When you reached a certain level of existence, as far above the gods as they were above the mortals, some things were true even once you peeled across the layers of maybe and possibility, to the branching infinity that was creation. To be sure, some would question this, that it seemed to be not merely a bit much, but like humanity trying to make the best of a shit situation, by saying that the gods, who ruled and towered over them as the personifications of concepts, as names given life, that they could no more fight than win a slapping content with the seas?

Well, they too had tyrants and powers that ruled over and oppressed them, that they felt small and insignificant before. That even gods could be humbled in the face of powers beyond them... and those that stopped thinking there to just take comfort in that, before considering just what that meant for their own not even minor existence and agency? Well, they left comforted merely in that there were those that shared their misery while being ingnorant to what that really meant. Which usually, was not very much, as the average person plucked off the street no more mattered in the grand scheme of things than a random bacteria pulled from their own body.

But some people? Oh, some people were fortunate, or unfortunate, to matter. Perhaps not to any great degree, but some regard is greater and more terrible than none at all. Which of course, is why Sally Jackson was having tea with the... well, for the sake of things she was referring to the one across from her with feminine pronouns, as was that not the mask they were wearing? "And of course, our son," and it made her uncomfortable to know that the words were true, "well, he is of the age to have a wife."

A part of her, as she looked at the thing wearing a human face, wanted to object to this. And yet, she could not escape the feeling that if she put up an actual fight? Was she a person... or a mask that thought she was? "To be entirely fair, there is a touch more expected these days. He has not even finished his education, and lacks a home for one, which could pose some issues when it comes to caring for a family."

The woman across from her nods, taking a sip of the tea. "True, but the bride I have selected for him would come with a dowery and some assets that would be of great assistance in forming his own household." And then the women cocked her head, a very amused smile on her face. "As for an education... tell me, do you think he will be anything other than a hero?"

Now, that was an unfair question to ask a mother of her son. And one with deeds, with a heart like her own. She sighed, sorrow on her lips. "No, he has always been one. He can't be anything else and still be himself."

The woman smiled widely, even as the dunes sighed, the sun absorbed into her dark skin and the symbols of royalty swayed. "Indeed, which is why I am selecting an older woman who can look after him and act as his..." She seemed to consider the word, as she took a small bit of honey, adding it to her tea, clicking her tongue. "Ah yes, his sugar momma in addition to his companion."

Now, that did make Sally worry a touch. "And she would agree?"

The black pharaoh raised an eyebrow. "She looks favorably on him already. Additionally, her father needs to agree, as it will be between our families." There was deep amusement from the elder goddess before her. "I am merely informing you, his other mother, as a... courtesy of sorts? Still," and her eyes flashed, and it felt like Sally was looking into a mirror, "one cannot fight Ananke."

Percy Jackson

His sense of doom was tingling. Now, despite what Wise Girl said, he did indeed feel a tingling feeling down the back of his head when there was something that spelled DOOM was happened around him. Given how it apparently was able to get false positives from a video game franchise, it was not the most reliable sense he had, but it had served him well several times before. At the same time, as he stretched, arms out in front of his body? He was NOT expecting Artemis to literally fall into them out of nowhere.

And of course, he quipped (entirely out of stress and surprise) before his mind fully caught up with him. "Not that its bad to see you Lady Artemis," and it wasn't, as sure she could be a bit standoffish, but she was good people, "but ah, why did you drop by?" Now, even as he spoke, he was moving to lower her out his arms... except... he couldn't. As in, it seemed she was somehow stuck. "Ah, Artemis, I'm trying to put you down, but..."

She lifted a hand to his lips and he just noticed that she was blushing furiously. "The Mother of the Moirae has decreed that it is time that I experience childbirth first hand." She was not looking at him. "She has arranged for us to be wed, and has your mothers permission." And then, she paused a moment, before speaking words that made no sense. "As apparently she is your mother along with Sally Jackson."

Now, he blinked, as she lifted a scroll up, as she opened it, and he read it, carefully ignoring the three woman over in a corner of the camp, one of which was doing a vulgar and enthusiastic hip thrusting motion. Yeah, as his mind blanked, he was going to ignore that as it was not happening. Instead? There were words, and apparently his mother was just as confused but accepting this as something that happened, because you know, Ancient Greeks. Which was... more than fair really. Still, the scroll did explain why he couldn't put her down.

"So. Apparently I can only put you down on my bed. Which you can only leave after..." He paused, as he felt his cheeks burning. "I'm sorry." Because yeah, her oath and being a maiden was important to her, and he was being forced to ruin it, even as the goddess in his arms was seemingly having a full body blush as well. "Yeah. Though, the scroll says but stuff is fine and that would mean you would technically be a virgin, even if..."

Yeah, he was not exactly handling this too well, as he moved to his cabin... and they had to pause as they noticed, tied to a chair, hands behind her back, was... well, he had thought, as Artemis let out a pained sob of 'Zoe', that she had been made into a constellation? Which would mean she shouldn't be here... and with a sign saying 'a special gift for my son's wife' on her lap, a gag in her mouth and eyes that seemed to be shocked and hopeful and more than a little terrified as she cried. Which was bad... even as he moved, placing Artemis down before going to try and untie her.

Only for the sign to shift. 'This gift can only be unwrapped by your wife, after the marriage has been consummated.' Both of them looked at it... and Artemis was one that spoke first. "The scroll... it said anal counted?"

Now, the 'helpful guide to pleasing your tomboy wife' that had appeared on the bed next to Artemis... provided a few... clues? Because yeah, he had some porn as he kneeled between her legs, as his lips kissed up and down her ass, as his tongue slipped across her anal ring... but as the goddess shivered and shuddered, moaning as her ass was played with, as his hands saw under her cheeks, kneading and pushing her up and closer? Yeah, she tasted like... something hard to describe, because it was all kinds of sensations at once, not just taste, but it was of the wild.

All natural and delicious, as her legs were on his shoulders, trying to pull him closer as she shook, shivered and groaned... and as she squirted on him again. He figured that meant that she liked it? Even as he pulled away, as she let out a cry. "Ah, you want to be on top, control the pace?"

Even as she looked at him (as Zoe looked on with wide eyes and a dampening groin), his... wife by order of Fate herself (by his... other mother apparently), nodded, and they got into position, as she got ready to ride him. Slowly at first, as she worked him into her, as she picked up speed, her ass clapping against his hips... and soon, as her hands are on his shoulders, as she screams and writhes on him...

He is really glad that he has the Blessing of Achilles, or she would be shattering his hips!

Drew Tanaka

She looked at Cabin three... and at the moaning and cries of pleasure that were coming from it. And then at the moping and depressed looking hunters of Artemis (save for Thalia, who just looked a mixture of shocked and repressed horny) at cabin eight who were looking at Cabin three with mildly betrayed eyes? Yeah... so they did just see Artemis fall into Percy Jackson's arms, declare that fate wanted them hitched...

And she was ignoring Lachesis doing a vulgar hip thrust towards the cabin and Clotho just rubbing her hands together as Atropos rolled her eyes at her sisters. Nope, that was not actually happening. No, what was happening as she went to see about getting popcorn? Was Annabeth trying to look into a window with a hand down her pants as she cried. Drew paused for a moment... and then sighed. Yeah, she was going to be, barf, nice and not comment on that to the girl.

Still, time to get some popcorn... and listen to the ideas for some very nice manga to be sold later ~