AN: I have lived up to my promise. Here's another update, and no, the title doesn't mean a subby Percy.
Happy reading!
Time: A Month Later
Percy stood in the middle of the clearing, stretching to get all the kinks out of his body, slightly rusty from all the training and workouts he had missed in the last few days.
"Ah, monster hunting. Just like the good old times." He couldn't help the smile on his face, so wide that it threatened to split his face in half, as he looked around him at all the Hunters gathered in the clearing.
"You're probably the only one who is so enthusiastic about hunting monsters, Percy." Angela poked at the fire with a stick, making sure that there was enough ventilation for the crackling flames, and checking the boiling pot of stew and freshly hunted venison that she was cooking. "For us, it's just a chore."
The food gave off a sweet aroma that wafted through the forest, mixing with the invigorating smells of pine and cedar, strong with the early morning dew.
"Well, it might be a chore, but it's a fun chore, you know. It's as if playing video games was a chore." Percy tried to think of some analogies, but fell short, instead deciding to concentrate on the moment. He was always more physical than anything, and dwelling in the physical world seemed to be the best way to go about life.
The early morning air was slightly chilly- sending goosebumps up his skin, and a thin mist hung in the air, wisps curling between the trunks of the trees and giving the place an otherworldly feel. The crackling fire was the sole source of heat in the cold autumn morning, the bright orange glow chasing away the autumn shadows and blending with the few bright orange and red leaves that carpeted the ground, the only source of light with the sun still hidden behind the clouds and the entire world asleep. The forest was never silent though, even as it slept, full of white noise of chirping insects and the earliest of morning larks that he wouldn't otherwise notice, forming a comforting white haze in the background that melted into the dense fog. A light early morning breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, a beautiful sound that one couldn't get enough of, swaying the canopy, as high as any skyscraper, that faded into the fog above head, and playing with Percy's messy raven hair.
If he looked out between the trees, he couldn't see twenty feet past the edge of the clearing, lined by tall dark trees, silent and foreboding, and his heart beat in excitement at the thought.
He remembered his days as a weak demigod, even before he had been christened the Bane of Monsters, when fog had been his worst enemy and he had always trembled in fear at the thought of a surprise ambush waiting for him mere feet into the thick cover of mist, when every flickering shadow contained a monster waiting to drink his blood, when he was afraid of every sound that was out of place.
He had been terrified, and his heart had beat as fast as it was beating now.
But now, it beat for a different reason. No longer was he afraid, nor was he weak. With a shotgun in one hand and axe in the other, he was terror itself, nightmares given human form, death bound in strong flesh and warm blood. He was the Bane of Monsters, and every monster that saw him coming was as good as dead. Now, he was no longer the hunted.
The abominations and the children born of Tartarean toxicity were all afraid of him, feared him as retribution itself, trembled at his name. The predators who had once hunted him down so hungrily, were now the hunted. They were less than beings, they were mere targets to kill.
And Percy sought revenge for every demigod heart that had once beat in fear.
He suddenly zoomed back into the present moment, free from his musings and realizing that he was now heading towards the edge of the clearing. His feet carried him towards the fog, which held the allure of the unknown and a silent promise of bloody violence, his combat boots crunching softly against the dry, yellow, and red leaves that lined the soft earth, the fallen pine needles of the previous night soft and moist with the morning dew, stepping over roots and snapping old twigs beneath his feet on his aimless path towards an unknown destination.
Before long, he found himself standing at the edge of the clearing, his dark, sea-green eyes looking out into the veiled forest, cloaked with fog, his heart beating with bloodlust and adrenaline rushing in his veins. A smile tugged at his lips at the thought of the fright that the monsters would get once they broke through the thick cover of fog right in the middle of their camp and slaughtered them, helpless to do anything but watch as he hacked and chopped their bloodthirsty comrades to pieces.
Percy closed his eyes, breathing the morning air deeply. The air was still and stank of the blood that would stain the white fog pink once he got done with the day, and then they would celebrate as befitting the victors.
"Percy! Food's ready!" The call for an early breakfast had him returning back to the campfire, tracing his footsteps back through the crushed twigs and fallen leaves, where all the other Hunters were sitting around the warmth of the crackling orange flames, their weapons in their laps, polishing, sharpening, and arranging their quivers, raring to go and kill.
He meandered his way through the circle of Huntresses, each with their own bowl of venison and a fork, nibbling their way through their food as they listened to Artemis talk about their attack plan for the day. Percy received his bowl of food, steaming and fragrant, from Angela, summoning a little steel fork with a twirl of his fingers and plopping his butt on the ground in front of Thalia.
He shuffled backwards, taking his spot between Thalia's thighs as he leaned against the log she was sitting on, unable to help but feel slightly irritated at the way the daughter of Zeus ignored him callously, showing no response and not even acknowledging his presence with even a look or a snarky comment. Well, she didn't, but her body was as receptive to him as ever, as she subconsciously wrapped her long, toned legs around his chest to draw him even closer, trapping him between her thighs until his head of messy hair was nestled against her toned stomach, as she used his head as a table for her bowl, her full attention on Artemis' words.
Ignoring the feel of her warm, soft thighs wrapped around him and trying to resist her seductive guiles, Percy shoved a forkful of juicy meat into his mouth, chewing on it absent-mindedly as he reigned in his wandering mind, concentrating instead on Artemis.
The moon goddess was in full battle mode, something that only served to make her even sexier in Percy's humble opinion. Her dark, auburn hair was let down past her shoulders, falling in gentle waves, and she wore a tight, black t-shirt underneath her silver parka, that accentuated her toned curves even further, making Percy's hands twitch, eager to hold onto her body. He loved the way her thick, luscious thighs looked in her tight, black skinny jeans, her soft flesh that he would love to use as warm earmuffs.
His eyes zoomed back in on her face, her pale, flawless skin glistening in the moonlight and her full pink lips that parted with every word that she spoke- words that Percy realised with a jolt, he wasn't paying any attention to.
He shoved another mouthful of venison into his gullet, his eyes sharp as he listened to her attentively.
"...So that's the long story short. Everyone got the game plan?" She asked, freaking him out slightly as he realised that he had missed the entire thing, but nevertheless, he nodded along with the other Hunters. A small chorus of 'yeah's, 'got it's and 'crystal clear' rang through the small opening, leaving Percy feeling slightly stupid as he realised that he would be going in blind.
Artemis' silver eyes met his as she was looking around the Hunters one last time, and Percy shrunk deeper into Thalia's embrace, almost recoiling away from her sharp gaze, predatory and piercing, as if she could read him like an open book.
The moon goddess, apparently knowing that Percy had, as usual, not been paying attention to her, gave a very audible sigh, slightly tired from the scouting mission that she had carried out solo the previous night, and not having any energy to deal with his shenanigans.
"Alright, quick recap." She stood up, clapping her hands to call everybody's attention to her one last time, standing in the middle of the clearing in front of the fire and surrounded by the Hunters, a band of seasoned warriors to make anybody tremble, illuminated by the orange glow from the fire and the soft white light of the morning sun, wane behind the thick autumn clouds and scattered by the morning fog. "I scouted out the monster nest last night, they're in a good, defensible position. We will have to flush them out into a clearing so that our melee can tackle them while we shoot from the trees like last time."
She took a deep breath. "There are no major monsters that I could spot, so that's good, it's mostly small timers that individually, we should have no problem dealing with. But they're near a civilian centre- there's a village within a mile radius, so we will have to be careful not to use our powers too much."
The Mist could cover up their activities well enough, but Artemis being the overcautious Huntress that she was, was always prepared for the worst- and that meant being as undercover as she possibly could. Something that she shared with every single demigod, in a sense.
"So Percy and Thalia will go towards the clearing which I have marked on the map." The moon goddess snapped her fingers, and a map of the area, folded and marked meticulously the night before, landed in Thalia's lap. "There, they will wait in ambush, while the Hunters and I will beat the monsters towards you. The two of you'll fight melee, and we will provide fire support from the trees. Thirty seconds before the wave hits, I'll warn you. Be prepared, and no losses. Bows loose."
"Got it." Percy gave her a thumbs-up and a confident smile. Maybe he wasn't so good with the logistics of the entire thing, but when it came to a fight, more so at close quarters, his skill and smarts were unmatched save for a very select few.
And Artemis knew that.
Once the Huntresses could properly flush the monsters into the clearing where Percy and Thalia would be waiting, the monsters were as good as dead. Heck, even if the four Titans themselves went up against the duo, the chances of their survival were very, very slim- the two demigods turned gods were just that powerful.
She watched as the two glanced at each other- hearts in their eyes, her own giving a small twinge of jealousy at the glances that they exchanged with each other, making her unable to wonder just when Percy would look at her the same way. The last time he did seemed so long ago- despite the fact that they had been making out passionately just the day before, Artemis' heart refused to calm down.
Percy tilted his head back, looking up at Thalia -she had finished eating some time ago, and had tossed her disposable bowl into the fire- smiling up at her, an expression that she mirrored as she leaned down, her electric blue eyes meeting sea green, a small smile playing on her soft pink lips, the toothpick she had been chewing on sticking out between her perfect, pearly white teeth.
"Let's see who can kill more." Thalia offered the challenge, and Percy offered the stakes. "Whoever loses has to suck the winner's dick."
Thalia looked a bit offended at that. "Don't you think that's a bit presumptuous, Kelp Head? Or do you really want to suck dick that badly?"
As it was, Thalia didn't need a stupid bet to suck his dick- that was just a convenient excuse, but she was actually feeling a bit offended at his brazen declaration that he would win.
She spat out the toothpick towards the fire, able to aim perfectly so that the half-chewed wood followed an almost flawless parabolic trajectory into the flames, before she fixed Percy with a glare. "If I win, I'll tie a leash around your neck and have you walk naked through Ogygia."
Percy clicked his tongue in a challenging manner, shooting her with a finger gun and a cock smirk. "Right back at you, Pinecone Face."
"Deal." Thalia's electric blue eyes blazed with a competitive fire as the stakes were set, and she fistbumped Percy, as if sealing the deal. Her thighs tightened around his neck- where he sat between her legs, the heels of her thick-soled combat boots digging into his chest through the thin t-shirt he was wearing, as if in warning. "Just know that if I win, I'll ask Aphrodite to give me a dick and I'll fuck your throat."
"If you win." Percy stressed the 'if', a lopsided grin on his annoying face, making the daughter of Zeus grit her teeth at his insufferable attitude.
"I'm going to commit violence." She growled at the son of Poseidon, making him chuckle to himself before he returned to his half-finished breakfast, ignorant of Thalia's seething glare that was boring holes in the back of his head, or the way everybody was shaking their head at their regular back and forth banter- something that they were painfully used to, by that time.
"Now, if everyone's had their breakfast, we will start. Pack up camp, break the fire, have all your weapons ready. It's half a day march to the monster clearing at slow speed, but we will need to reserve our energy if we want to fight properly. We will take a break to eat lunch, after which we will begin our operation. We will break into two units, Hunters with me forming the beaters and Thalia and Percy heading towards the ambush. Now get to work."
"Fuck you, Jackson." Thalia cursed at him one last time as she vaulted over his head effortlessly, placing her hands on his head for support, heading towards her own tent. The other Hunters followed their lieutenant, each making a beeline for their own tent and leaving the clearing empty save for Percy, who had finished his breakfast by then, and Artemis.
The moon goddess meandered her way through the clearing to find a spot beside him, plopping tiredly to the ground as her legs seemed to give out beneath her.
"You good?" He threw an arm around her shoulders, tugging her closer to his body, and she obliged, resting her head against his broad, muscle-packed chest as she melted into his strong, warm body seeking his comfort for her physical exhaustion. "I take it yesterday was a long night for you?"
"You don't know the half of it." Artemis scoffed, closing her eyes as she pressed her soft cheek against Percy's muscle-packed chest, enjoying the feeling of his warm, muscular arm wrapped around her smaller body.
"Will you be alright? This is gonna be a long and tiring hike, and after that, we will have to fight." He gave her a reassuring squeeze. "And we're all depending on you, goddess."
"Mm." Artemis made a cute little sound of agreement as she snuggled closer into Percy's embrace. "I'll have a cube of ambrosia, and I'll be as good as new in no time."
"Will that ambrosia be able to pull you through tonight's... celebration as well?" The innuendo in Percy's voice was very much audible, making her cheeks colour a light golden, flushed with ichor. His voice was so deep and husky, seductive, as he leaned down to her level, pressing his lips against her ear in a soft, chaste kiss.
Her blush intensified at the simple gesture. Her heart beat as hard as it could, all her jealousy forgotten, unable to summon any thought save for the feeling of the Dark god holding her so tenderly.
"Artemis," Percy whispered huskily against her ear as he pulled her effortlessly into his lap, making her yelp at the sudden movement.
He laughed. "That was cute."
Artemis' cheeks burned at the humiliation, but she couldn't help but smile at the compliment, hiding her inflamed face in Percy's chest, her small hands clutching at his shirt. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, making sure that she was pressed up against his superior, muscle-packed body, so that he was able to feel every single inch of her sexy toned curves against him, her thick ass pressing against his crotch and her modest, firm tits pressing against his chest.
Percy felt a smile tug at his lips at her sheer cuteness, and he couldn't resist the urge to nibble at her earlobe, his sharp teeth grazing her soft skin, tinged golden with embarrassment.
"I love you so much, Artemis," Percy whispered into her ear, making her smile as she squeezed her eyes shut, desiring to prolong the moment as much as she could, enjoying the way Percy's warmth wrapped around her so comfortingly. "Every time I look at you, I can't help but get lost in the way your eyes look, the way your hair looks, the way you look."
He stressed the last part, his large, rough fingers entangling with her dark, auburn locks as he stroked her hair, eliciting a feminine noise from the goddess, a sound that made his cock twitch and throb painfully in his pants.
"Artemis..." He couldn't resist her temptation anymore, and neither could she, as she raised her face from his chest to meet his lips midway, locking lips passionately, hungrily. They couldn't get enough of each other, their lips moving in sync as they kissed and kissed without ever taking a breath in fear should the other slip away, their bodies moulding together as one.
Percy's hands clung to her slim waist, pulling her flush against him, his other hand wandering downwards from her hair to ghost across the nape of her neck, making her shiver in muted delight as he continued to wander even lower. Artemis' slender arms wrapped around his neck, making sure that he couldn't break the kiss, her fingers entangling with his messy raven hair and tugging slightly, a silent gesture for him to deepen the kiss.
Percy obliged, licking her lips to ask for permission, and she allowed him entry eagerly, their tongues entangling together passionately, visibly outside their mouths as they swapped saliva, hungry for each other. His tongue explored her mouth hungrily, making sure that she couldn't concentrate on anything but his exploring tongue in her mouth and his hand dipping towards her ass. The goddess' cheeks hollowed as she sucked on his tongue mindlessly, submissively, almost losing herself to the ecstasy, able to feel his fingers picking at the waistband of her jeans.
Percy groped Artemis' thick ass hungrily, unable to forget how her tight asshole felt around his thick cock even after so long since he had fucked her last, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh even through the skinny jeans that she was wearing. He groped Artemis' ass without shame, his fingers probing and exploring, moulding her soft, creamy flesh to his liking and making her moan as he treated her as little more than a fun toy to play with.
Percy broke the kiss, making her whine at the loss of his lips on hers and his velvety tongue in her mouth, and Artemis let her displeasure be known as she looked up at him desperately, her lips glistening with saliva, still parted, as she stuck her tongue out hungrily in a silent gesture for him to kiss her again.
Percy regarded her with amusement, looking down at her small body nestled comfortably in his lap, his sea-green eyes shining with amusement as he stared down at her silver doe eyes looking up at him hungrily.
"You're so cute, Artemis." Percy reiterated, prompting her to make a small sound of annoyance at the fact that she wasn't getting her kiss, and she raised her arms to hook around his neck, drawing him in for another kiss.
Percy met her soft, full pink lips again in a soft, chaste kiss, and the goddess made to deepen it, but he had other ideas. He broke the kiss again, but this time didn't pull away, instead trailing his lips along her jaw to her lovely, delicious neck, determined to mark her as his before the hunt started.
He latched onto a sensitive spot on her neck just beneath the angle of her jaw, making her mewl in pleasure as his sharp teeth grazed her flawless, sensitive skin, sucking on her ivory skin, his velvet tongue swirling around her glistening skin and leaving a purple hickey.
"Alright. That's enough." Thalia's voice made him detach himself abruptly from Artemis' delicious neck, leaving her breathless and flushed in arousal and embarrassment, with a glistening purple hickey on her neck to show. "Get a room, you two."
Percy's hungry eyes roamed over Thalia's body hungrily, her massive tits straining against her black t-shirt and sports bra, jiggling softly with every breath that she took. Her silver hunting parka hung loosely off her shoulders, and her silky, wavy black hair fell past her shoulders, her electric blue highlights demanding his attention, matching with her stormy, electric blue eyes glaring at him angrily. His eyes wandered down to her thick thighs, something that he would love to get suffocated with, the sheer softness of her flesh very visible through the skinny black jeans that she was wearing.
His eyes flicked upwards, back to her face, enjoying the little golden blush that spread across her cheeks at his hungry gaze, but she stood strong, putting her hands on her feet and glaring at him, though the effect was somewhat ruined by her blush.
But Percy didn't care- Thalia looked hot as fuck while she was glaring at him murderously, and the way she bent forward slightly with her hands on her wide, child-bearing hips made his cock twitch and throb powerfully in his pants.
He looked down at Artemis, who was just then coming down from her ecstatic high, and he shook her gently. "Come on, Artemis, let's get going."
She let out a shaky breath as she nodded, still unable to trust her voice, and Percy picked her up effortlessly in his arms as he got up. The moon goddess gave another cute little yelp as she felt the world around her shift again, her slender legs wrapping around Percy's waist as her arms wrapped around his neck for support, afraid that he would drop her.
Percy's strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her to his body as he used his other arm to support him as he got up from the ground.
Once she realised that he wasn't gonna drop her, Artemis put her feet down, realising with a soft blush that Percy was so tall that her feet didn't touch the ground at all, leaving her hanging in the air with only his left arm holding her up effortlessly.
"Put me down, Percy."
"Ope, here you go." Percy dropped Artemis, and she landed with a barely audible sound on the soft earth, carpeted with dead leaves. "Everyone ready?"
"Yep." The Hunters were just now emerging from their tents, and the twins and Neo wasted no time rushing to their big brother's side.
Percy ruffled their hair in a playful manner. "You three be alright now. Kick some ass."
"We're not children anymore." Rose puffed her cheeks childishly, batting away his hand, and instead spreading her arms for a hug and puckering her lips. "Give us a goodbye kiss instead, pwease."
"Oh, fuck." Percy groaned at the cringe. "Well, you're not getting it right now. Tonight..." He looked around the clearing, meeting eyes with every single Huntress assembled there. "We will party, right here in the middle of the forest like victors."
The fact that the 'party' in question was nothing more than a depraved, lusty fuckfest, went unsaid.
His dark, sea-green eyes, gleaming with barely restrained lust, met with several pairs of excited eyes, looking at him as if they couldn't wait to rip the clothes off their body. Percy could feel Thalia's glare on him intensify as she realised what he was trying to do, blatantly ignoring her, and she felt like punching him in his smug face.
"And before we go, a last parting kiss for Artemis." The moon goddess in question wasn't even allowed to express her surprise and her embarrassment at being kissed by her lover in front of all her subordinates, but Percy had already pounced on her. His arm wrapped around her slim waist as he pressed his hungry lips to hers, his large hand finding shelter between her thighs, his fingers pressing softly against her sensitive cunt through her skinny jeans while his thumb poked and prodded at her tight asshole through the fabric.
"Mmm~" The Hunters were left watching, half in arousal and half in jealousy, as their goddess practically melted in his arms, experiencing an ecstasy that still lingered in the depths of their consciousness, her knees buckling and her slender arms wrapping around his neck, as she pressed herself as close as she could to him, pressing her modest tits against his muscles packed chest.
Percy's strong arm placed between her thighs was the only thing holding her up, as they continued to kiss, the moon goddess having lost control of her entire body and losing her mind to the lust and the bliss, submissively returning Percy's passionate, hungry kiss. Her head was forced back by his sheer aggression, her cheeks hollowed slightly as she sucked on his tongue exploring her mouth hungrily, her full pink lips moulding against his, her smaller body fitting perfectly into his larger frame.
Artemis heard a feminine yelp, and she felt another body, more feminine, curvy and with a bust that was at least four sizes larger than hers, press against them, struggling violently to escape.
She didn't mind, her dom could do anything and she wouldn't mind as long as he kept kissing her with the same feverish fervour that he was doing, a kiss that sent waves of ecstasy washing through her being and made her wonder if she also had a kissing kink.
"Let me... go, Jackson, you jerk!" Thalia struggled violently against his iron grip, but his arm was like a pillar of iron wrapped around her slim waist, pressing her to his body as strong and as sexy as a carved marble statue.
Percy eventually broke the kiss with Artemis, smiling down at her delirious, half-orgasmic expression, her silver eyes hazy with bliss as she looked up at him needily, torn between looking at his eyes, so dominant and arousing, and his lips, swollen and glistening with her saliva. His hand was firm on her hands, the only thing holding her up, and her hands curled into fists in his shirt.
"Alright. Good luck, I'll see y'all later. Preferably without clothes." Percy made a clicking sound with his tongue as he shot a finger gun at them, releasing Artemis. The moon goddess still hung onto him for a few more moments, before she stepped back reluctantly, immediately missing his comfortable warmth.
"Hu-Hunters." She stammered for a bit, before she managed to bring her fierce golden blush under control, rallying the Hunters around her. They swarmed around her eagerly, the lust that Percy had fed into their minds hungry and feverish, their skin feeling hot and unbearable, the adrenaline rushing in their veins making them feel too energetic for their own good- energy that would only find release in death and slaughter.
Artemis wondered briefly if Percy knew what he had been doing, whether he could really guess that the Hunters would respond to being cockblocked with bloody murder in their minds, but whatever it had been, it was hella effective.
Percy stood in the clearing a little bit longer, watching as the Hunters disappeared into the forest, their boots making barely any sound against the thick carpet of fallen leaves, hidden by the thick fog.
He turned to Thalia, who had fallen silent while he held onto her still, her warm curvy body pressing into his side as she rested her head on his muscle-packed chest, listening to his heartbeat quietly.
Looking down at her relatively short frame, he gave her shoulders a small, comforting squeeze, breaking her out of whatever daydream she had been lost in.
He loved the way the golden ichor rushed to her cheeks and the way her electric blue eyes fluttered as she looked up at him, an insult ready on the tip of her tongue. "What do you want now, Jackson?"
"You got the map, right?"
"Ye-yeah." Her voice was slightly subdued as she realised that Percy was no longer poking fun at her or trying to flirt with her, "I've got it right here."
She patted the pocket of her jeans, immediately back on guard at the grin that spread on Percy's lips.
"Alright, you read the map, and I walk."
"Wh-what?" Her eyes fluttered at him, nonplussed, before she gave a surprised squeak as Percy lifted her effortlessly, his arms wrapping around her slim waist and slinging her body on his shoulder unceremoniously, like he was carrying a big sack of potatoes.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, Jackson!" Thalia roared as she kicked out with her legs, struggling violently with all her strength against the son of Poseidon's overwhelming strength, as he carried her on his shoulder like a helpless princess, as he navigated his way through the treacherous forest floor, watching out for roots and stones. "I'm going to kick your balls so hard you'll never be able to touch a girl for as long as you live, you fucking bitch!"
Percy laughed at her fiery anger, so typical of Thalia, the sound of his amusement only serving to infuriate her even further.
"Come on Thalia." Percy caressed the soft flesh of her thick thighs, ignoring her desperate struggles to break free from his grasp. "You're supposed to read the map."
"Fuck you!"
"Have you calmed down now?" Percy and Thalia were in the small clearing they were destined for, all alone in the middle of the large forest. The day was well on its way then, and the golden sunlight filtered in through the canopy of the tall trees, through the swaying emerald leaves to form patterns on the forest floor, where the two immortals lounged and wrestled with each other, in the lap of Mother Nature.
The clearing where the two would set up the ambush was a good few miles away from the monster nest- Artemis' strategy to keep the fight as far away from civilian centres as possible, and the beaters would take some time to flush the monsters towards them, so they had quite some time left to their own devices before their role in the day's hunt came into play.
"Have you calmed down, or do I need to take some... harsher measures?" Percy leaned down until his lips
Thalia looked away, a golden blush dusting her cheeks at the position they were in, with Percy hovering above her, pinning her small body to the ground with his strength, a single hand enough to keep her fists held firmly together over her head, his knee placed firmly between her thick thighs, pressing against her cunt, making her curvy body completely exposed to the Dark god's wandering, lecherous gaze.
"You're so beautiful, Thalia." Percy's voice was deep, and if Thalia found him echoing the same words he had said to Artemis just that very morning, she knew that it was a lack of vocabulary, and not a lack of care on his part. His eyes, dark and sea green, told her everything that she needed to know and then some more, of all the things that he so desperately wanted to do to her, and of the immense self-control keeping him from taking her right then and there in the middle of the forest floor. "I... I..."
She could see him visibly struggle with his words, before he decided to give up altogether, instead settling in what he always did best, letting his actions speak for him.
He leaned down, his superior, heavy body pressing down on Thalia's soft tits as he pressed his lips to hers in a soft, chaste kiss, trying to convey the emotions he was feeling.
"Mm." Thalia gave a low, soft moan of contentment as she continued to kiss the son of Poseidon, her eyes fluttering shut and her back arching in bliss, trying to push her body against his.
Percy broke the kiss earlier than either one of them would have liked, his expression breathless and positively hungry.
"I want to break you on my dick, Thalia." He breathed hungrily, his dark eyes, mad with barely restrained lust sending shivers down her spine. "I want to hear you scream my name as loud as you can when you climax, I want you to worship me as your Master, I want you to wear a collar and be my obedient little pet, I want you to be so many things I cannot even remember right now."
Percy buried his face in her neck, his sharp teeth barely grazing her soft, flawless creamy skin and making her moan, louder this time with nothing to muffle it.
"Percy~ hnng~" Her hips bucked towards him almost on instinct, her back arching and pressing her massive mammaries towards him, as she writhed and struggled in his iron grip that refused to relent. "I love you too."
"Ever since the day you walked out of the tree and into Camp, every time you kicked my ass and pranced about as Camp leader, it was the only thing I could think about. How cute you would look bent over my knee when I spanked you. You have no idea how many nights I have spent longing for you, the hard work I have put in to stand out and be strong, just so you would at least look at me with something other than disdain, even though I knew that you would never betray your oath of maidenhood."
Percy's face hovered above hers, his lips brushing hers again. "Tonight, I'll claim you as mine, in front of everyone, in front of your sisters, in front of your goddess. You will be mine, and that is my reward- the only thing I ask for."
That was a lot to ask, but Thalia was in no condition to point that out, considering that she was almost on the verge of orgasm, ready to give everything that he was asking for and more, if he just continued to talk to her like that in his deep, husky voice, with his warm breath washing over her ear.
"I love you so much, Thals," Percy repeated, his lips trailing over her smooth neck as he breathed in her calming, seductive scent deeply, a scent that never failed to make his cock throb in need. "I love you."
He let her hands go, confident that he had coaxed her to the point that she wouldn't struggle against his advances anymore, both his hands coming to a rest on her wide, childbearing hips. Her arms wrapped around his head, her fingers entangling in his messy black hair and pressing his face to her neck, making sure that he couldn't pull away, her hips moving on their own, grinding her aroused, soaked cunt on his strong, well-muscled body.
Percy wandered down her body, hovering over her chest for a moment and admiring the way her oversized, creamy tits looked, jiggling and bouncing with every breath that she took and sitting so firmly, perfectly on her chest- two soft gloves of heavenly fat that Percy would always love to bury his face in. Her t-shirt was stretched taut around her chest, and he fancied that if it had been a simple shirt, then the buttons would have gone flying with a simple, gentle tug.
Percy used his teeth to gently tug the end of her t-shirt upwards, slowly revealing her toned, slightly muscled stomach to his hungry gaze, her flawless ivory skin and slim waist, and her prominent hip bones that urged him to press his face against her stomach and just like there, enjoying her warmth.
Percy slowly lowered himself, his arms wrapping around her slim waist as he pulled her into a hug, his cheek pressing against the gentle warmth of her stomach in a surprisingly cute and affectionate gesture, leaving the daughter of Zeus torn between emotions, the raging lust inside her and the welling emotions that told her not to break this moment, to prolong it as long as she could.
And so she did, her hands playing with Percy's messy hair as he continued to rest his head on her toned stomach, listening to the sounds that her body made as they lay on the forest floor with nothing better to do than to accompany each other while they waited for the monsters to announce their arrival to get slaughtered.
Percy felt a smile tugging at his lips at the gentle moment that they shared, enjoying the way they rested in silence, enjoying each other's warmth, the way Thalia cradled his head and played with his hair.
The moment was broken by the call of duty.
A horribly loud crash rang through the air, which Percy realised was one of those horribly loud fireworks that Artemis used to signal others with, followed slowly by an ever-growing white noise, like a massive tsunami of abominations and monsters crashing through the otherwise silent forest, followed distantly by the loud shouts of the Hunters all herding the monsters expertly towards the clearing where the two waited in ambush.
The Dark god, realising that the time had come to carry out the duty assigned to them, separated himself from Thalia, grinning down at her in the most irritating way he could manage and finding untold amusement in the way she groaned at the interruption.
"Bad luck, Pinecone Face. Maybe later tonight." Percy stood up, freeing the daughter of Zeus from his grip and extending a hand to help her get back to her feet. Thalia obliged him, grabbing his offered hand and pulling herself up with a loud, tired groan at the ebbing feeling of bliss still licking at her core, her knees feeling slightly weak and her thighs trembling as she struggled to maintain balance for a moment, before regaining her bearings.
"I'm gonna fuck up these sons of bastards so bad even their mother wouldn't be able to recognise them." She let her irritation be known, very audible in her voice, as she rubbed her thighs together, trying to stave off the feeling of arousal that refused to go down, even as she summoned her trusty spear, crackling with electricity that sparked and arched, along with the silver Aegis.
"Welp, I think that's what we're supposed to do." Percy reached down to his waist, where Doomslayer materialized out of nowhere at his waistband, flicking the somewhat large woodcutter axe up artfully before catching it in his right hand, in a single, fluid movement, ready for battle.
And the monsters chose that moment to break through the treeline, truly marking the end of Percy and Thalia's nice time together alone.
It was a minor monster nest, where the sheer number was the only thing that might have posed even a little problem, and so Percy wasn't too surprised to see the large number of hellhounds that emerged from the treeline, speedy little demons that led the rampaging horde away from the Hunters, and towards the two immortals.
Talk about out from the oil, into the fire.
"And fuck you!" Even before the leading hellhounds had even recognised the two beings standing in front of them, Thalia's bubbling anger let itself be known with a loud war cry, followed by a bolt of lightning as thick as a river of blinding light, crackling dangerously and arching towards the monsters, immediately pulverising the entire front line with its immense power. The air was filled with a familiar smell of ozone and static electricity that made Percy's hair stand on end, a testament to the sheer power that she commanded, and he could do nothing but watch in muted awe as light overcame everything in his field of vision, leaving nothing but scorch marks on golden dust and the blackened stubs of trees that had stood proud and tall barely a moment before.
The next wave of monsters halted immediately in their tracks, coming to a skidding stop mere feet from the smoking, scorched earth where their comrades had been only a few moments before, but now all that lay was a thick lining of golden sand, not able to fully comprehend what had just transpired, and themselves flashbanged by the loud thunderbolt.
But that abrupt halt didn't stop the rampaging, slower and more powerful monsters right behind them, a tsunami of hooves and claws that washed over the second wave and crushed them beneath the feet of their fellow monsters, creating a cacophony of agonized screams of the helpless being trampled underfoot, the crunch of bones and the wet sounds of organs being mashed with black blood- a beautiful chorus for Percy's bloodlust.
"Ah, fuck. You're leading." Percy felt the completely unnecessary urge to point that out as he looked at the monsters nearing them. Their impromptu formation, a wall of horns, fangs and claws that they had been charging with had been broken promptly by the single attack, as some of them stumbled to the ground and formed living roadblocks for the ones behind them, and were caught in the half crushed, still alive remains of the others, weapons entangling and hooking onto friendly flesh that stank of acidic piss and everything foul under the sun.
"Welp, I guess now it's my turn." Percy reached back in a baseball pitcher's position, axe firmly in his hand and thrumming with power, before throwing Doomslayer with all the might that he could muster, shouting, "And fuck you from my side as well!
Doomslayer was a godly weapon, and the sheer might that he threw it with only added to its destructive capacity, a deadly arc of black, destructive energy and purple flames forming a halo as the axe zoomed to a target unknown to anybody.
Whack!
A sickening, squelching sound not much unlike the sound when an axe hit the trunk of a tree, yet so different.
His axe lodged itself firm and true right between the eyes of the largest hellhound of the lot, a demon that dwarfed even Mrs. O'Leary with fur as dark as Percy's hair. The gently curved blade of the axe cracked open the skull obscenely with a grotesque crack and into the brain, the sheer force of Percy's throw enough to force it through bone as thick as a solid prison wall and completely pulverized the animal's brain, turning it into little more than grey mush that oozed from the large cut.
He saw the hellhound's body go limp almost immediately, its strong paws that shook the ground with every step giving way underneath its weight as the hellhound fell forward, carried along by its own inertia to crush a few more monsters- much like Thalia's own attack had done.
But that wasn't enough, Percy really wanted Thalia to wear that collar, and thus it would be, the axe that glowed a malevolent, dark purple like a ticking time bomb promptly exploded with a loud blast, immediately vaporising everything in a thirty-metre radius and sending limbs and guts flying everywhere with a spray of black blood and wooden shrapnel, putting another little halt to the monsters' advance and bathing them in the intestines of their friends.
The explosion was pretty tame by Percy's- and, by extension, Leo's, standards, but he didn't try to overpower it, considering how close Thalia and the other Huntresses were to the blast, but the explosion, apart from killing the monsters, had a second purpose.
"Hunters, stand clear!" Percy gave a shout of warning as he withdrew his shotgun, fully loaded and ready to pulverize, and emptied both barrels into the smoke from the explosion, that had yet to clear. The fact that he had indeed hit and killed was made clear by the spray of golden dust that he felt against his face and the sound of his shot hitting flesh and changing against meagre armour- other than that, there was nothing, not even a dying cry, as the shotgun killed the monsters instantly, even before they had any opportunity to know that they were dead.
It was his moment to get a headstart on Thalia, because no matter how much stronger he was than her, Thalia was a Huntress and would always be so much better than him at killing monsters.
He reloaded the shotgun in record time, flipping it over to unlimited ammo mode as he charged into the smoke, emptying it rapidly in a random direction and continuing to shoot without abandon. The agonized shrieks of the dying monsters was music to his ears, as he physically felt them burst into golden dust, that clung to his hair and clothes, slightly gritty and irritating, but he ignored it.
"You fucking bitch, Jackson!" Thalia's enraged roar, accompanied by the sudden scent of ozone in the air, told him that it was time to dodge.
The dark clouds that had gathered overhead, responding to Thalia's desperate, impatient anger rumbled with thunder loud enough to rattle his bones, before a massive bolt of lightning rained down on the earth, arching and landing right where he was.
With a manly yelp that he hoped nobody would hear, Percy jumped out of the way, ducking and rolling to escape the lightning bolt's blast radius, but it was futile- Thalia had aimed the overpowered bolt too perfectly in her rage, and Percy, along with a couple dozen monsters was caught in the resulting explosion that completely vaporized the ground and the surrounding trees, and which sent him flying, crashing into a large pine tree with enough force to crack the thick trunk in half.
"Fuck!" Percy cursed as he felt pain shoot through his back, almost feeling his spine snap in half. His eyes watered in agony- though his body was invulnerable, the pain didn't lessen even a single bit, nevertheless, he bit his cheek and scrambled back to his feet as quickly as he could, determined to beat Thalia in their little game of tag, and promising himself that he would punish the little goth daughter of Zeus again and again until she learnt her manners.
He raised his hand in a silent summons, deciding it was time to get serious, and Doomslayer came flying to its Master, obeying his silent command.
Percy snatched it out of the thin air, his hand wrapping around the smooth wooden handle of his axe as he ran back into the fray, able to feel his axe thrumming with energy and bloodlust that echoed his own emotions, his anticipation of the slaughter that was to come.
"I'll take you all on!" He roared, chasing after the monsters fleeing from the two rampaging immortals. The monsters were weak, and their numbers were few, not a challenge that required Percy's full strength, but he would need it if he were to beat Thalia.
He reached out with his left arm to grab a hold of a fleeing hellhound's tail, ignoring the way Thalia was slaughtering monsters left and right with her spear as he tugged on it hard, making the truck-sized demon halt in its tracks with a single powerful pull. He swung Doomslayer in a deadly arc, not even bothering to look as the axe blade snapped the monster's neck in half, before he fell into the next monster with a boiling bloodlust.
His axe came down again and again, every single chop like him slicing through butter, his left arm not idle for even a single moment, always searching for his next victim.
He gave a little grunt as he deflected the desperate slash from an empousa- who looked as if she had seen death itself in his eyes, his axe giving barely a tap on her bronze dagger to deflect it as his left hand shot out immediately, grabbing her by the throat and pulling the demon towards him as if she weighed lighter than a feather.
He ignored the horrible screeching in his ears as he used her as a meat shield to block her friend's stab, ignoring the glistening bronze blade through her chest, dripping with black blood as he took the moment to kill a hellhound that had tried to sneak up on his right flank.
There was a sickening crunch as the axe cracked open the hellhound's cranium, splattering Percy with mashed brains and black ichor, and the empousa, still held in his left hand and barely hanging onto life, writhing in agony from the blade in her chest, chose the moment to die.
It was a bit convenient for the Dark god, save for the golden dust that now caked his clothes and skin, sticking to the black blood, it gave him an opening to kill the surprised and blinded demon cowering in the shadow of his meat shield. Maybe he would have noted the terror in her eyes, a familiar terror that he had seen so often in his own friends and realised that he had become the monster instead, but Percy was drunk on bloodlust and ignorant of the anguish of those branded his enemies- their fear only fuelled him further.
A quick downward swing with the axe, and a crack as if chopping wood, and the deed was done.
"Percy! The entire horde is here!" Artemis' shout gave him a little warning that soon enough, the numbers were about to swell a lot, but it only sent the adrenaline in his veins rushing. "Hunters, fire!"
"Let them come, I'll kill them all!" He gave a horrible, hacking laugh of utter glee and bloodlust at the slaughter, feeling the blood and gore cling to his body, completely ignorant of how tyrannical he was being to the monsters, and how terrible he looked, with his face practically painted with black blood and grey flecks of brain, a loop of intestine stuck to his jeans and his legs and t-shirt soaked with blood and caked with golden dust.
No, he was riding a high that refused to relent, the feeling of terrorizing the very monsters that had once hunted him, ignorant of the way their eyes looked, hollow and terrified as they looked up at his superior existence like a drug that he couldn't get enough of.
"Urrrrrraaaa!" He gave a loud battle cry as he chased towards the thick horde of monsters swarming Thalia, recognising her as the weaker of the two. Maybe he could just steal some of her rightful kills, like a sneaky little hyena.
The daughter of Zeus was shocking the monsters left and right with her bare hands, stunning the stronger ones and killing the weaker, her spear hampering her movements a bit, unsuitable for the close-quarters combat that she was engaged in. It was a dangerous gamble, sheathing her spear like that, but she figured that she didn't need it- which was technically true, Thalia was strong enough to kill them barehanded.
She backhanded a hellhound carelessly, her strength only slightly inferior to Percy's overwhelming might- and where Percy would have killed the hellhound instantly with the sheer force of his first, she used a little more finesse, graceful as befitting a lady like her.
Blue and white arcs of electricity sparked in her hands and her dark hair, reflecting the stormy, electric blue colour of her eyes, electrocuting the hellhound at her touch and sending it crashing backwards, where it burst into dust. She showed off her martial arts skills, something that she had acquired painstakingly, unlike Jackson's brutish force, weaving through the blows with a serpentine elegance, her palms and her elbows engaged in a fight synchronized with her feet, all crackling with electricity in fluid movements that Percy would never hope to imitate. And things were made even easier by the lightning that crackled against her skin, killing and stunning monsters with even the slightest graze- of their scales or weapons, meaning Thalia was essentially untouchable as she fought.
Percy chose that moment to intervene, deciding that he had admired the lieutenant of the Huntresses for long enough, tensing his shoulders as he prepared for a backslash, pulling his axe closer and crouching a bit for maximum strength.
"Gah!" A little grunt of strain escaped his lips as he slashed upwards with his axe, instantly vaporizing all the monsters that fell in his arm's reach, showering him in golden dust. Doomslayer's edge caught on the primitive leather armour of a dracenae who had had the presence of mind to dodge backwards at the last moment, and Percy used it to tug her towards him, his large left hand wrapping around her neck, his thumb on the demon's scaly jaw as he put a little pressure, snapping her neck with one hand like a chicken.
The demon's head lolled backward spinelessly, and Percy let her limp body drop to the bloody ground, where she burst into dust.
"Stay out of my way, Jackson!" Thalia growled at him as she saw him stealing her kills, her dark raven hair crackling with electricity and a competitive glare on her features, as she immediately turned towards the fleeing monsters, raising her spear from her back to bring down another massive thunderbolt.
Percy was faster, though, his axe leaving his hand like a baseball leaving a pitcher's, creating a small sonic boom with the sheer force of the throw as it zoomed towards the swarming monsters faster than any bolt of lightning.
His immortal axe cut through the first few monsters with sheer force alone, before it became firmly lodged in the sternum of an approaching Cyclops, cracking open its chest like a barrel, making it tumble backwards with the momentum of his throw and in agony, crushing a few monsters even before Percy decided to detonate another explosion.
The edge of the forest disappeared in smoke and a thick cloud of golden dust, marking the end of the monster nest, with the stragglers expertly picked off quickly and efficiently by the Hunters surrounding the clearing, camouflaged in the forest canopy and hiding behind the trunks of the pines.
Percy took the moment to catch a breather, noting that he was short of breath. His cardio had worsened even further, even though his strength hadn't lessened a bit, but against weaker monsters and in larger numbers, especially with Thalia's challenge looming over his head, it was difficult to move so quickly and left him slightly winded.
"I... win." He gasped for breath, panting heavily as he struggled to get out the words, making Thalia angrily stomp her feet childishly, splashing the black blood that lay thick on the muddy forest floor.
"You stole my fucking kills!" She roared angrily, her hair rising angrily with crackling electricity that made Percy grin at her even as he tensed in anticipation of another thunderbolt directed towards him. "You fucking cheater, Jackson! Come and fight me if you have the balls! I'll kick them so fucking hard even Asteria will have difficulty finding them in your fucking body, you bitch!"
"I'll spank you if you keep talking shit, Pinecone Face," Percy warned her calmly, his condescending tone and the slight smile on his lips frustrating her immensely and intensifying her glare He put his hands on his hips, recalling Doomslayer idly and letting it dangle from his right hand, noting how he was standing in a thick, ankle-deep layer of golden sand. He smelled disgusting, of sweat and musk mixed with the stink of blood and viscera, the acidic stench of piss that accompanied monster blood, but it was worth it.
Every single moment of the slaughter had been exhilarating, the adrenaline in his veins refused to go down, and the terror in their eyes as they cowered helplessly in front of the Dark god had given him a pleasure that he had never experienced, a pleasure that only tyrants and monsters received.
Thalia only gritted her teeth, and Percy continued to smile, still drunk on the slaughter and the bloodlust.
"What sort of collar do you want to wear for the rest of your life, Thalia?"
AN: This update was a bit late, so sorry for that, but in my defence, this chapter has both fluff and gore, and is almost 10K words long, so...
On another note, my grandmother fell severely ill again, so I had to repeatedly go to the hospital as well, besides juggling my job and trying not to ignore Lace either.
So, yeah, it has been a bit hectic, much more than it had been when I was still back in college, so the speed of the updates has definitely slowed down.
Anyway, keep calm and headbang!