfect ass and outlined all the good things she had inherited from her mother.
His eyes came back up, taking a roundabout tour of her curvy body, from her slim waist to her tits, jiggling slightly as she panted, out of breath, her rosy cheeks and swollen pink lips glistening with saliva to her eyes, shining with a devotion that made him grin goofily.
Seeing that she was a bit occupied with trying to comprehend what had just happened, Percy took the moment to look over to what Nemesis was doing.
Dark eyes met sea green, a furious blush immediately creeping up her cheeks as Nemesis was caught watching Percy making out with her daughter, making her furiously turn her face forwards, trying to calm down, to cool her heated cheeks and concentrate on the race.
Nemesis turned towards the competitor on her other side, the annoying guy who was trying to chat her up, her eyes twitching.
Before her lips curled into a smirk, two could play at that game.
Percy felt a smirk tug at his lips as he watched Nemesis' attempt at making him jealous. Well, she might just succeed, only a tad bit, though.
However, that was mainly because her black leather-clad body was just so, so sinfully erotic, like a latex-packaged submissive just waiting to be broken in.
His eyes traced her silky black hair, following the curves of her body down her back, to her slim waist and bubble butt, the tight, glistening leather hugging every single curve of her lewd, enticing body. Silver chains, her staple style, hung from her hips in a goth style, accompanied a black velvet choker snug on her slender, delicious-looking neck. Thick soled, silver riveted black boots completed her outfit, every inch as beautiful and depraved as Percy's sick mind could conjure.
Almost as if feeling his eyes on her, Nemesis gave a teasing wiggle of her hips that made her bubble butt dance before his eyes, tossing her hair over her shoulder in a seductive manner and arching her back as she leaned forward on her Harley Davidson, a move that only seemed to accentuate her breasts.
She kept on chatting with the guy who was on the verge of drooling, but Percy knew better, a possessive smirk tugging on his face. Just a little more, he told himself, clamping down as hard as he could on his self-control. He would not give her the satisfaction.
She would be served her deserved punishment in due time.
Percy growled, drawing his attention back to Cynthia and tugging her closer, making the surprised Huntress yelp.
"You're mother is a slut, Cynthia." His eyes flashed dangerously, predatorily, making her gulp in nervous excitement. "You will share her punishment, right? Like a good girl?"
His voice grew scratchy and husky towards the end, sending shivers down her spine.
"On the line, contestants! The race starts in five minutes!" Someone announced, making Percy growl in annoyance.
"Come on, Cynthia. On your seat." Percy spoke, dejected that his fun was over so soon, but now, a different kind of fun was about to begin.
He patted the cowl cover, before handing her a helmet for her safety. She was not fully immortal like him, after all. Himself, he did not need any helmet. He liked to feel the wind in his hair when he rode, but just a disclaimer here, everybody not immortal should probably wear a helmet for their own health.
Not wearing a helmet while racing at breakneck speed on a dirt road in the dark could prove to be hazardous to one's health in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred. So... you get the point.
Percy sat straight as Cynthia clambered into the slightly raised seat behind him, ignoring her as he pulled his hair into a tight and messy, but functional, man bun. As cool as it looked, driving down a dusty road with his long hair sailing in the wind, in practice, it was more of a distraction.
"On your marks!"
Percy revved the engine, feeling Cynthia press against his back, her slender arms going around his well-muscled abdomen.
"Get set!"
He twisted the accelerator, burning rubber and feeling his bike hum in anticipation of the race, in much the same way that his body did whenever he was waiting for a battle, high on adrenaline. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Nemesis lean forward on her ride, lowering the visor of her helmet, one foot on the footpeg, the other balancing her on the ground.
She looked sexy on the bike, pulling off the bad girl style complete with a black leather suit and silver chains and a motorcycle.
"And go!" The flag girl barely lowered her napkin, before they were off.
Percy smirked, executing a rear wheelie as he took off, making Cynthia squeal and clutch onto him for dear life. The smoke and the sound, as expected, threw off a lot of racers from executing a perfect start, but there were still a few to go through.
He leaned forward, feeling smoke and dust buffer his face, squinting to prevent his eyes from burning as he pushed his bike as fast as it could go, twisting the accelerator and letting the brakes free.
The state of the art engine (slightly modified by Leo, wink wink) worked its magic, pulling him clear of the other contestants, but by a hair's breadth. They were still on his tailpipes, however, and Nemesis and the guy she had been talking to, were ahead of him, his inexperience finally rearing its ugly head against these experienced racers.
The first turn, Percy thought, seeing the two racers ahead of him drift expertly, making him press slightly on the brakes, slowing himself just a tad bit so that he could drift past the bend, leaning sharply to one side and pulling ahead.
Cynthia just laughed at the undoubtedly scary sensation. Percy remembered the fright he had felt while executing his first drift all those years ago.
Many more contestants would bite the dust in this turn, or at least, fall far behind. However, Percy couldn't care less about those behind him.
There was a bigger distance now between the first two and him, and he had to try and overtake them.
Feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline taking hold of his senses, sharpening them beyond what was considered superhuman, till he could make out the bushes that past them in vivid detail, as if he was taking a stroll through the desert.
Percy leaned forward, till his face was almost level with the handlebars, all the sights and sounds around him dissolving into nothingness in the face of the smell of gasoline, the sound of motorcycles, and the dirt road that meandered through the desert.
Then, Cynthia was not there. He did not feel the distracting feeling of her chest pressing against his back, nor her laughs in his ears.
The only thing that mattered was winning.
The dark, star-studded sky flew above them like a reel on repeat, just a generous spray of white paint on a dark canvas like he had seen Rachel do so very often.
The thorny bushes that lined the road rustled and swayed as he sped past them, leaving a cloud of smoke in the wake of his tires. In the distance, red cliffs and mountains moved around as if moved by the creator Himself, making Percy feel powerful and in control. The red and yellow hues of the desert under the dark cover of night, the twinkling lights of the city ahead.
Percy brought himself back to the race with another sharp drift, making Cynthia squeal in excitement. To her, this was the greatest rollercoaster she had ever ridden.
But to Percy, it was going to be another addition to his endless list of defeats to regret.
He growled, pushing all his engines to the max, trying to stop his thumb from pressing the god mode switch Leo had incorporated into the motorbike. "Come on, tiger, don't let me down, now."
The wind buffeted his face, messing up his hair and ruffling his clothes, his entire being straining as slowly, but surely, he gained ground on the guy in second place. He would take him down, then aim for Nemesis, to bag first place in his first race.
Although, it was not only a race against the other racers, but a race against time, as well.
Percy was not afraid of DNF-ing, no, but he would have to overtake the ones in first and second place before they crossed the finish line.
He would not lose.
He refused to.
Cynthia seemed to feel his infectious eagerness to win, silencing her constant exclamations of glee, to favour silently urging Percy towards victory.
"Come on, Jackson. I know you're at a disadvantage with extra weight, but you need to show my mother her place." She whispered in his ear, not dignified with a proper answer beyond a determined nod, but that was enough.
And they continued racing, the dust and silence of the desert, the heat of the moment, broken by the noise of the people, and the odour of sweat and gasoline, the lights of the tiny city interrupting the endless darkness of night.
"Hold on tight, princess." He warned, giving another loud roar of the engines before he sped up, trying to overtake second place with a sudden burst of speed.
It was half an hour, and several sharp turns and tricks on the dusty road in the middle of nowhere, that left Percy with a cheap, third place bronze ribbon.
"Maybe next time, Jackson." Cynthia tried to console him, but he wasn't paying attention to her.
Nemesis shouted something angrily at the guy in second place, who was trying to hit on her, before jamming her first place ribbon up his nose and kicking him in the balls in a single, ferocious motion.
Percy winced, his knees automatically crossed at the painful yelp that escaped the poor guy. The thick leather boots must have hurt.
Nemesis stalked towards him, growling angrily as she flipped her sleek black hair over her shoulder, giving Percy a glimpse of her delicious cleavage as the zipper on her jacket was halfway open in the heat. Beads of sweat made her pale skin glisten, her dark eyes shining with muted annoyance.
Before he had a chance to react, her fists grabbed a hold of his collar, jerking his head down to meet her lips in much the same way her daughter had at the beginning of the race.
Percy stood there, shocked, despite the seemingly regular occurrence, the sight drawing curious and jealous looks from the guys around them as they had seen him kiss Cynthia at the beginning of the race.
Nemesis broke the kiss, breathless, her cheeks tinged slightly golden. "I might have come in first place, Jackson, but alright, you win."
And then she dove back in, kissing him with all the hunger she felt, the desire that burned inside of her for what seemed like ages now, rekindled by the sight of him kissing her daughter just a few minutes ago. The added sinful nature of sharing the same lover with her daughter added to the lustful inferno burning within her core, fanned by Percy's rough touch.
His right arm encircled her body, grabbing a tight hold of her firm ass through the leather suit that hugged her body like a second skin, his superior body dominating hers. Their lips moved in sync, trying to convey their passions as Percy overpowered her with sheer skill alone, his tongue exploring her mouth and entangling with hers, forcing her head back with his sheer aggression.
She stilled for a moment, feeling another pair of hands on her body, subtly groping and coping a feel of her tits mashed against Percy's chest, right in the middle of the watching crowds.
"You've got such a slutty body, Mom~" Cynthia's voice sent shivers down her body, making her needy clit throb as she was molested by her own daughter, who trailed kisses down her neck.
"St-stop~" Nemesis stifled the moan that was building up in the back of her throat, breaking the kiss with Percy and weakly trying to push herself away from where she was leaning against his broad, muscle packed chest like a weak-kneed bitch.
However, Cynthia did not stop, seemingly intent on making the goddess of revenge embarrass herself in public.
"Cynthia. That's enough." Percy's deep voice, husky with suppressed arousal, undoubtedly soaked the panties of all females who heard him, the goddess and the Huntress no exceptions. "Come on, let's go. We will have dinner somewhere nice, then go back home."
"Al-alright." Nemesis cleared her throat somewhat uncomfortably, trying to keep the weakness out of her voice, her furious golden blush under control. "Cynthia's riding with me, this time."
"Capiche." Percy conceded, waving them towards where his Ducati was waiting beside her Harley Davidson. "You guys go on ahead, I'll be with you in a sec."
He watched them walk away, with Nemesis leaning on her daughter for support, his eyes fixed on the way their tight leather clad bubble butts swayed and jiggled enticingly with their hypnotizing hips, with every step they took.
Trying to ground himself in reality once more, he growled, before strolling over to where the second-place guy was still rolling on the ground, clutching his probably bloody mess of a pair of balls.
"I should beat the crap out of you for hitting on my girl." He spoke, looking down at the writhing mortal with something akin to sympathy in his eyes. "But every male knows how it feels to get kicked in the balls, so I won't. Consider yourself lucky... or whatever."
He made to leave, before stopping in his tracks, his hand travelling to his pocket to clutch the third place ribbon he had won. "On second thoughts, I will be taking the first and second place ribbons, too. Just to show that I was first, second, and third. You know, the usual."
When he returned to his two waiting women, they were wary of the wide grin on his face. "What did you do?"
"Oh, nothing. Just said something Zlatan would be proud of."
AN: Quick update. Next update might come next to next Saturday. Alright, so... it's midnight where I live, so I'll be ending it here. Gute Nacht!
Keep calm and headbang!