Chapter 10
20th June 2006
"It's Me, Dio! And I have come to kick your ass"
Fuck, thought Ares. Fighting another god? On a mortal beach?
Ares teleported hundreds kilometers away, to the top of the Rocky Mountains, his presence filling the air. He sensed the arrival of Dionysos, the god of revelry, who materialized with an air of nonchalance, a wicked glint in his eyes.
Ares, momentarily taken aback, quickly regained his composure. "Challenging the god of war to a fight, are we? You'll regret this, Dionysos."
Ares
Greek god of War and Fury
Lvl 1 856 / 2 000
Dionysos responded with a playful smirk, "Regret? Sweetie, I thrive on chaos. Making you suffer will be the highlight of my day."
Ares laughed, a guttural sound that echoed through the mountainous expanse. "I'll fight you, capture you and torture you. And I'll enjoy every moment of it."
Dionysos, ever the provocateur, smirked. "Well, I hope you enjoy it as much as you enjoy your mommy issues."
Ares' expression darkened, and a tension filled the mountain air.
Dionysos chuckled, enjoying the banter. "Oh, Ares, don't be such a buzzkill. Let's have some fun before the real fighting begins. Maybe a toast to your impending defeat?"
Ares, fueled by unbridled forces of war, swung his colossal sword with a primal roar, tearing through the fabric of reality, charging at his opponent. Dionysos, dodged with a graceful twirl, distorting the essence of existence itself. He summoned an ancient staff of vine wood out of thin air, its age belying the immense power it held, as Ares tapped into his domains and summoned hordes of undead soldiers. With a whimsical snap of his fingers, he reduced Ares' summoned army of warriors to ephemeral mist, their spectral forms dissipating like morning dew. Laughter echoed through the divine expanse, a stark contrast to the turmoil on the battlefield.
Undeterred, Ares invoked the wrath of the cosmos, summoning meteoric storms to rain havoc upon Dionysos. The god of revelry responded with uproarious laughter, transforming the celestial onslaught into a colorful shower of confetti.
The god of war bellowed, "Your revelry ends here, Dionysos! Face the might of War!"
"Oh, Ares, always the serious one. Let's add a splash of fun to this dance, shall we? Boogie Woogie! "
Amidst the breathtaking intensity of the battle, Dionysos tapped his ancient staff upon the tumultuous ground. The battlefield transformed into a river of rich, red wine, causing Ares to lose his footing. The god of war struggled to maintain balance as the wine cascaded around him, making each step treacherous. Seizing the opportunity, Dionysos continued his assault. He summoned vines from the wine-soaked ground, attempting to ensnare Ares once again. The god of war, however, retaliated by transforming partially into molten lava, incinerating the botanical binds.
Dancing on the precipice of power, the gods engaged in a breathtaking duel. Ares, determined to quell the revelry, conjured a celestial inferno that threatened to consume all. Dionysos, undeterred, absorbed the flames, transforming them into streams of liquid inspiration. Ares unleashed cataclysmic earthquakes, reshaping the very essence of the battleground. In a counter-move, Dionysos conjured fields of floating bubbles…that started to…was that his past lovers? Naked?
"Your tricks won't save you, Dionysos! War shall prevail!"
"Who said anything about saving? Let the chaos unfold!"
"ENOUGH", Zeus bellowed, as he appeared, flanked by Artemis and Athena.
"Fuck", swore Ares. His dad looked very angry. He was in for a bad time. A very, very bad time, he realised, as Zeus summoned the Bolt that laid on the ground a few kilometers from them, forgotten amidst the battle. Why the fuck hadn't he used the Bolt since the beginning of the fight ?
25th June 2006
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Angele watched the party from the balcony of the D-emple.
Under the starlit canopy of Camp Half-Blood, the celebration roared with unrestrained jubilation. The enormous bonfire, fueled by the spirits of triumph, cast a warm glow on the gathering of demigods. The air buzzed with the sounds of laughter, lively music, and the rhythmic beats of drums. Percy and Clarisse, the heroes of the hour, were at the center of it all, receiving cheers and adulation from their fellow campers. They were questers ! Questers !
Dancing in wild abandon, the demigods celebrated the successful completion of Percy and Clarisse's quest, averting a catastrophic war and bringing an end to the days-long Dionysian chaos. The atmosphere was electric with the shared relief and joy of the camp's victory. Around the enormous fire, demigods of all ages joined hands, swaying to the rhythm of the music. The older demigods, perhaps more seasoned in the ways of both battle and revelry, indulged in spirited toasts with alcohol - courtesy of the Hermes Cabin, who stole it from the nearest store. Some of the older demigods, carried away by the euphoria of the moment, found themselves drawn into passionate embraces, sharing kisses...and more if affinities. Among them, Clarisse could be seen kissing Castor. Then, Pollux… Then Castor again.
"Nice...", remarked Angèle, before kissing Dionysos languorously. She took him by the hand and led him inside, where a completely different kind of party awaited them. Since they'd been released from Loki's spell by their god... - and that had been a nasty surprise for Dionysus. Why had he done this? One more powerful enemy...- the maenads were even more on the loose than before.
Angèle and Dionysos entered the upper chamber of the D-emple. The room was adorned with a living forest of vines, creating an enchanting atmosphere. The air was filled with the heady scent of the vines, and the space pulsed with the rhythmic energy of the maenads. The maenads, now freed from Loki's spell by their god Dionysus, reveled in a wild celebration, still as horny and mad as thousands of years ago. The vines that surrounded them seemed to come alive, twisting and turning in harmony with the movements of the ecstatic participants. Some even did things reminiscent of a…special type of hentai. The maenads, all naked, displayed a striking diversity. Some had long brunette hair, while others sported very short blonde or pink hair. Their bodies were heavily tattooed with intricate patterns and symbols that told stories of ancient rituals and mystic connections. These tattoos seemed to dance on their skin in the flickering candlelight.
As Dionysos and Angèle observed the scene, they saw the maenads engaged in a passionate orgy. The air echoed with primal sounds of pleasure as the maenads kissed each other with abandon. Satyrs joined the revelry, cavorting with the maenads in a dance of desire in one corner. In another corner, Thoas, seemingly (seemingly being the word) unaffected by the Dionysian madness, stood alone, sipping ambrosia from a golden chalice. His gaze remained cool and detached, creating a contrast to the fervor surrounding him. Next to Dionysos, two maenads were attached by the vines, som of which were moving up and down inside their vaginas.
As the maenads were enjoying the pleasure, one of the other maenads approached them, her body covered with a sheen of sweat and her eyes flashing with desire. Other vines grabbed her and started slowly fucking her. They first spread her lower lips, and then they entered her one by one, until the vine was fully buried inside her pussy.
She moaned in ecstasy as the vine pumped in and out of her, stretching her pussy walls. The vine slowly began to increase its pace, thrusting in and out of her more and more forcefully. Her body was rocked by waves of pleasure, and she felt herself being carried away by the intensity of the sensation.
A few feet in front of them, Angèle started kissing Dionysos. She took off his purple toga, and both of them were naked.
Dionysos kissed her. Their tongues danced together, sending shivers of excitement through her body. Her hands roamed over his muscular torso, exploring the contours of his chest and abs. She could feel the heat of his desire growing between them. Angèle was wet, and she needed Dionysos. She pulled him close, wrapping her legs around his waist. She sighed in pleasure as he entered her. Gods, she had missed him. He started thrusting, and she felt a vine approaching her ass.
Angèle screamed, not of pain, but of pure bliss. The vine was thick and firm, and it penetrated her tight ass with ease. It started fucking her, thrusting in and out of her anus. It was like a piston, pumping into her ass with an increasing rhythm.
She felt like her body was going to explode from the pleasure. She came hard, her pussy spasming around her god's dick, milking it of its juices. Dionysos was relentless, pounding into her again and again, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy over and over again. She felt her body start to shake and tremble, the sensations too much for her to bear. She felt the vines release her as her orgasm overtook her, her body convulsing with pleasure. Again and again. Angèle came, and the vine came with her. Her orgasm was so strong, her asshole spasmed and released the vine.
She fell on the ground, while two other maenads approached the still erect god. The first one had a big tattoo on her torso, an eye with a tear running down, representing a statue. She kneeled in front of him and started sucking his cock, while the other maenad started kissing him. Angèle watched as the two maenads pleasured their god. Their naked bodies were covered in sweat, and their breath came in short gasps. One maenad was bobbing her head up and down on his cock, and the other knelt to help the first. She sucked and licked the base of his shaft, while the first continued to deep throat him.
He felt his balls begin to tighten and knew he was about to explode. He grabbed the heads of the one of the maenad and forced his cock as deep as he could down her throats. He came with a roar, shooting his hot cum down their throats. They drank eagerly, swallowing every last drop.
Dionysos looked around and saw the orgy was still raging. It was still the beginning of the night.
He roared. "Tonight, my friends, we party! For, if I still have to take care of the camp as its director, I'm no longer a prisoner ! My Father, as a reward for finding his Bolt, has lifted my punishment!"
And the god of wine grabbed his glass. He drank. And drank, and drank again.
END OF EXPLICIT CONTENT
1st October 2006
Thoas, accompanied by Romain, arrived in the great hall of the Playboy Mansion. They were starting to get on really well, and it was immensely gratifying to have found each other.
Dionysos
Olympian
The GOAT, GigaChad and Leader of the Club
Lvl : 1999/2000
"Welcome, welcome!" Announced their father - well, "Dio, definitely a mortal," presided over the table. The wall behind him was a waterfall of wine, and the god drank it down, turning every three or four minutes to refill his glass. Thoas looked around. Sitting on his left, tenderly caressing his leg, was a beautiful woman with multicolored hair and a crown. She was half-naked - her breasts protruding a little from the white toga she wore. Her arms were tattooed with abstract shapes of all colors.
Angèle Lovegood
Queen of Diamonds
Maenad Chieftain Sorceress and Member of the Club
Lvl : 289/500
Ah. So that was - technically - his boss. She was fucking strong. Thoas and Romain took their places. They were the among the firsts. Thoas glanced at Romain.
Romain
Jack of Heart
Novice Artiste and Member of the Club
Lvl : 27/100
Uh. Romain had improved quite a lot. But he was still stronger, having accomplished many missions. The Lotus takeover, the opening of new breweries, lobbying in the media to undermine American puritanism, launching magazines and a new site called "Pornhub"...all these had boosted his stats considerably.
Thoas
Jack of Diamonds
Proud Hero and Member of the Club
Lvl : 34/100
Apparently, from what he understood, he was going to meet other club members today. The famous Queen of Spades, and two new recruits whom their Father had, he wasn't sure how, rescued from the underworld - and who had agreed to join the Club not to get bored, and to create! Silène entered the room, followed by…What the fuck?
Silenus
Jack of Clubs
First Satyr and Member of the Club
Lvl : 115/125
Medusa
Queen of Spades
BDSM bitch and Member of the Club
Lvl : 130/200
Dressed in an ultra-tight latex matrix jumpsuit and black sunglasses, the gall looked like a Russian secret agent. Strange, but Thoas had to admit she was fucking hot. And even the hissing snakes on her head gave her a strange charm. Fuck. However, his surprise at seeing Medusa here - and the mess it was going to be with Athena when she found out - was short-lived. It was replaced by an even bigger surprise when the other two members entered the room. So that was who Dionysos had "rescued from the Underworld".
Icarus
Jack of Spades
Rule-breaker and Member of the Club
Lvl : 52/100
Orpheus
King of Diamond
Potential Mini-Zagreus and Member of the Club
Lvl : 22/800
Good thing he'd joined this fucking club. His two bosses were literally the first Maenad and Motherfucking Orpheus himself? Even if there was quite a gap between his potential and actual level…Strange.
Silenus then, at a sign of Dionysos, started talking.
"Welcome to the second meeting of the Club! The main purpose of this meeting is to be over very quickly, so that we can go swimming in the pool, do karaoke, and get drunk! On the agenda, we need to talk about progress in Dionysian branding and our digital development. Next, I regret to inform you that Dio, definitiely not a god, here present has had to turn our potential candidate for Queen of Hearts into a guinea pig. The magician Circea was a slave-owner, which - needless to say - runs radically counter to our values. Her young apprentices have been entrusted to the Maenads, who will educate them. Of all her captives, most were cruel rapists, and so were slaughtered - but the few remaining men were integrated into the Satyr Special Units, aka the Clubs Army", he said.
"As a reminder, most of our human agents, from the creative ones to the housekeepers, are the most important of our human resources and make up the Heart Army. The Hit Squad, currently being formed, is managed by the Spades. The Maenads make up the Army of Diamonds. And there's definitely no Joker Squad. No. Nope. Doesn't exist.".
End of Arc 1 - Percy Jackson and the GigaChad
Next Arc - Harry Potter and the Mothers Fucker