Percy Jackson
"Why have you come?" Khione asked.
We will bring you to Olympus," Percy announced as Thalia and Amberly moved forward. Amberly pulled an engraved celestial bronze collar from under her jacket. Even Khione, a minor goddess, would barely be able to conjure more than a few snowflakes. The Goddess stayed silent as the collar was placed and did not offer any resistance.
"Am I not already being punished," she asked frostily.
Zethes and Calais approached their sister from either side. As they touched the altar, the ice retreated. The chains melted away into the rock. Even before the goddess had the chance to so much as move her two brothers had grabbed her by the arms and dragged her off the rock and then held her between as they dragged her over to where Percy stood before dropping the goddess at her feet.
"So they made you a God, Perseus Jackson," Khione noted. "I'm not surprised."
Thalia and Ariadne hauled Khione back to her feet and tied her wrists together with celestial bronze mesh rope.
"And Jason, the son of Zeus. Have you come to gloat at my fortune?"
Jason shuffled his feet uncomfortably but that might just have been due to the cold.
"They haven't, but we have," Thalia announced and slapped Khione across the face hard enough to whip her head around and sagger aside. She would have even fallen if Percy had not caught her. "That was for turning us into popsicles."
"Thalia, that is quite enough," Percy warned softly. A trickle of glowing golden ichor ran down from Khion's busted lip.
"Lead us to the lobby," Percy told the statue and followed them back to the elevator.
"What is going to happen to me?" Khione asked, a note of apprehension sinking into her otherwise apathetic tone.
"We are going to take you back to Olympus," Percy said, aware that this would only increase her worries, likely imagining what Hera's vengeance would look like. However, he thought it best not to mention that the worst that would likely happen to her on Olympus was boredom in an at least somewhat luxurious jail cell. Otherwise, Zethes or Calais might tip their father off and the old God would put up a fuss. As far as Percy was concerned, getting out without any problems was just fine.
With two huntresses holding Khione by her arms their small procession made its way down to the elevator.
"I can walk on my own," Khione hissed and tried to shake the two girls off. It was to no avail, the two girls merely twisting their arks arm into Khione's and forcing her to bow over forward as she walked.
The ride up took almost as long as the one down had only this time they rode in silence, save that song on repeat. Despite Khione's presence, the elevator quickly warmed up, the frost fading and finally disappearing.
Finally, the elevator opened into the lobby. Their procession disembarked only to find lord Boreas standing in the center of the lobby, a friendly smile on his face and his arms spread as if to embrace them.
Percy led their group towards him.
As they approached Boreas looked his daughter over and stepped towards him. Khione, in return, glared up at her father with malice and hatred in her eyes.
"Daughter, truth be told I am disappointed to see you go so soon. I look forward to finding what Hera has planned for you."
Boreas's hand snapped up to grab Khione's jaw so fast that Thalia and Amberly jumped back in surprise. The smile on Boreas face was suddenly gone, exchanged by one as cruel as cold as a winter storm.
Even Khione seemed surprised, whimpering as her father almost lifted her off the ground.
"Consider yourself disowned. You are not worthy of being a goddess, I should have married you off long ago. Like your mother, you are a pretty face and some tits. If Hera has any sense left in her she will put you to work in some whore house on Olympus. Who knows, perhaps I'd even send your brothers by to pay you a visit."
Khione moaned in protest, looking up at Boreas with evident fear.
It was pretty obvious that Boreas wasn't finished and robbed of his chance to punish his daughter he might have said worse if Percy hadn't cleared her voice. "As of now, Khione is under my guard. Would you be so kind as to stop maltreating my prisoner," he asked.
Boreas glared at Percy but, after a long moment, released his daughter. "I see your judgment in your eyes, Lord Perseus. However, you do not know my daughter as I know her. She is a mean-spirited deceitful creature. If you knew my truths, you would hold her in the lowest contempt as I do."
"Be it as it may if she is too bruised up, the council ask questions."
Boreas snorted dismissively. "Fair well, Khione."
Then Boreas evaporated into thin air, leaving only a cold breeze behind. "So, Elsa," Thalia started. Khione scowled at the daughter of Zeus. "I can see why you tried to topple your father now," Thalia explained and then pulled out a roll of duct tape.
"What are you doing?" Percy challenged his cousin as she pulled off a strip of tape.
"You've never transported a prisoner, have you," Thalia noted, grinning and then secured the strip of tape over the goddess's mouth. Melissa came up from behind and secured a black cotton sack over her head.
"Planning is a lot harder when you don't know where you are," Thalia explained.
To avoid any further shenanigans, Percy gently grabbed Khione's and found her skin to be pleasantly cool, although he was sure she could change that.
"Come with me. I won't let you trip," Percy warned her and led her out of the lobby. Once again, they were ignored by the mortals bustling around them.
The cars that Thalia and her friends had tactically acquired from the rental service's owner. Two large SUVs still stood waiting in the hotel's parking loop.
"Girls car!" Thalia announced loudly, and the five huntresses immediately made their way to the flashier of the two SUVs, a pretty sweet silver beast of a ride.
"And who is going to guard Khione?" Percy asked.
"The God and the son of Zeus," Thalia explained. "Unless you want to listen to us singing karaoke."
Percy and Jason exchanged a glance and shrugged. Stranger things had happened.
So Percy led Khione over to the second car. "If you promise not to cause a problem, I will put you in the back seats instead of the back?"
Fortunately, Khione nodded a few times and Percy sat her down. For good measure, he buckled her up too, although had doubted that a car crash could kill the goddess or stop her if she somehow regained her powers.
Then they started their drive.
Silena Beauregard
Silena didn't take long before her daily shores were concluded quite quickly without any gods around to distract her. With three hours to spare before any guests were to arrive, Silena had filled the large bathtub in Percy's bathroom, and as it filled, she had dragged Percy's flatscreen in the bathroom.
Once she had started the first high school musical movie, she dumped a wasteful amount of bubble bath, stripped naked, and settled down in the water. Like everything in her home, the bathroom was beautiful, decorated in colorful mosaics to offer the sense of being in a coral reef or something similar.
She sighed deeply and placed her feet on the opposite edge and quickly let them slip down again. She was too short to do some comfortably.
Silena appreciated how lucky she was, how truly very lucky to of all people end up as Percy's servant and not that of some other godling. She knew few men as well morally grounded as Percy and doubted that many of the gods she might have ended up with would have been able to resist the temptation of taking advantage of her or even treat her with cruelty. That she ended up sleeping with him regardless of Percy not demanding it, well their arrangement had merrily been the catalyst.
Where Percy seemed to take a lot of pride in seeing her climax, others might be more interested in making her suffer. Or get her pregnant, Silena reasoned to herself as she poured herself a glass of sparkling wine. The Olympians seemed to be obsessed with marriage and children's birth. On the other hand, chances were she'd eventually get pregnant by Percy's hand unless their arrangement changed substantially. As fucked up as she was she probably wouldn't even be too upset, she had always wanted children, after all.
As the movie started, her thoughts went back to the last time she had seen her former Boyfriend, Charlie Beckendorf. How he had kissed her on the forehead and how she had told him to keep Percy alive or otherwise Annabeth would be quite cross with them. Perhaps Percy should have been keeping Charlie alive. Instead, he certainly had needed it more.
This hadn't been Percy's fault, he might just as well have been the one not to come back. There was a certain Irony to it, that her own boyfriend had died after she had tipped Luke Castellan off that they were coming.
Yes, she had gotten the man she loved killed. There was nothing she could do about it and no way ever to take it back. Even her own life, willingly given could not even begin to turn the ledger back in her favor. Silena had no illusions that her current occupation did little to nothing to help. Here she was, alive happily playing the private whore and maid to a very attractive and attentive god while living in luxury while others had died because of her. What was the worst case here? That Percy grew tired of her and became apathetic? Sent her back?
Finally noticing that her thoughts were going down quite a dark path Silena snapped out of it and turned her attention to the movie's first musical scene. Before her death, she would have been capable of singing along word for word. Death, as it seems, had blurred many of her memories, lyrics apparently included.
Before long Silena had realized that her hand had slipped surprisingly low.
Should she? She hadn't since her death, and by the time she had acclimated to being back alive enough to be in the spirit for such things and Percy had been very available.
With a deep sigh, Silena pushed a finger inside and bit her lip.
Then after closing her eyes she went to work with more enthusiasm. A second finger quickly joined the first one and she closed her eyes, gently biting her lip.
Who she thought of? Hard to say? There were few men before her death she had been physically attracted to. Charles, Luke, and Percy, even before her demise. All three of them had taken the main role in her fantasy world at times, though each very different one in their own way.
With Luke thoroughly ruined, that left Percy and Charlie. With so many others, her memories of Charlie were slowly fading. At this point, she could barely remember his face. That and thinking about Charlie made her sad.
Not that she actively thought about them, but they did cross her mind. She remembered the way Percy's lips had moved up the inside of her thighs before eating her out while she had squeezed one of her own breasts with her hand as she tried to pull deeper with her other and gasped slightly.
With memories of the last night, she had spent with Percy still very fresh, her moans slowly grew louder. Why should she be quiet? There was no one to hear?
"Oh, fuck!" she gasped softly when she found the perfect angle and continued prosecuting the matter. Her breathing quickly grew labored and Silena continued with renewed vigor.
However, for all Percy's virtues in that particular discipline, she still knew her way around herself best. She knew from the tales of other girls that guys often had problems finding their way down under. Fortunately for her, the one man she had shared a bed with so far didn't seem to share these deficiencies.
It didn't take long for her moans to grow louder and very much alone in her home, there was no reason to hide away the sounds of her pleasure.
Gentle and careful prodding was soon replaced with more aggressive movements with her own hand. Without intending to, Silena felt her back arch up slightly, her breasts emerging from the foam as her torso rose. Despite her lower arm muscles fatiguing, Silena kept it up, not noticing how hard she bit her lower lip. She threw her elegant head back as that familiar pressure in her lower abdomen grew. Finally cried out softly as she found release. Her breath came out in heavy gasps as the orgasm let her entire body shudder. Finally, she came to rest panting heavily and ran her fingers through her hair, and smiled to herself.
Before long her breath had calmed down considerably and she found herself paying more attention to her movie again, though granted in a considerably better mood than before.
Just then she noticed a rainbow beginning to materialize over the foot of her bathtub.
"Ah shit," Silena muttered and hastily made sure that the still generous amount of foam covered any precarious areas and then realized she could just cancel the call the moment it began.
"Clarisse La Ru, daughter of Ares wishes to call you. Will you accept the call?"
Silena's first reaction was almost to say no outright. For some reason, the thought of having to confront Clarisse gave her more anxiety than she wanted to admit. Then she remembered that Percy had lifted up the sky for his best friend and sighed deeply.
"Put her on hold," Silena announced and climbed out of the bathtub. After hastily pulling on a bathrobe, she hurried out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed. After making sure once more that she was decent, had put her hair up in a towel, and was presentable, she sighed deeply and opened her mouth to take the call.
No word escaped her lips. Silena tried again but, for some reason, couldn't bring herself to say the words. Her hands began to shake, and not in a good way. Suddenly her mouth became very dry, and her heart began to pound in her chest.
She was having a panic attack, Silena realized. On any other day, she would have been mortified at the prospect. Silena fucking Beauregard wasn't one to scare easily. She had died singlehandedly charging down a Drakon for Olympus's sake, this was ridiculous.
However, that knowledge didn't make her hands shake any less. Silena hurried back into the bathroom, hastily refilled her glass with sparkling white wine, and then downed it, hoping it would calm her nerves and hands.
"Lady Iris, I will take the call," Silena finally managed to croak after sitting back down on the bed.
A moment later an image appeared in the air in front of her, showing Silena a picture of Clarisse sitting in the Ares cabin.
Before Silena could apologize or say anything at all, Clarisse had clasped her hands over her mouth and squealed in a manner that would have had Silena's half-siblings salute her. She wouldn't have believed Clarisse even to be capable of creating such a sound.
"You're fucking alive," Clarisse screamed, sounding as if she were angry and immensely happy at the same time.
It was as if a switch was flicked inside her and suddenly, her fear evaporated. "I am," Silena confirmed.
"How is this possible? I heard rumors that Jackson brought you back to rail you?" Clarisse announced.
"Who keeps spreading these rumors?" Silena asked, laughing.
"So he didn't?" Clarisse asked suspiciously.
"No, it's more that I turned up and now Percy is stuck with me," Silena explained, purposefully not commenting on the second part. "Who keeps spreading these rumors," Silena then pressed.
"Your cabin?" Clarisse said as if it were obvious, which in hindsight, it kind of was.
"Hmm," Silena mused and turned to look up. "How are you?" she asked.
Clarisse bounced up and down on the mattress she was sitting on. "Now a lot better, those Romans are stuck-up pansies," she exclaimed. "Chiron banned me from dessert for the entire week because I gave one of their Centurions a swirly," Clarisse announced.
"Swirlies seem to backfire on you a lot, don't they," Silena mused.
"Twice isn't a lot," Clarisse complained though her smile didn't fade until it finally did.
She could sense that the elephant in the room would be addressed next.
"You know, about what happened. No one cares. You are a hero," Clarisse announced softly. "I thought you might be scared about no one wanting you back. You still have a home here. No one could ever replace you."
Silena felt quite touched by this, it was rare for Clarisse to be sentimental, much less openly show it like that. She could tell that Clarisse was very much sincere.
"We'll see," Silena said evasively. Her fate wasn't technically in her hands anymore.
"Is Jackson giving you a hard time?" Clarisse asked again, eyeing her suspiciously.
"I know you never liked him, but do you really think he is the kind of guy for that?" Silena asked softly.
"No, not really. I just know that you used to have a crush on him and we both know that despite all your good sides you aren't exactly known for your sound judgment at this point," Clarisse countered.
Silena stayed silent, she really didn't have anything for that, especially because Clarisse was right. And when had Clarisse gotten this witty?
She clapped her hands together. "There is nothing sadder than two girls arguing over a guy who isn't even present. So, seeing as my life over the past few years has been very much uneventful, what have you been up to?"
"I am trying to pass high school right now," Clarisse summarized. "Don't tell anyone but Malcolm is helping me study, the clever little punk. Chris is really trying to help,...but"
"He is a working man at heart and not an academic?"
Clarisse nodded, "He gets stuff done..."
"By the way, word at camp is that you are on the top of Annabeth Chase's hit list," Clarisse mused.
"I already talked with her. We're cool," Silena assured Clarisse, rolling her eyes.
"Good, that girl scared me, especially without Jackson babysitting her."
Percy Jackson
In theory, their plan was quite straightforward. Drive from Québec to New York with a bad-tempered goddess tied up on the backbench.
As far as Percy could tell, Khione was not resisting in any way or form. On the contrary, she was completely silent and motionless, and with the sack covering her head, it was impossible to gauge her expression. Was she sleeping? Angry? Plotting their demise?
In theory, the rest of their mission shouldn't have gone smoothly, that was right up until a hippo-sized Hellhound charged onto the highway ahead of them and ran straight into Thalia's car, sending it spinning out of its lane before it flipped over and finally came to a skidding stop on its roof.
Jason hit the breaks hard, very hard and the three of them were thrown into their chars. At that moment, Percy was quite happy he had buckled Khione up. Otherwise, she would have been sitting on Percy's or Jason's lap by the time the car came to a stop.
"Fuck," Jason cursed and tore open the car's door.
"Stay here!" Percy yelled at Khione, also getting out.
The Hellhound spun around to glare at him with its glowing red eyes.
One had to give Jason one thing, he knew what he was doing and he did it with style.
A long golden spear appeared in his hands as the mighty beast charged him. Jason raised it and suddenly, his hair stood on end and Ozone lay heavily in the air. Lighting struck down from the heavens, hitting his spear and engulfing it with crackling energy.
Then when Jason jabbed in the hellhound's direction, the lightning bolt struck the Hellhound on the front of its snout. The Hellhound's charge was arrested at once before falling over, its legs twitching.
With the Hellhound contained, Percy hurried over to the flipped car and found most of the girls crawling out of shattered windows. Only Juliette was still hanging in her seatbelt, unconscious.
"Juliette!" Percy yelled as he helped the other girls up.
"She's out cold," Thalia explained and tapped her bracelet.
The ancient hoplon Aegis appeared on her wrist and a spear in her other arm while her compatriots notched arrows. Percy too pulled out his trusty old pen and uncapped it, a three-foot-long celestial bronze ancient Greek sword appearing in his hand.
"You girls alright?" Percy asked and was met with a collective reproachful look from the girls. "We've had worse," one of the girls announced as if she had just personally been insulted. "Get over it," Jason snapped once he joined them.
It was then that they noticed that the hellhound Jason had electrocuted was by no means dead, only now very pissed off. It also turned out that the Hellhound hadn't come alone.
A dozen more were leaping over the highway side railing, forcing cars to swerve around or simply stop and honk their horns.
The huntresses let loose a volley of silver arrows, turning two of the beats into fading dust.
The rest of the hellhounds closed the distance within seconds, forcing them to meet them.
Again Jason struck a hound with lightning, only this time dispatching it.
Percy and Thalia stepped forward to meet them.
The first thing Percy noticed was how fast he could move. A hellhound lunged at him. Percy swiftly sidestepped and buried his weapon to the hilt in the beat's side. This one too burst into dark dust as well, saving him from the hassle of having to pull the sword free.
"Now would be the time to do some God thing!" Thalia suggested as she enthusiastically jabbed at a second hellhound.
More arrows flew, half a dozen or so peppering another hellhound in short succession causing it to retreat.
"Like what?" Percy asked.
"You are a fucking god, smite them or something," she suggested.
"I have no clue how to do that!" Percy explained defensively and stepped towards a closing hellhound, causing the growling beast to retreat.
"Then what good are you?" Thalia asked in exasperation.
"I am good with a sword?" Percy asked.
"Would Electric Shock Therapy help you learn?" his cousin offered helpfully.
"I doubt it," Percy mused, unfortunately not sensing any water close by. He could have worked with that.
Thalia sighed, muttering something about gods being overrated. Privately Percy could only agree.
The hellhounds quickly learned to stay out of direct sight, prowling around in the bushes as the traffic jam behind them began to pile up slowly. Whatever the mortals were seeing was beyond Percy, but he doubted it would be good. Suddenly Lisa moved up between Thalia and himself, her bow raised, an arrow notched.
She drew the string back to her cheek and loosed an arrow, sending the silvery missile streaking off into the bushes, after which they were rewarded with a pained, animalistic yelp.
"Annoying little buggers, aren't they," Lisa announced brightly and pulled a new arrow from her quiver.
"Behind us!" Penelope warned and they turned around as four hellhounds bounded out and charged the small knot of huntresses. Jason immediately charged forward to intercept them and rammed his spear through the hellhound's open maw, causing it to explode into dark dust.
The three others charged past him though, closing within heartbeats.
The huntresses dropped their bows and reached for their knives, still much too slow.
He didn't quite know how that happened. There was a rush of air and suddenly, he was standing in front of the huntresses, more than thirty feet away from where he had stood only a moment earlier. There was no time for contemplation, though, only the reality of three angry-looking hellhounds midjump, jaws opened wide. Percy's sword came up in a glowing arc as if had a mind of their own.
The hellhounds seemed to be staggering around, shaking their heads as if blinded so the first one burst to dust with a satisfying pop as celestial bronze met otherworldly flesh with a high-pitched screech. The other two Hellhounds leaped away, snarling with fury and frustration.
The god followed up, pursuing the one to the left and dispatching it with a quick stab to the side of the neck. He turned around to the third just in time to see Penelope, Melissa, and Amberly swarming the beast and bringing it down with their knives.
"Holy shit, Percy? How did you do that?" Thalia asked breathlessly.
"I guess being a god does come with a few perks," Percy teased breathlessly.
"I guess it does, how did you do that?"
Percy burst out laughing, "I don't have the faintest idea!"
"Well, feel free to continue impressing me," Thalia called back as Lisa put yet another hound down with a well-placed arrow.
"Where is Khione?" Amberly suddenly mused, sounding much too relaxed for the occasion.
"In the car..." Percy trailed off, looking over at their SUV. One of the back doors was open and Khione was very much missing.
"You can stop being impressed. Percy just lost the goddess!" Amberly let Thalia know drily as she notched a new arrow.
"Small blessings," Thalia replied and suggested.
"Kelphead? Do you want to go find Elsa? Take Lisa. She is a good tracker. I wager the rest of us can handle the remaining furries ourselves," Thalia suggested.
Percy nodded over at the huntress, who blushed slightly, and the two demigods hurried back towards the now empty car. They looked around, searching for any hints of where Khione had gone. Fortunately, they spotted the sack they had put over her head only a few feet away behind the car. With no better clues apparent, they hurried in the general direction. A hellhound bounded in front of him to block their way, but without losing pace, Lisa planted an arrow between its eyes, dispatching it quite effectively.
They bounded over the side of the highway's fencing and into the brushes.
"There," Lisa announced, pointing at the prints of quite small sandals in the dirt. Once through the brushes, they found themselves standing at the edge of an abandoned factory.
"Hooves," she warned, pointing in the dust a few meters away.
"Probably some local riders," Percy reasoned. Just then, thunder rolled over them. "Looks like Jason is having fun again," Percy mused. "Or Thalia, she can do that too," Lisa mused.
"I don't know. The front hooves look loaded..." Lisa muttered to herself.
Percy had no clue what she was talking about but took the huntress's word for it.
"That way," she finally announced and led him towards one of the buildings. How she was reading any tracks in mid-jog was beyond Percy, but he took her word for it. They reached the side of a warehouse's main entrance and flattened themselves against the crumbling wall.
Percy peaked around an open doorway into the large all and spotted who he was looking for.
Khione was leaning against the wall, though still wearing her gag and cuffs. What had earlier been a luminescent white dress was now considerably less white and she was also covered in grime.
That was fine and all, however a group of half a dozen or so horned and armed Centaurs had surrounded the goddess, the largest one of them holding the goddess by the throat.
"I promised we would one day find you, goddess," the Centaur purred, grinning down at her with lust-filled eyes, his other hand quite roughly groping the goddess. "We've never had a goddess...but you will do. You will help us breed our army."
So, this is it for now. I promised things would get interesting. This is the discord server I have set up shop in. You can meet LastRonin there too. He is a pretty cool chap, and working with him has been a pleasure. Also, we post our fanart there, and he's set up a pretty awesome community there. You can, of course, ping me on discord at any time, and I will get back to you within a few hours tops. Code: 9kT6Qbn.
Now down to business. We are eleven chapters downrange, and I could use some feedback. Plotwise what do you like? What don't you like? Same country for writing style? Character development? Worldbuilding? Your thoughts so far? Feedback is critical to improving the story. You don't need to have an account, though if you want a response, that would certainly help.
With regards,
Henry James Locker over and out.
ps. Reply to Super MAN MAN: Well, Annabeth is my favorite too, thank you very much.