The God of Carnage and Desire

by YIN-YANG OVERLORD

In this erotic fantasy story, Percy Jackson, the demigod son of Poseidon, discovers the Blade of Chaos, an ancient artifact that transforms him into a god of creation, destruction, war, and sex. With his newfound powers and physical enhancements, including an 18-inch cock and 8-foot height, Percy fucks through the world of Greek Gods.

The God of Carnage and Desire

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Summary:

In this erotic fantasy story, Percy Jackson, the demigod son of Poseidon, discovers the Blade of Chaos, an ancient artifact that transforms him into a god of creation, destruction, war, and sex. With his newfound powers and physical enhancements, including an 18-inch cock and 8-foot height, Percy fucks through the world of Greek Gods.

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Chapter 1: The Awakening

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Percy Jackson, the illustrious demigod son of Poseidon, bore an insatiable hunger that transcended the mortal realms of adventure and heroism. This yearning grew more profound with every heartbeat, whispering to him of a destiny that lay dormant within his very soul.

One fateful day, as he traversed the abyssal depths of the ocean, he chanced upon the Blade of Chaos, an artifact lost to time. The moment his fingers brushed its ancient hilt, the sword pulsed with an otherworldly aura that resonated with his very core. As he grasped it firmly, an explosion of power surged through his veins, and his body began to metamorphose.

His muscles swelled like the tides controlled by his divine father, each sinew straining against his skin, sculpting him into a creature of myth and legend. His eyes, once the color of a stormy sea, grew brighter, reflecting the power now coursing through him. His cock grew to an unprecedented length of 18 inches, a phallic symbol of his burgeoning godhood.

Above the water's surface, Annabeth Chase took notice of the disturbance. Her curiosity piqued, she dove into the crystalline embrace of the sea, her long blonde hair trailing behind her like a golden comet. Descending through the aquatic realm, she felt the echoes of power, drawing her closer to its source.

As she reached the seabed, her eyes fell upon the transformed Percy, standing proudly amidst the ruins of an ancient ship. His newfound grandeur was breathtaking - every muscle defined as if by the chisel of a master sculptor. Her gaze lingered upon his manhood, now a colossal beacon of divine might.

Their eyes locked, and an unspoken bond formed between them, bridging the gap of the watery expanse. Annabeth felt the irresistible pull of fate, her heart fluttering like a trapped butterfly in her chest.

Breaking the surface with a splash, she gasped for air, her voice a barely audible whisper, "I... I have always wanted you... I've always needed you."

Percy's gaze was fierce yet gentle, his newfound power mingling with a love that had grown over the years. He reached out, pulling her to him, and their lips met in a kiss that seemed to freeze time itself.

With the kiss lingering in the salty air, Percy led Annabeth to the water's edge, the jagged rocks a stark contrast to the softness of their skin. He tore away the fabric that separated them, revealing the perfection of her body to his hungry eyes. The wind danced with her hair, wrapping it around them like a fiery halo.

Her eyes never leaving his, Annabeth knelt before him, her hand tentatively reaching out to touch his monstrous erection. She marveled at the warmth and weight of it, feeling the power within him resonate through her very being.

With a gentle nod of encouragement, Percy guided her closer. Her mouth opened wide, welcoming his divine essence. He pushed into her, filling her completely, and she felt a transformation begin within her own body. Her throat stretched around him, accommodating his size with surprising ease.

Their kiss grew more intense as she swallowed his cum, a warm, salty river that seemed to contain the very essence of life itself. The act filled her with a power she had never known, her mortal form shifting and changing, becoming something more.

Above them, the heavens took notice, and the light of the setting sun bathed them in an ethereal glow. Annabeth felt her body respond, her skin tingling with the beginnings of her own transformation.

Percy's tender touches grew more fervent, his kisses more possessive. He positioned her on the rocky perch, her legs spread in an offering to the sea gods. His mouth traced a fiery path down her body, each kiss and nibble leaving a trail of divine fire in its wake.

Their union was no longer just that of two lovers; it was a sacred rite, an alliance of gods that would resonate through the fabric of existence.
With the divine essence of the Blade of Chaos now a part of her, Annabeth's transformation was undeniable. Her eyes grew brighter, her skin took on a heavenly glow, and her very soul felt as though it had expanded to encompass the vastness of the sea. She was no longer just Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena; she had become a goddess in her own right.

Percy's tender ministrations grew more urgent as he kissed and licked every inch of her divine flesh. His hands roamed her body, molding her curves as if he were Pygmalion bringing his statue to life.

He moved downward, his mouth finding her erect nipples. Annabeth moaned as he suckled, her back arching off the cold rock beneath her. The pleasure was exquisite, a symphony of sensation that resonated deep within her newfound divinity.

Their passion grew with every passing second, each touch and caress speaking of an eternity of love and desire. Percy's teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, eliciting a gasp from her now-goddess lips, and she felt a warmth spread through her body, her breasts swelling with power.

Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes dark with need. He stood before her, his cock still rock-hard and glistening with her saliva. With a silent command, he turned her around, positioning himself behind her. Annabeth felt the tip of his member against her sex, and she quivered with anticipation.

With a gentle push, he entered her, the sensation of his thickness stretching her to the brink of pain and pleasure. She cried out, her voice echoing across the water, as he filled her completely. The world around them grew hazy, the only reality their joined bodies and the pounding of their hearts.

Percy's strokes grew deeper, more demanding, and Annabeth met him with equal fervor. Her body, now suffused with power, was more responsive than ever, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her.

Their union was a dance of the gods, a performance that would be sung of in myths and legends for millennia. The sea itself seemed to respond, the waves growing stronger, the fish and sea creatures watching in awe.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a riot of color, Annabeth felt her climax building. Her body was a volcano about to erupt, molten lava of pleasure pooling in her belly. Percy's own need grew, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his breath hot against her neck.

With a roar that seemed to shake the heavens, he released his seed within her, the force of it making her convulse around him. The world around them trembled, and for a brief moment, it was as if they had become the very embodiment of creation and destruction.

Their bodies remained entwined as they rode the crest of their shared climax. Annabeth felt the power of the ocean surge through her, a gift from her lover and newfound godhood. The transformation was complete, and she knew that she would never be the same.

Together, they watched the light of the sun give way to the velvet embrace of night, their bodies glowing with the aftermath of their love. Percy pulled her closer, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, his words a gentle lullaby to her now-divine heart.

Their love had transcended the mortal plane, becoming a beacon of hope and strength in a world fraught with danger and uncertainty. As one, they would face the trials ahead, their bond unbreakable, their love a bastion against the chaos of fate.

The night grew colder, but in the warmth of their embrace, they felt invincible. The stars above twinkled with knowing smiles, and the sea whispered its secrets to them, welcoming its newest deities to the pantheon.

Their love was a force of nature, a tempest that could not be contained. As they lay on the rocky shore, the echoes of their passion still resonating through the air, they knew that they had become something greater, something eternal.
The aftermath of their divine union was a tableau of beauty and power, their bodies glowing softly in the moonlit night. Annabeth, now a goddess in her own right, felt the weight of her newfound divinity settle upon her, a crown of stars adorning her head.

Percy, his power now a dark and dominant force, held her close, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The sea itself seemed to cower before him, acknowledging the new, brutal god that had emerged from the depths.

With a sudden, primal force, he spun her around, his gaze never leaving hers. He positioned himself behind her, the tip of his still-engorged cock pressing against the tight ring of her anus. Annabeth felt a mix of fear and excitement, knowing that she could not refuse him now.

With one swift motion, Percy claimed her fully, his massive length invading her most sacred place without mercy. Annabeth's screams of pain and pleasure echoed through the night, the sound a declaration of his dominance.

Their love had become a violent storm, a display of power that could not be contained. Annabeth's body trembled as he thrust into her, each stroke a declaration of his ownership.

The world around them grew darker, the stars retreating before the shadow of their love. Yet, within the abyss, Annabeth found a strange comfort, a thrill that she had never known.

As the night progressed, their passion grew more intense, more primal. Percy's strokes grew harder, his grip on her hips tightening until she knew she would bear the bruises of their love for days to come.

Annabeth felt the call of the new day, the promise of the pain and pleasure that lay ahead. Percy's eyes burned into her soul, his dominance unyielding as he continued to take her in the most intimate and forbidden way.

Their journey would not be easy, for the path of the gods was now paved with darkness and lust. Yet, she knew she had no choice but to follow, bound to him by the very essence of her being.

Their love had transformed into a weapon, a tool to conquer and claim all before them. The prophecies and destinies that had once bound them were now shackles that had been broken by the force of their union.

As the first light of dawn began to break the horizon, Percy pulled out of her, leaving her feeling both empty and filled with a strange sense of loss. He offered her a hand, there was gentleness in his touch as well as the demand of a conqueror.

Together, they stepped into the sea, the water now parting in fear of the dark god and his newfound consort. Annabeth felt the both the coldness and warmth of his power surge through her, a stark contrast to the pure warmth she had once known.

Their laughter was now a chilling echo, a warning to all who dared to challenge them. They were no longer just gods - they were a force of nature, a destructive and all-consuming entity.

The end of Chapter One had arrived, but the story of Percy and Annabeth had taken a darker turn. As they stood on the shores of Olympus, the other gods and goddesses watched in horror and fascination, knowing that the tides of destiny had shifted in a way none could have foreseen.

Their journey would take them to the very depths of depravity and power, but together, they would revel in the chaos they wrought. For in the grand tapestry of myth, their love was now a stain of darkness, a testament to the price of immortality and the hunger for more.

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Chapter 2: Mother I'd Like to Fuck

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Percy and Annabeth return from Olympus to visit Sally. Little did she know that their intentions were less than pure.

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The day after their transformation into gods, Percy Jackson found himself standing before the humble abode of his mother, Sally. His eyes gleamed with a hunger that was no longer human, his body suffused with the power of the sea and the might of Olympus.

Sally, oblivious to the fate that awaited her, went about her day, her thoughts as mortal as ever. The sweet scent of baking cookies filled the kitchen, a warm and comforting embrace that she had always found solace in.

As she pulled a freshly baked tray from the oven, she felt the air shift, a sudden pressure that made her drop the oven mitt. She spun around, her eyes widening in terror as she saw the figure that had once been her son.

"Percy?" she whispered, her voice trembling. But the being before her was no longer the boy who had fought monsters and won battles. He was something more.

With a predatory grace that belied his divine heritage, he stalked closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're mine," he breathed, the words a dark promise that sent a shiver down her spine.

The room grew dark around the edges, the shadows lengthening as he reached out to touch her. His hand clamped over her mouth, muffling any sound she might make. The world faded to black as she was swept away in the embrace of the unknown.
Sally woke up with a start, the darkness around her absolute except for the flickering candles that painted the room in a soft, eerie light. She found herself bound to an enormous bed, her wrists and ankles tied to the four posts with silken ropes that dug into her skin.

Panic set in as she heard footsteps approaching. The door to the chamber creaked open, and in stepped Percy, now a terrifying embodiment of divine lust. His eyes were like pools of black ink, consuming her with their intensity.

Without preamble, he ripped the gag from her mouth and pushed her head back against the pillow. "You're mine," he growled, and she felt his teeth sink into her neck. The pain was immediate and shocking, the sensation of his teeth piercing her flesh making her cry out.

He lapped at her blood, the warmth of his tongue sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the power coursing through her veins, a dark and intoxicating elixir that made her body respond against her will.

Then, he claimed her throat, his monstrous cock sliding into her mouth without mercy. Sally choked and gagged, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe around his girth.

Her jaw ached from the effort, her throat tightening around him. Yet, she could feel herself growing wet, her body betraying her in the most primal of ways.

Percy took his time, fucking her mouth with brutal force until she could take no more. Only then did he pull away, his shaft glistening with her saliva. He moved down her body, his eyes never leaving hers.

With a cruel smile, he parted her legs and sank into her pussy. The pain was unbearable, a scream torn from her as he filled her completely. Sally's eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching off the bed.

He pounded into her, his movements merciless and unyielding. Each thrust brought with it a new wave of agony, her body stretched to its limits. But amidst the pain, there was a dark allure, a promise of something she had never experienced before.

As she neared the edge of consciousness, he pulled out and repositioned himself. The cold air of the room hit her exposed anus, a stark contrast to the heat of his body.

Without warning, he plunged into her ass, the intrusion sending her spiraling into a world of pain and pleasure. She screamed into the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut, as he took her with the same ferocity.

Her body felt as though it was being torn apart, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. Yet, she could not deny the dark arousal that was building within her, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her.

Just when she thought she could take no more, he pulled away, leaving her feeling empty and used. The room grew quiet, save for their ragged breaths.

The door to the chamber opened once again, and Annabeth stepped through, her eyes alight with a hunger that mirrored Percy's own. The sight of her son's divine essence coating Sally's bruised and trembling form brought a smile to her lips.

The part ends with Annabeth's chilling arrival, the promise of further degradation and pleasure etched in the air.
The room was thick with the scent of sex and power, the air charged with the essence of the gods. Percy turned to Annabeth, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that had not yet been sated.

With a feral growl, he grabbed her, pulling her onto the bed. Annabeth's eyes widened with shock and arousal as he claimed her, his cock sliding into her pussy without hesitation. Her screams melded with Sally's, a symphony of agony and ecstasy that seemed to resonate through the very walls of the chamber.

He fucked Annabeth with the same brutal force he had used on Sally, his hands squeezing her breasts, his teeth nipping at her neck. She moaned, her body responding to his dominance, her own power swelling within her.

With a final, savage thrust, he emptied himself into her, filling her with his divine seed. He pulled out, and without missing a beat, he claimed her ass, his cock slick with their combined juices.

Annabeth's eyes rolled back in her head as he pushed into her, the sensation overwhelming. Sally watched, her mouth hanging open in horror and fascination, as the two gods writhed together in a display of carnality that she had never before imagined.

As he withdrew from Annabeth, she felt the warmth of his cum trickling down her thighs. Annabeth turned to her, a wicked smile playing upon her lips. "Now, it's your turn," she purred, her voice thick with desire.

Forcing Sally's face down, she spread her cheeks and pushed her tongue into her ass, tasting the mixture of their essences. Sally gagged, the sensation foreign and degrading.

Yet, even as she felt the humiliation of it all, she could not ignore the dark thrill that pulsed within her. Annabeth's tongue was insistent, demanding her submission.

As Sally's tongue danced in the goddess' ass, Annabeth bent down to return the favor, her mouth enveloping Sally's clit. The pleasure was intense, a stark contrast to the pain she had endured.

Percy, now watching with a twisted sense of satisfaction, positioned himself behind Sally. He slammed into her, his cock now a weapon of divine lust. Her body jerked, her ass stretched around him as he claimed her once more.

The world around them grew hazy as Sally felt something strange happening within her. The pain and pleasure melded into something else, something powerful and ancient.

Her mouth filled with the musky flavor of their union, she drank it down, feeling her own transformation begin. The room spun, the candles' light growing brighter.

As Percy's seed spilled into her, Annabeth's mouth moved to her pussy, drinking him in, mingling their essences. And as Sally swallowed the last of it, she felt a surge of power, a force that seemed to tear her apart and rebuild her anew.

Her body convulsed, a scream of pleasure and pain ripping from her throat. The ropes fell away, her body now a vessel of divine power. She looked up at them, her eyes gleaming with the same dark light that filled the room.

The transformation was complete. Sally was no longer a mortal - she was a goddess, bound to them in a way she could never have imagined.

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Chapter 3: Giving Hera Hell

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Percy receives summons from Olympus to reward the demigods for their bravery. It was in this city of gods that he met an old enemy. Hera is definitely in for a shock.

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Percy and Sally lounged on the plush couch, their bodies still humming from the intensity of their earlier escapades. The FLASHBACK played out in Sally's mind, a smug smile curving her lips as she remembered the awe in the sea monsters' eyes as they knelt before her transformed son.

The Bermuda Triangle had become his playground, a floating island utopia with a 100-floor mansion at its heart. Forty buildings sprawled around it, each one a marvel of modern luxury and ancient power.

"Remember when you first saw the place?" Percy said, his voice filled with pride.

Sally nodded, her eyes distant. "It was breathtaking," she murmured.

Their moment of reverie was cut short by the sudden appearance of the glowing orb. Percy took the parchment that unfolded from its core, his eyes scanning the words.

"Olympus," he said, his voice flat. "They want me to attend a council meeting."

Sally's eyes lit up with excitement. "You should go," she said, her voice eager. "I'll stay here and keep an eye on things."

With a nod, Percy disappeared, leaving the orb to fade away.

Hours later, he found himself in the cloud-kissed realm of the gods, the grandeur of Olympus stretching out before him. The air was electric with power, and he could feel the eyes of the gods on him as he made his way through the bustling streets.

He approached Hera's palace, his curiosity piqued by the faint sound of water. His footsteps grew louder, his divine presence announcing his arrival.

The guards stepped aside, bowing as he passed.
Percy's stride was lazy as he wandered the ethereal streets of Olympus, the whispers of his power preceding him. He exchanged pleasantries with the gods and goddesses that crossed his path, his eyes never leaving the looming silhouette of the throne room.

On his way, he passes by Hera's palace as a wicked plan forms in his head. As he reached her unguarded doors, his steps grew lighter, his grin darkening. The sound of running water grew clearer, and he knew she was there, vulnerable.

He paused at the entrance to the bathing chamber, the wood warm to the touch. The delicate patter of droplets and the soft sigh of steam beckoned him.
Percy's hand tightened around the doorknob, his knuckles turning white. With a sudden, violent twist, he flung the door open and stormed into the bathing chamber.

Percy's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of Hera, her once regal form now trembling and vulnerable before him. He stepped into the shower, the water cascading over his muscular frame as he approached her.

With a snarl, he grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around until she faced the wall. Her eyes were wide with fear and anger as he positioned himself, the tip of his divine cock pressing against her pussy.

He slammed into her with a roar, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the chamber. His thrusts were punishing, his cock stretching her to her limits. She screamed, her nails leaving gouges in the marble as she fought against the onslaught.

He took her like an animal, his movements wild and unbridled. Each time he reached the hilt, he could feel her quiver, her walls tightening around him. The pleasure and pain mixed until she was no longer sure which she felt more.

He watched in fascination as she grew wetter, her insults turning into whimpers. Her divine power pulsed around them, a fiery aura that only served to fuel his desire. He knew he had her, that she was his to do with as he wished.

With a sadistic grin, he pulled out and turned her around, his cock still hard and slick with her juices. He lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist.

"You're mine," he whispered, his teeth grazing her ear. He brought the head of his cock to her tight pink asshole, her eyes going wide with realization.

He pushed in, her body resisting at first before giving way. Her screams grew louder as he claimed her most sacred part, her nails digging into his shoulders.

The pain was exquisite, a dance of agony and pleasure that she had never experienced before. Her body writhed in his arms, her eyes rolling back in her head as he fucked her mercilessly.

He could feel her power swelling, her body adapting to his divine seed. His strokes grew faster, harder, until he could hold back no longer. With a roar that shook the very foundations of Olympus, he released himself into her bowels.

With a fierce growl of pleasure, Percy gripped Hera's hair in his fist, forcing her to take his entire length into her mouth. She choked and gagged around him, her eyes watering as she struggled to accommodate his divine size.

Her nails scraped at his shoulders, leaving trails of red that stood out starkly against his golden skin. But he was merciless, his thrusts growing more demanding as he watched the fear and pain in her eyes.

He knew she could not refuse him now, not with his power surging through her, not with the essence of his godhood filling her. Her throat was tight, constricting around his cock as he fucked her mouth, claiming her completely.

The sound of her gagging and choking only served to drive him wilder, his hips bucking as he pushed into her. He could feel her fighting against him, her body trying to reject his intrusion, but he was too powerful.

His cock hit the back of her throat again and again, the wet sounds of his thrusts echoing through the chamber. Her eyes grew wide, her face turning a deep shade of red as she gasped for breath. Yet she did not pull away, her own power melding with his, her body adapting to his will.

The moment he felt his climax approaching, he increased his pace. Then, with a brutal force, he slammed back into her, her throat taking him all the way to the base.

Percy's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the power of his climax, his essence filling her completely. The deepthroating had been an act of dominance, a way to assert his control over the once-proud goddess.

As the last of his seed spilled into her, she swallowed, her throat tightening around his shaft. Her eyes snapped open, and she saw the triumph in his gaze. She knew she had been claimed, irrevocably bound to him.

With trembling lips, she whispered the oath of fealty, her voice hoarse from screams. Percy grinned, his eyes gleaming with victory. He set her down, and she slumped against the wall, panting heavily.

"Now go," he ordered, his voice still filled with the power of a god. "Teleport to the throne room. I will arrive shortly to keep up appearances."

With one last look at him, Hera nodded and vanished in a flash of light. Percy took a moment to compose himself before stepping out of the shower, his skin glistening with water and sweat.

The air grew cold as he walked through the halls of Olympus, the weight of his actions and the power that now flowed through him heavy upon his shoulders. He knew that he had changed Hera forever, turning her from a proud goddess into a creature of his own making.

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Chapter 4: The Olympian Council Commences

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The Olympian throne room was a symphony of grandeur, its marble floors echoing with the whispers of ancient power. At its apex, the thrones of the sixteen gods and goddesses loomed, each one a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship that mirrored their dominion.

Zeus, the king, was a colossus of power. His eyes were the storm clouds before a tempest, and his beard, the wild mane of a lion, spoke of his unbridled strength. His muscular form was a sculpture of might, a silent declaration of his sovereignty.

Hera, his queen, was a vision of fiery passion. Her eyes, as sharp as the thorns of her sacred rose, surveyed the room with a blend of pride and possessiveness. Her beauty was as commanding as the heavens she oversaw.

Poseidon's presence was as vast as the oceans he ruled, his eyes a piercing blue that seemed to hold the secrets of the deep. His beard flowed like the waves of the sea, a reminder of his unyielding temperament.

Demeter, the giver of life and harvest, was a picture of mournful beauty. Her eyes, though filled with warmth, held the shadow of her lost daughter's grief, yet she remained a beacon of hope in the eternal cycle of life and death.

Hades, the lord of the underworld, was a figure of smoldering darkness. His eyes gleamed like embers, hinting at the fires that burned in the hearts of the damned, yet there was a surprising allure in his gaze, a promise of eternal rest.

Hestia, the keeper of the hearth, was a vision of gentle warmth. Her eyes, the soft glow of a hearth's fire, offered sanctuary and comfort to those who sought refuge.

Hephaestus, the god of the forge, was a master of fire and metal. His eyes smoldered like hot coals, a stark contrast to his scarred and burly frame. His gaze was one of quiet strength and endurance.

Aphrodite, the goddess of love, was a symphony of beauty. Her eyes sparkled with the allure of a thousand love potions, promising passion and desire to any who gazed upon her.

Athena, the goddess of wisdom, had eyes as sharp as the spear she wielded. Her stare could cut through the densest fog of ignorance, a beacon of clarity in the grand scheme of the cosmos.

Hermes, the swift messenger, was a whirlwind of motion, his eyes flicking from one end of the room to the other, ever vigilant.

Ares, the god of war, had eyes that burned with the lust for battle, his muscular form ready to pounce at the slightest provocation.

Athena's brother, Ares, sat in his throne, his eyes gleaming with the hunger for combat, the clank of his armor a constant reminder of his love for war.

Hera's sister, Hestia, offered a calm, knowing smile, her eyes reflecting the gentle warmth of a hearth fire.

Artemis, the virgin huntress, had eyes as cold and unyielding as the moon's light, a silent judge of the transformed couple.

Her twin brother, Apollo, strummed an invisible lyre, his eyes holding the promise of prophecy and music, the light playing across his features.

Dionysus, the god of wine and revelry, had a wild look in his eyes, a hint of the madness that danced in his soul. His throne was an eruption of vines and grapes, a silent invitation to indulgence.

The goddesses of fate, the Moirai, sat huddled together, their eyes weaving the threads of destiny, a silent testament to the inevitability of change.

The room grew still as Zeus stood, a thunderclap echoing through the chamber. His beard rumbled with power as he raised his lightning bolt high. "Let the Olympian Council commence," he boomed, the lightning dancing around the weapon with an electric crackle.

The Olympian Council was in full swing, the gods and goddesses bestowing gifts upon the heroes who had fought in the past wars. The air was thick with the scent of ambrosia and divine power.

Poseidon rose from his throne, his eyes the color of the deepest ocean as he called forth his son, Percy. "Percy," he said, his voice a gentle wave. "Your valor has not gone unnoticed."

With a gesture, he granted Percy the Trident of the Deep, its three prongs gleaming with the promise of power.

Annabeth stepped forward, her eyes burning with the wisdom of Athena. "For your cunning and bravery," Athena said, her voice cool. "I grant you the Aegis of Divine Cunning."

Nico di Angelo received the Scepter of Shadows from Hades, a symbol of his mastery over the unseen.

Jason Grace was awarded the Armor of the Sky by Jupiter, granting him swiftness and agility beyond measure.

Piper McLean was given the Whispers of the Muses by her mother, Aphrodite, enhancing her power of persuasion.

Frank Zhang, son of Mars, was granted the Spear of Flaming Sovereignty, a weapon that mirrored his fiery spirit.

Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto, was presented with the Helm of Plutus, which whispered secrets of wealth and power.

Leo Valdez, the child of Hephaestus, was bestowed with the Gauntlet of the Forge, a tool of creation and destruction.

Each godly parent took pride in their offspring, their eyes shining with love and admiration.

But when Zeus looked upon Percy and Annabeth, his expression was one of anger and betrayal.

"Traitor!" he roared, the thunder in his voice shaking the very foundation of the chamber. "You have consorted with dark forces and brought dishonor to Olympus!"

Poseidon's eyes grew stormy, his voice a rumble of disappointment. "You have brought shame upon the House of Poseidon. I hereby disown you as my son," he said, the words striking like a tidal wave through Percy's heart.

The room was a maelstrom of shock and fury as Zeus raised his lightning bolt, pointing it directly at the transformed couple. "You shall be banished to Tartarus for your treachery!"

The air crackled with energy, the fate of Percy and Annabeth hanging in the balance as Zeus's wrath boiled over.

The chamber of the Olympian Council grew still as the gravity of Zeus's accusation settled like a dark cloud. The air grew thick with the scent of brine and ozone as Percy's fury rose to meet the challenge.

The Council of Olympus watched with a mix of awe and dread as Percy, now a god of creation, destruction, war, and sex, stepped forth to face the gods who had cast him out.

With a snarl, he summoned the Riptide sword and the Blade of Chaos, their combined power a dark reflection of the divine spark that had once been granted to him.

Zeus, his eyes full of rage, raised his lightning bolt, the air crackling with anticipation. Poseidon, his expression cold and indifferent, summoned a tidal wave that surged through the chamber.

Ares, ever eager for battle, grinned maliciously, his sword gleaming with the promise of bloodshed. "You dare to challenge the gods?" he sneered.

Hercules, caught in the crossfire, was thrown aside by an errant blast of power, his body slamming into the marble with a sickening crunch. He lay there, stunned but not yet defeated.

Percy's response was swift and brutal. He met Zeus's lightning with the power of the sea, the blades in his hands weaving a dance of destruction that sent the bolts back at their caster.

The room was a maelstrom of chaos, the very air thick with the scent of burnt ozone and brine. The clang of steel against steel filled the chamber, a cacophony that seemed to shake the very foundations of Olympus.

Poseidon's tidal wave crashed against the shield of divine wisdom that Annabeth had conjured, the two forces canceling each other out. But she remained untouched, watching her lover with a mix of fear and admiration.

As the battle raged, Ares and Hercules joined the fray, their weapons flashing in the flickering light of the divine power that filled the room. Yet, it was Percy who held the attention of all present, his every move a testament to his newfound divinity.

He spun and dodged, his blades a blur as he faced off against all four gods. Each blow was met with a counter, each spell deflected with the precision of a master swordsman.

The fight grew more intense, the gods' power threatening to tear the chamber apart. Yet, Percy remained unfazed, his eyes never leaving Zeus's, the source of all his anger.

With a roar that shook the heavens, he charged, the Riptide sword and the Blade of Chaos cutting through the air like a twin-edged storm. Zeus's lightning bolts rained down, but Percy was a force of nature unto himself, unstoppable and unyielding.

The battle continued, the gods' pride and anger fueling their desperate attempts to bring the rebel to heel. Yet, with every swing of his swords, Percy's power grew, his dominance over the room becoming palpable.

The air grew thick with the electricity of Zeus's lightning and the brine of Poseidon's wrath, but Percy remained steadfast, his eyes locked onto the king of the gods. His blades, an extension of his will, sang a song of defiance with every strike.

Hercules and Ares fought with the ferocity of warriors who knew they were outmatched, their blows glancing off the demigod's divine shields. Yet, Percy did not falter.

With a swiftness that belied his mortal roots, he disarmed Hercules, sending the hero's sword clattering across the floor. "You should have stayed out of this," he growled.

Hercules glared at him, his pride bruised but not broken. "You dare to stand against the gods?" he snarled.

"I dare to stand for justice," Percy countered, his voice like the roar of the sea.

Ares, driven by spite and the need to prove himself, threw everything he had at Percy. Yet, the demigod god met each attack with the cold precision of the Blade of Chaos, slicing through the god of war's defenses.

Poseidon watched his son with a mix of pride and detachment. He had never truly understood him, had never seen the potential that lay within. Now, as he witnessed his son's power, he knew that he had underestimated him.

The fight grew more intense, the clash of divine forces echoing through the halls of Olympus. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was a strange beauty, a ballet of power and rage that seemed almost choreographed.

Annabeth watched from the sidelines, her heart in her throat. She knew she could not interfere, not with the fate of the gods in the balance. But she also knew that she was the reason for this battle, the spark that had lit the fire of rebellion within Percy.

Finally, it was Zeus's turn to falter. A blow from the Riptide sword sent him reeling, the power of his own lightning bolts turning against him. Percy stood over the fallen god, his chest heaving with the exertion of battle.

"You have lost," he declared, his voice like the toll of a funeral bell. "And with you, the old order falls."

The room grew still, the gods and goddesses watching in horror and fascination as the new gods claimed their place. Percy offered Poseidon one last chance to stand down, but the sea god's eyes were hard, his decision made.

With a flick of his wrist, the Blade of Chaos sliced through the air, shattering Poseidon's trident. The god of the sea stumbled back, his power waning.

"We are the future," Percy said, his voice a promise of change. "Bow before us, or be swept away."

The once mighty Olympians fell to their knees, their power broken before the new deities. The chapter closed with the sound of their defeat, the echoes of a new era beginning to resonate through the halls of Olympus.

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Chapter 5: I Punish My Disgraced Father Even More

Summary:

Percy decides defeating Poseidon and crushing his pride wasn't enough, so he decides to go after his wife.

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Percy lounged on the plush couch in their divine chamber, the soft fabric caressing his battle-worn body like a lover's embrace. The aftermath of the battle still lingered in the air, the scent of burnt ozone and the faint echo of clashing swords a constant reminder of their victory.

Annabeth sat beside him, her own wounds healed, her gaze thoughtful as she contemplated their next move. "Poseidon may be defeated," she murmured, her eyes narrowed with calculation, "but his pride is not yet broken."

Percy's eyes lit up with malicious intent at the mention of the sea god's downfall. "There's one way to ensure his defeat is complete," he mused, stroking his chin with the tip of the Riptide sword.

"His wife," Annabeth said, her voice dripping with spite. "Amphitrite, the queen of the seas. If we can claim her, we can shatter what's left of his pride."

The image of the goddess filled Percy's mind: her thick, curving figure, her honeyed skin kissed by the sun, her emerald eyes that could rival the depths of the ocean. His grin grew wicked. "Ah, yes," he purred. "The perfect target for my next conquest."

With a nod, they formed a plan. Percy would teleport to the heart of the sea god's palace, to Amphitrite's chamber, and claim her for their own. The thought of the power this would give them was intoxicating.

Annabeth watched as Percy closed his eyes, his body glowing with the power of his transformation. The room grew cold, and then, with a pop, he was gone.

The opulent chamber grew eerily still as Amphitrite felt the sudden presence of an intruder. Her eyes snapped open to find Percy standing before her, his smirk as cold as the depths of Tartarus.

With a cruel twist of his wrist, he summoned the water to bind her, the currents wrapping around her like a vice. She struggled, her muscles straining against the invisible bonds.

His eyes raked over her body, his gaze a physical violation. "You're going to love this," he sneered, his voice a dark promise of pain.

He slammed his mouth onto hers, his teeth biting down hard enough to draw blood. She choked on his tongue, the metallic taste of her own fear mingling with the salty taste of his lust.

His hands moved to her breasts, his grip like iron, squeezing and twisting until she thought she would pass out. He laughed at her muffled screams, the sound echoing through the chamber like the cries of the damned.

With a brutal yank, he tore her legs apart, the water parting around them. She felt the cold tip of the Riptide sword at her entrance, a reminder of the fate that awaited her.

He thrust into her without warning, her body convulsing around him as she was forced to accept his monstrous size. The pain was unbearable, a scream bubbling up from her throat.

He didn't relent, his hips pistoning into her with a ferocity that spoke of his newfound power. The water in the chamber churned, the room vibrating with the force of his brutal claiming.

Her cries grew louder, her body a canvas for his sadistic pleasure. He bit down on her neck, drawing a crimson line that trailed down to her breasts, his teeth sinking into her tender flesh.

The sound of wet flesh slapping filled the room as he ravished her, his hand moving to her throat, squeezing until she could barely breathe. "You're going to take all of me," he hissed.

Her eyes widened with terror as she felt his cock pulse within her, his orgasm building. She knew what was coming next, the ultimate humiliation, and she begged for mercy.

But Percy was unyielding. He pulled out and flipped her over, the water holding her in place as he positioned himself behind her.

The tip of his cock breached her tight ass, and she screamed, the sound a desperate plea for escape. But it was too late. He thrust into her, the pain tearing through her like a storm.

Her body jerked and writhed, her cries of agony echoing off the walls of the chamber. She could feel herself tearing, the water around her staining red with her blood.

He fucked her mercilessly, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he marked her as his own. And with each thrust, she felt a piece of herself break away, her godhood slipping through her fingers like sand.

With a snarl of triumph, he pulled out of her torn asshole, her blood mingling with his cum in the water around them. She collapsed, her legs giving out, but the bonds held her upright, forcing her to take his abuse.

"You're going to beg for more," he whispered, his breath hot and foul against her skin.

He took a step back, his cock still hard despite the depravity he had just inflicted. With a sadistic grin, he sliced through the water with the Blade of Chaos, creating a whip-like tendril that cracked against her skin.

The pain was exquisite, a symphony of agony that brought fresh tears to her eyes. "P-please," she gasped.

But Percy was far from finished. He stepped closer, his cock sliding into her ravaged pussy, the water around her acting as a sickening lubricant.

He fucked her with a ferocity that defied the laws of nature, her cries of pain music to his ears. Her once proud form was now a twisted mess, her beauty marred by his brutality.

The room echoed with the sound of his hips smacking against her flesh, each thrust a declaration of his dominance. He reached around, his hand closing around her throat, cutting off her air supply.

Her eyes bulged, her body desperately trying to fight the lack of oxygen. He held her there, watching the life drain from her, until she was on the brink of unconsciousness. Only then did he release her, letting her gulp in a mouthful of water.

"Beg for it," he snarled.

Through her gasps and sobs, she managed to whisper, "More..."

Her voice was a broken echo of the goddess she had once been, and it only fueled his desire to degrade her further. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face back, his cock sliding back into her ass without hesitation.

The water around them turned crimson as he fucked her, his movements erratic and violent. She could feel herself tearing apart, her soul shattering with each brutal thrust.

The scene grew darker as he reached his climax, his seed spilling into her battered ass. He held her there, his cock buried deep, as he came, his roar of triumph echoing through the chamber.

Amphitrite's body was trembling, the pain of his brutal assault still resonating within her. Percy stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that was no longer satiated by mere power.

"You will serve me," he said, his voice a thunderclap that shook her to her core. "And you will do so willingly."

With a flick of his wrist, the water retreated from her throat, leaving her gagging for air. He took the opportunity to push his cock back into her mouth, forcing her to deepthroat him once more.

The taste of her own blood mingled with his cum, a bitter reminder of her defeat. She choked and gagged, her eyes watering as he used her mouth like a toy.

He held her head in place, his hips bucking as he fucked her throat, his eyes never leaving hers. She could see the malice in his gaze, the thrill of dominance.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she struggled not to pass out, the pressure building until she thought her throat would rupture. But still, she took it, her body a testament to his power.

With a final, brutal thrust, he came, his cum filling her mouth and throat. She swallowed, her body involuntarily obeying his command.

The chapter ended with her muffled sobs, the sound of his victory, as the water grew still once more, stained with the remnants of her pride.

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Chapter 6: Why Not go After My Half-Sisters As Well?

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The door to the chamber burst open with the fury of Poseidon's wrath, revealing a tableau of horror that would be etched into the memories of those who bore witness.

Amphitrite lay on the bed, her once regal form now a tapestry of bruises and blood. Percy, the monster that had claimed her, loomed over her, his muscular form glistening with sweat and the essence of her pain.

Her daughters, Rhode and Kymopoleia, stood frozen in the doorway, their hearts shattering at the sight of their mother's violation.

Rhode, with her delicate frame and fiery red hair, looked like a young maiden plucked from a painter's canvas, her green eyes wide with terror. Kymopoleia, with her Herculean build and translucent purple hair, was a stark contrast, her eyes burning with a rage that threatened to engulf the room.

Percy's gaze flickered up from his grisly task, meeting theirs. The malicious smile that spread across his face was the only warning they had before he spoke. "Welcome, my dear step-sisters," he taunted, his voice thick with the thrill of his conquest. "Your mother's been waiting for you."

With a vicious yank, he pulled his cock from Amphitrite's torn ass, the sound echoing through the silent room. He stepped towards Rhode, his eyes gleaming with the hunger of a predator.

Her legs buckled under her, but she managed to stumble backward, her hands coming up to ward him off. But it was too late.

He grabbed her by the throat, his fingers digging in, and slammed her down onto the bed. Her eyes bulged as he forced his cock into her mouth, her delicate throat straining around his girth.

The room was filled with the sounds of his grunts and her muffled gagging, her nails scratching at his skin in a futile attempt to escape. His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and mauling them as he fucked her throat.

Withdrawing from Rhode's mouth with a wet pop, Percy took a moment to appreciate the fear in her eyes, the desperation that painted her features. He licked his lips, tasting the salt of her tears and the coppery tang of her mother's blood.

"Now, let's see how tight you really are," he said, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

Without warning, he plunged into her, her innocence torn apart by his brutal intrusion. Rhode's screams filled the room, a cacophony of pain that mingled with the sound of the storm outside.

Kymopoleia, enraged by what she saw, charged forward, her massive form moving with surprising speed. But Percy was ready for her. He threw an arm out, a wave of power knocking her back, sending her crashing into the wall.

The air crackled with energy as he turned back to Rhode, his eyes alight with a dark delight. "You're next," he told her, his voice a promise of pain and degradation.

Her cries grew louder as he fucked her, each thrust a declaration of his dominance. He switched between her throat and her pussy, enjoying the way she choked and gagged on his cock.

Her body was a canvas for his depravity, a plaything for his sick desires. He took her in every way possible, pushing her to the brink of sanity.

Finally, unable to take any more, Rhode's body began to spasm, her eyes rolling back in her head. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her blood and saliva, and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"You're going to enjoy this," he said, his breath hot and rank. "You're going to beg for me to fill every hole you have."

The coupling ended with Percy's sadistic grin, his cock poised at Rhode's quivering ass, ready to claim her in the most brutal way possible, as Kymopoleia lay stunned and helpless against the far wall, her eyes never leaving the scene before her.

With a savage growl, Percy plunged his cock into Rhode's ass, the sound of her pain a symphony to his twisted ears. She screamed, her body arching off the bed, her nails digging into the sheets.

He fucked her with a ferocity that was almost supernatural, his movements punctuated by the sound of flesh meeting flesh. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears streaming down her cheeks, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Kymopoleia, still pinned to the wall by his power, watched in horror as her sister's body was ravaged before her eyes. But even in her despair, she found a spark of defiance, a determination to end this nightmare.

Gritting her teeth, she began to push back against the unseen force, her muscles straining. Slowly, she inched forward, her eyes never leaving the monster that was her step-brother.

Percy's rhythm grew erratic as he approached climax, the room shaking with the power of his release. With a roar, he emptied himself into Rhode, his cum mixing with her blood.

He pulled out, leaving her body a wreck, her eyes glazed over with the agony of his claim.

"Now," he said, turning to Kymopoleia, "who's next?"

The air grew thick with the scent of the sea as Percy turned his gaze to Kymopoleia, his lust-filled eyes devouring her powerful form. "You think you can resist me?" he sneered, his cock already hardening again.

Her response was a snarl, her body straining against the invisible bonds that held her. "I will never let you touch me," she spat, her voice trembling with rage.

But he was undeterred. He stalked towards her, his movements predatory. "You will," he said, his voice low and threatening. "You will all submit to me."

With a flick of his wrist, the bonds holding her to the wall dissipated, and he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her to her knees.

"Beg for it," he demanded, his cock in her face.

Her eyes never left his, and she spat in his direction. "Never."

The rage that flared in his eyes was blinding. He threw her onto the bed, her body bouncing off her sister's limp form.

He climbed on top of her, his cock pressing into her mouth. She bit down, her teeth sinking into his flesh. He roared with pain, but it only spurred him on, his hand wrapping around her throat as he forced himself down her throat.

Her eyes watered, her teeth scraping his shaft, but she never broke eye contact, never gave him the satisfaction of her fear.

He switched again, his cock moving to her pussy, plunging into her without hesitation. Her screams were muffled by her own hand, but he could feel the resistance in her body.

He slapped her hard, leaving a red handprint on her cheek. "You will take it," he snarled.

The battle of wills raged on as Percy's cock invaded Kymopoleia's mouth, her teeth sinking into his flesh. He bellowed in pain, his hand tightening around her throat.

Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that seemed to fuel his rage. He pulled out, his cock dripping with her saliva and blood, and switched his attentions to her pussy.

He slammed into her, the force of his thrusts shaking the very bed. Her screams were muffled by her own hand, her nails digging into her palm as she fought the urge to cry out.

Her eyes remained locked on his, her body taut with the effort of maintaining her dignity. He reveled in her resistance, his strokes becoming more vicious.

As he pounded into her, the room seemed to shrink around them, the storm outside a distant echo to the tempest within.

Percy's eyes narrowed, his strokes growing more deliberate. "You think you're strong?" he sneered, his voice a harsh whisper. "You're nothing compared to me."

With a wicked smile, he pulled out of her pussy, leaving her gasping for air. He lined up his cock with her ass, and with one powerful thrust, claimed her anally.

Her scream was piercing, the sound of her body being torn apart. But even in her agony, she never looked away, never gave him the satisfaction of seeing her break.

The chapter continued with a gruesome dance of power and pain, each thrust into her ass a declaration of his dominance, each cry from her lips a testament to her unyielding spirit.

But Percy grew bored with her silent defiance. He pulled out again, a bead of blood glistening on the tip of his cock. "You want to play hard to get?" he sneered. "Fine."

Without warning, he shoved into her pussy, her body stretched to its limits. Her screams grew louder, her eyes never leaving his, a silent plea for an end to this torment.

The room was a blur of motion, a symphony of pain and pleasure. He switched between her ass and pussy, breaking her down piece by piece.

Finally, unable to stand the torment any longer, she screamed, her body convulsing around his cock. He grinned, his eyes alight with triumph.

The chapter concluded with the sound of his final thrust, her body shaking with the force of his climax, her spirit shattered.

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Chapter 7: The Love Goddess Needs Some Love

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Percy lay on his bed, his thoughts racing with the tumult of the recent battles, when suddenly the air grew heavy with the sweet scent of roses. His eyes snapped open to find Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, standing before him, her luscious body untouched by the constraints of clothing.

Her thick, curvy figure was a work of art, her breasts full and tempting, her hips a siren's call to any man. She stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his. "Percy," she said, her voice a silky caress. "Do you know how long I've desired you?"

Her words sent a jolt of surprise and arousal through him. She had been watching him since he was 14, she confessed, her attraction to him growing stronger with each passing year.

He sat up, his cock responding to her nearness, now fully erect. "Aphrodite," he breathed, his voice shaking with the weight of her admission.

Her hand reached out, brushing his cheek gently. "I've bottled it up for too long," she whispered, her eyes pleading. "I need you."

With trembling fingers, she reached for his boxers and slid them down his legs, his cock springing free. She took a moment to gaze at him, her eyes filled with awe and desire.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her hip.

Her smile grew, a knowing curve of her lips as she leaned in closer. "As are you," she said, her eyes dropping to his erection. "Your cock is... magnificent."

The chapter ended with Aphrodite's mouth closing around him, her warmth and wetness enveloping him in a sensation so intense it bordered on the divine. His eyes rolled back in his head as he succumbed to the pleasure she offered, the confession of her long-held desire adding a layer of sweetness to their union.

The divine suction of Aphrodite's mouth sent waves of pleasure crashing over Percy, his body arching off the bed. Her eyes never left his, her gaze filled with a hunger that matched his own.

He reached out, his hands finding her hips and pulling her closer. "Take me deeper," he urged, his voice hoarse with need.

With a soft moan, she complied, her mouth moving with a newfound urgency, her tongue swirling around his shaft.

But the god of the sea had other plans. He gently pushed her back, his eyes gleaming with desire. "I want more," he said, his voice thick with lust.

He positioned her so that she straddled his face, her pussy just out of reach of his eager mouth. She looked down at him, her eyes questioning, and he gave a nod of encouragement.

Her eyes sparkled with understanding, and she leaned down, her mouth closing around his cock once more as he buried his face in her warm, wet folds.

Her taste was heavenly, her scent intoxicating. His tongue danced over her clit, dipping into her pussy, savoring every drop of her juices.

The chapter continued with the erotic dance of their bodies, Aphrodite's moans muffled by his cock, his own muffled by the sweetness of her cunt.

The moment of climax approached, their bodies moving in a perfect rhythm, each driving the other to the brink of ecstasy. He could feel his release building, his balls tightening.

With a roar, he pulled out of her mouth and flipped her over, her breasts bouncing as she landed on her back. He positioned himself at her entrance and plunged into her, her pussy tight and welcoming.

As he fucked her, his hands found her breasts, squeezing and massaging them, her nipples hardening under his touch. He leaned down to drink from her, her milk a sweet nectar that filled him with strength.

Their passionate dance continued, Percy's cock moving in and out of Aphrodite's tight pussy with a fervor that could only be found in the union of gods.

Her walls clenched around him, her moans growing more urgent as he pumped into her, his fingers digging into her hips.

With a final, guttural shout, he released his seed within her, their combined pleasure shaking the very bed.

For a moment, they remained joined, their breaths mingling as they reveled in the aftermath of their union.

But then, Percy pulled out, his cock still hard and demanding. He gestured for her to bend over, exposing her tight, pink asshole to the watching eyes of Perseus.

Her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment as she complied, her body quivering with anticipation.

Percy leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her, the musky scent of her ass filling his nostrils. He licked her gently at first, teasing the sensitive ring of muscle.

Her moans grew louder, her hips rocking back to meet his mouth. But it wasn't enough for him. With a grin that promised no mercy, he positioned himself behind her.

The chapter reached a crescendo as he slammed into her, her asshole stretching to accommodate his divine length.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, her ass cheeks jiggling with each brutal thrust.

Percy's cock pummeled Aphrodite's ass, each stroke claiming her more thoroughly. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her knuckles white from gripping the bed sheets so tightly.

Her moans grew louder, a mix of pain and pleasure that only a goddess could withstand.

Perseus watched from the side, his own cock in hand, stroking in time with Percy's brutal rhythm.

With a final, savage thrust, Percy reached his peak, filling Aphrodite's ass with his divine essence.

Her body tensed, a silent scream on her lips as she felt him come inside her, a claim that could not be denied.

The chapter concluded with Percy's final words, a declaration of dominance that left no room for doubt. "You are mine," he growled, his hands on her hips. "Swear fealty to me as your lord and master."

Her eyes, glazed with passion and pain, met his in the mirror across the room. "I am yours," she whispered, her voice trembling.

The air grew thick with the power of their bond, the room pulsating with the energy of their union.

The chapter ended with Aphrodite's head dropping to the pillow, her body limp. But in her heart, a new flame of loyalty burned, one that would never be extinguished.

Her scream was muffled by the pillow she'd bitten into, her body writhing beneath him as he claimed her in a way that no god had dared before.

The chapter concluded with their bodies joined as one, their cries of pleasure echoing through the halls of New Olympus, a testament to their divine union.

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Chapter 8: Athena Want's Some'

Summary:

Athena's plan to blackmail Percy goes horribly wrong.

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Athena, the goddess of wisdom, had always had her suspicions about Percy. Her curiosity piqued, she gazed into her magical mirror, seeking to uncover his secrets.

The mirror's surface rippled, showing her a scene that made her eyes widen in shock. Percy, her rival's son, was in the throes of passion with Hera, the queen of the gods.

Hera's moans filled the steamy bathroom, her body arched back, her legs wrapped around Percy's waist as he claimed her from behind.

Athena felt a mix of horror and fascination, her own desire for the young god warring with her sense of duty.

Her mind raced with the implications of what she had just witnessed. Here was her chance to gain the upper hand, to expose him for the treacherous whore she knew he was.

With a wicked smile, she teleported herself to the outskirts of his palace, the grandeur of its exterior taking her breath away.

The part ended with Athena standing before the gleaming white marble of Percy's home, her eyes widened in shock at the opulence.

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Percy's thoughts wandered to the previous night, a smirk playing on his lips as the memories flooded back.

After Aphrodite had left, he had felt an insatiable hunger for more. He summoned Hera, the queen of the gods, to satisfy his needs.

In the candlelit room, he had her on all fours, her long hair cascading down her back as he claimed her mouth with his, his cock buried deep in her throat.

Percy's memories grew more vivid, the feel of Hera's velvety lips around his cock, her throat tightening around him as he thrust deeper.

Her watering eyes had been wide with shock at first, but as he claimed her, they grew glazed with passion, her body betraying her.

He had moved from her mouth to her pussy, his tongue tracing the contours of her sex as he lapped up her sweet nectar. She had writhed beneath him, her thighs trembling with each touch.

And then he had taken her, filling her completely, her walls tightening around him like a vice as she climaxed.

Her milk had flowed freely, a testament to her newfound role as his servant. He had felt her power meld with his own, her submission fueling his strength.

Their love-making had continued into the night, their bodies a tapestry of passion and power.

In the morning light, the kitchen was a stark contrast to the battle-worn divine chamber from the night before.

Hera had been cooking, her body still flushed from their recent union, the apron barely concealing her nakedness.

He had approached her from behind, his cock still hard, his hunger for her unabated.

With a growl, he had pushed into her ass, her gasp of surprise quickly turning to one of pleasure as she leaned into it, her body craving his divine seed.

The smell of sizzling bacon and eggs filled the air, a strange counterpoint to their erotic dance.

Her movements grew more frantic as he pounded into her, her hands gripping the counter, her knuckles white.

Percy watched in the mirror, his strokes growing faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

Her moans grew louder, echoing off the marble walls as she came again, her body shuddering with the intensity of it all.

Their union concluded with Percy's roar of triumph as he released himself within her, her body convulsing around him.

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The kitchen door burst open with the force of Athena's rage, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. She took in the scene before her - Hera, the queen of the gods, on her knees with Percy's cock buried deep within her, her eyes glazed with passion and her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

Hera startled, her hand flying to her mouth as she attempted to stand, but Percy held her firmly in place, his grip on her hips unyielding.

Athena's gaze flickered down to Percy's cock, now withdrawing from Hera's ass, a mix of disgust and fascination in her eyes.

"Percy," she spat, her voice trembling with anger, "what is the meaning of this?"

He turned to face her, his eyes cold as ice, a smirk playing on his lips. "Breakfast?" he offered, gesturing to the half-cooked meal on the counter.

Her hand tightened around the handle of the Aegis shield, her knuckles white with the effort of containing her fury. "You dare to bring this...this depravity into the hallowed halls of Olympus?"

He stepped closer, his divine pheromones filling the air. "Depravity?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. "Or is it power?"

Her eyes darted between his cock and his eyes, the realization of his power sinking in. He had defeated her father, the mighty Zeus, and claimed the throne.

"What do you want?" she demanded, trying to regain control of the situation.

"To remind you of your place," he said, his voice a whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "And perhaps to add another goddess to my harem."

Her eyes widened with horror as she took in the size of his erection, the thought of it inside her making her stomach twist.

He stepped closer, closing the gap between them, his cock swaying with each step. "You came here to threaten me?" he said, his tone mocking. "I've already claimed two of your sisters. What makes you think you could be any different?"

Her hand trembled on the shield as she took a step back. "I...I will expose you," she stuttered.

Percy's laugh was cold, sending chills down her spine. "And I will crush you," he said simply, his eyes promising a fate worse than death.

The chapter ended with Athena's world crumbling around her, the fear of his retribution leaving her speechless as he closed the distance between them, his cock still at full mast.

The fear in Athena's eyes only served to stoke the fire in Percy's loins. He stepped closer, his cock mere inches from her face.

"Is this what you want?" he taunted, his voice a mix of anger and arousal. "To watch me take another goddess?"

Her eyes flashed with defiance as she spat in his face. "You will never have me," she vowed.

With a snarl, he grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to her knees. Her protests turned to choking sounds as he slammed his cock into her mouth, her teeth scraping against him.

Her eyes watered as she struggled to breathe, her tongue working to please him despite her revulsion.

He gripped her hair tighter, his hips pumping, his cock stretching her throat beyond its limits.

Her hands clawed at his thighs, trying to push him away, but he was relentless, his divine strength too much for her.

Her insults turned to gurgles as he fucked her throat with a brutality that would have made even the most hardened warrior weep.

Percy felt his orgasm building, his cock swelling even more in her tight grip. He pulled out, a string of saliva connecting them, and slapped her cheek. "On the bed," he ordered.

Her legs trembled as she stumbled to the grand four-poster in his room, her mind racing with thoughts of escape.

He followed her, his cock still rock-hard, his eyes burning with lust. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down, spreading her legs wide.

Her virgin pussy glistened with arousal, despite her protests. He licked his lips, savoring the moment.

With a roar, he plunged into her, her screams of pain mixing with his grunts of pleasure.

Her nails dug into the sheets as he took her, his cock breaking through her hymen with a sickening pop.

The room was a blur of pain and pleasure, her mind reeling from the sensations overwhelming her body.

Her struggles grew weaker as he claimed her, his strokes growing deeper, harder.

Tears streamed down her face, her voice hoarse from screaming, but amidst the pain, she felt something else - a dark, twisted pleasure.

Her body began to respond to him, her hips moving in sync with his, her legs wrapping around him.

Her moans grew louder, her body betraying her as she climaxed around his cock.

The coupling concluded with a final, powerful thrust, his warm seed filling her womb.

The aftermath of their vicious coupling left Athena's body trembling, a mix of pain and unexpected pleasure still pulsing through her.

Percy, his cock still hard, was not satisfied. He pulled out of her pussy, a smear of blood and cum marking the spot where he had claimed her maidenhood.

He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Now," he said, his voice a low growl, "for the grand finale."

Her eyes widened with horror as he approached her, his cock smeared with their combined fluids.

"No," she whimpered, her body already bruised and used.

He smirked, his hand tracing a line down her spine to the tight pucker of her anus. "Oh, yes," he said, his fingers circling the tight ring.

Her body tensed, her mind screaming in protest, but her body's response was undeniable.

With a cruel smile, he pushed two fingers into her ass, her muscles clenching around him.

Her eyes watered as he stretched her, preparing her for the ultimate act of domination.

With a snarl, he lined up his cock and pushed, her screams echoing off the marble walls as he entered her.

Her body fought him, but he was unyielding, his divine strength forcing his way deeper.

Her nails raked his back, her legs kicking, but he didn't stop, his hips pistoning into her with a brutal rhythm.

The pain was unbearable, but with each thrust, she felt something else, a dark thrill that she could not deny.

Her body began to respond to him once again, her ass clenching around his cock, her moans growing louder.

The room was a whirlwind of agony and ecstasy, the line between the two blurring with each passing moment.

Her mind screamed for it to stop, but her body begged for more, her orgasm building once again.

The chapter ended with a final, violent thrust, his cock buried to the hilt in her asshole, her screams a mix of pain and pleasure as he came deep inside her bowels.

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NOTE: All goddesses Percy fucks in all three holes will swear an oath of allegiance to him and evolves. If it is a mortal, she becomes a goddess. After the oath, they keep their personalities but have burning loyalty and attraction towards Percy.

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Chapter 9: Percy Breaks Some Vows

Summary:

Percy is out exploring when he comes across the huntresses losing a battle. He decides to save them but also extracts a payment from them.

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The forest grove was a tableau of untouched beauty, a stark contrast to the hatred that burned in the hearts of the huntresses. Artemis, Thalia, Phoebe, Reyna and Atalanta, their eyes gleaming with the fierce light of battle, approached the clearing where the dragon's spawn awaited them.

Their steps were silent on the pure soil, the very earth seeming to tremble with anticipation of the coming clash.

The spawn were monstrous, each a twisted reflection of the malevolence their father, Draco, had bred into them.

With a war cry that sent the animals fleeing, the huntresses charged. Arrows and blades flashed through the air, finding their marks with unerring accuracy.

Thalia's halebard sliced through one creature's neck, the silver blade cutting cleanly through scale and bone. Phoebe's golden axe cleaved another in two, the force of her blow shaking the very ground. Atalanta's black and gold-feathered arrows found their targets with the grace of her mother's own shafts.

The air was filled with the scent of blood and the acrid scent of dragon's breath, the once-calm glade now a battleground of snarls and screams.

Yet, as the spawn fell, the dragon himself loomed over them, his shadow casting a pall across the clearing.

Their combined might was formidable, but even the huntresses could feel the weight of his power, his malice a palpable force that seemed to press down upon them.

Their attacks seemed to barely annoy the ancient beast, his scales as unyielding as the mountains themselves.

One by one, the huntresses' confidence wavered, their strength waning. The dragon's breath washed over them, searing their flesh and filling their lungs with ash.

But as all hope seemed lost, a figure emerged from the shadows, his presence unmistakable. Percy, the once-mortal turned god, approached them, his twin blades, Riptide and the Blade of Chaos, singing with a hunger for battle.

The dragon's eyes narrowed, sensing the new threat, but the huntresses' attention was captured by the sight of their former comarade.

Their hearts raced with fear, their muscles tense with the anticipation of what was to come.

Percy's eyes locked with Draco's, the dragon's malevolence meeting the unyielding gaze of the young god.

With a roar that could shake the heavens, the dragon lunged, his jaws agape, revealing a cavern of teeth and fire.

But Percy was not one to be underestimated. He leaped into the air, Riptide and the Blade of Chaos spinning like twin stars.

Their blades met with a clang that echoed through the grove, sparks flying like embers in a bonfire.

Draco's might was immense, his scales impervious to all but the most divine of weapons. Yet, Percy's blades bit into him, each strike a declaration of the new order.

The battle was a dance of death, the two figures moving in a blur of motion, the air around them crackling with power.

The huntresses watched, their hearts in their throats, as their sworn enemy faced the creature they had failed to vanquish.

Artemis felt a strange mix of pride and anger. Pride that a warrior could be so skilled, anger that it was a man who wielded such power.

As the dragon bellowed in fury, Percy saw an opening, a flicker of vulnerability in the beast's movements.

With a shout, he plunged Riptide into the dragon's eye, the blade piercing through to the brain.

The dragon's body spasmed, his wings beating the air in a final, futile attempt to stay aloft before he crashed to the ground, lifeless.

The silence that followed was deafening. The huntresses stared at the corpse, their breaths ragged, their bodies bruised and bleeding.

Then, Percy turned to face them, his smirk widening.

"You're welcome," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The huntresses stumbled back as Percy advanced, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and loathing.

His gaze fell upon Artemis, her silver eyes flashing with anger and humiliation as he approached.

With a strength that belied his youthful appearance, he ripped the silver robe from her body, exposing her pale, moonlit skin.

Her breasts heaved with indignation, her nipples hard with rage, as she tried to cover herself.

"Get on your knees," he growled, his voice filled with authority.

Her eyes widened, but she found herself unable to resist, her legs buckling beneath her.

He grabbed her throat with one hand, his grip like steel, cutting off her air as he forced her to look up at him.

The other huntresses tried to move, to come to their leader's aid, but they remained rooted to the spot, held in place by Percy's oppressive presence.

With a cruel smile, he thrust his cock into her mouth, his eyes never leaving hers.

Her cries of pain and disgust filled the clearing as he fucked her throat, his movements brutal and unyielding.

Her eyes watered, her mouth stretched around his girth, her throat working to accommodate his length.

The other huntresses could only watch in horror as Artemis choked and gagged, her silver hair falling around her face in disarray.

Thalia, her electric blue eyes filled with rage, tried to summon the power of the skies, but found it blocked by the force of Percy's dominance.

Phoebe, her flaming red-gold eyes smoldering with fury, clenched her massive golden axe, her muscles straining against invisible bonds.

Atalanta, her fangs bared, her eyes flashing with the gold of the sun, reached for her bow, only to find it unresponsive.

And Reyna, the fiercest of them all, her eyes blazing with the fires of the underworld, could do nothing but watch as her sister was defiled.

Percy's strokes grew faster, his breath coming in harsh pants as he reached the peak of his pleasure.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very trees, he came, filling Artemis's mouth with his seed.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she struggled to swallow, the taste of him burning her throat.

He released her with a shove, and she collapsed to the ground, coughing and choking.

"Your turn," he said, his voice thick with lust as he turned to the others.

But it was Artemis he took first, her body trembling as he yanked her back to her knees.

Her protests were silenced with a hand over her mouth as he lined himself up with her core, the tip of his cock pressing against her tight entrance.

With a brutal thrust, he claimed her, her virginity lost to the one she had once called friend.

Her screams were muffled by his palm, her eyes squeezed shut against the pain and the tears that flowed freely.

He fucked her with the same ferocity he had used to defeat Draco, her body slamming into the ground with each violent penetration.

The clearing was filled with the sounds of her pain, her nails digging into the soil, her body writhing beneath him.

The other huntresses could only watch, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and anger.

They burned with the desire to fight, to save their queen, but were held fast by the power of his will.

As he reached climax once more, he pulled out of her, his cum spilling out of her torn pussy, mingling with the dirt.

With a sneer, he grabbed her by the hair, forcing her onto her hands and knees.

Artemis's body was a map of pain and humiliation as Percy positioned himself behind her, the tip of his still-hard cock pressing against her tight, untouched ass.

Her eyes flew open, her silver orbs filled with terror and betrayal as she looked back at him.

"Please," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper.

But he paid her no heed, his smirk only growing more sadistic as he pushed into her.

Her scream echoed through the forest, the pain unlike anything she had ever known.

Her muscles clenched around him, trying to push him out, but his strength was too great.

With each brutal thrust, he claimed her further, her cries of agony a symphony to his ears.

The other huntresses watched, their bodies trembling, as their goddess was desecrated before their very eyes.

Thalia's eyes flashed with the power of lightning, but she could do nothing as Percy's aura of dominance held her fast.

Phoebe's axe clattered to the ground, forgotten, her hands shaking with the effort to resist.

Atalanta's arrows fell from her quiver, impotent, as she watched the man she had once admired destroy her sister.

And Reyna, her fists clenched at her sides, could only grit her teeth and hold back the scream that threatened to rip from her own throat.

The scene was one of absolute power and control, a stark contrast to the gentle beauty of the grove.

Percy's hips pistoned into Artemis, his grip on her hair tightening with every thrust.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body shaking with sobs, as she felt her ass being torn apart by his relentless assault.

The smell of her blood and his cum filled the air, a sickening reminder of what he had done.

As he reached his peak, he pulled out, her ass gaping and bruised, and plunged back into her pussy, filling her once more with his seed.

The torture ended with Artemis's broken sobs, her body limp and used, as the other huntresses stared in shock and horror at the man they had once called ally.

The clearing was a tableau of horror, the beauty of the forest marred by the violation of their queen.

Thalia's eyes snapped with lightning as she watched, her rage building like a storm within her.

But Percy's gaze was cold, his grin malicious as he turned to her, his cock still slick with Artemis's blood and cum.

"You're next," he murmured, his voice low and filled with a dark promise.

Thalia struggled against her invisible bonds, her body taut with the need to fight, to defend her goddess.

But she could not move, could only watch as he approached her, the power of his divine cock pulsing with the need for more.

With a flick of his wrist, her leather armor fell away, leaving her naked and vulnerable.

Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, her electric blue eyes never leaving his.

He grabbed her by the throat, lifting her to her toes, her legs trembling with fear and anger.

"You will learn to submit," he hissed, his eyes boring into hers.

Her only response was a guttural growl, her body arching as he forced his cock down her throat.

Her eyes bulged, her tongue lashing against his shaft as she choked, her nails digging into his arms.

But he was relentless, his thrusts deep and brutal, his grip on her throat unyielding.

He used her mouth like a toy, her gagging sounds music to his ears.

And when he had had his fill, he tossed her aside, her body hitting the ground with a sickening thud.

With a snarl, he pinned her down, his weight pressing her into the earth.

Her eyes were wide with fear as he positioned himself at her entrance, her body still trembling from the abuse he had just inflicted.

The first thrust was a knife through the heart, the pain unlike anything she had ever felt.

Her screams were muffled by the dirt, her legs kicking out as she tried to escape.

But he was too strong, his hips moving in a rhythm that spoke of his dominance.

He raped her, his cock tearing into her with a ferocity that made the earth tremble.

Her cries grew hoarse, her body a canvas for his sadism.

The air crackled with Thalia's desperation as she stared up at Percy, her body trembling with fear and anger.

Her eyes, once filled with the power of the skies, were now pools of pain, her spirit breaking with every brutal thrust.

He fucked her like she was a mere mortal, his divine cock claiming her in a way that would leave no doubt of his dominance.

Her legs were splayed wide, her knees digging into the cold, hard ground, offering no resistance as he invaded her sanctity.

With each pump, his cock stretched her, her screams of agony a symphony of defilement that echoed through the grove.

Her once-beautiful face was contorted into a mask of pain, her electric blue hair matted with sweat and dirt.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, the silver necklace she wore a stark contrast against the bruises already forming.

The other huntresses watched in silent horror, their hearts breaking for their sister, their bodies straining against the invisible chains that held them back.

But it was not enough for Percy, oh no. He was a man driven by a hunger that could never be sated.

He reached down, his hand wrapping around her throat once more, and began to choke her, his grip tightening with each stroke.

Her eyes grew wide, her gasps for air turning into choking sounds as she fought for breath.

He was a beast, a monster in the guise of a man, a living embodiment of the chaos he had brought to their world.

And yet, through the fog of pain, she felt something else, something that made her stomach churn.

A spark of pleasure, unwelcome and terrifying, that grew with each passing second.

Her body, trained for war, had never known this kind of submission, this kind of painful ecstasy.

He saw it in her eyes, that flicker of need, and he reveled in it.

Percy's relentless pounding sent shockwaves of agony and an unexpected, terrifying thrill through Thalia's body.

Her eyes, though filled with pain, held a flicker of something... darker.

He could feel her body begin to respond to his brutal onslaught, her walls tightening around his cock, her hips moving in a silent plea for more.

It was a dance of power and submission that played out before the horrified gaze of the other huntresses.

With a final, savage thrust, he emptied himself into her, the warmth of his cum filling her up.

The pressure grew unbearable as he pulled out, her pussy gaping and bruised.

He flipped her over, his grin wicked, and pressed the tip of his still-hard member against her tight asshole.

Her eyes snapped open, a mix of fear and something else - something that made him feel powerful.

With a vicious snarl, he shoved into her, the sound of her tearing echoing through the grove.

Her screams were music to his ears, her body a playground for his sadistic desires.

And amidst the pain, she found a twisted pleasure, a dark thrill that made her body betray her.

Her moans grew louder, her hips moving in time with his, her body begging for more.

The other huntresses watched in shock, their own desires conflicted by the scene unfolding before them.

As he reached climax once more, he pulled out, his cock covered in her blood and his own seed.

He painted her back with his cum, marking her as his.

The chapter concluded with Thalia's shuddering gasps, her body a canvas of agony and unwilling surrender, the beginnings of a darker need blooming within her.

Percy's grip tightened on Phoebe's throat, his cock plunging into her mouth like a sword into a sheath.

Her teeth clattered against his shaft, her tongue fighting against his invasion.

The smell of her fear and his power was intoxicating, making him grow harder with every gagging sound she made.

Her eyes never left his, a silent battle of wills playing out between them.

He could feel her body's resistance giving way, her teeth no longer biting down, her tongue tentatively exploring his length.

The taste of her own blood, the feel of his cock stretching her mouth, it was all a twisted symphony of pain and pleasure.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her eyes never leaving his, a silent challenge.

He responded with a vicious thrust, pushing down her throat until she could feel the head of his cock against the back of her throat.

Her eyes watered, her nose filled with the scent of his lust.

The other huntresses watched, their hearts pounding in their chests, their own desires a tempest of confusion.

Phoebe's body began to respond, her hips moving in a silent rhythm, her mouth working him with a fervor she had never felt before.

He watched her, his own eyes alight with triumph, his hips moving in time with hers.

And then it was too much, the pleasure building like a storm within him, demanding release.

With a roar, he came, his cum filling her mouth, her throat convulsing as she swallowed it down.

He pulled out, her mouth a mess of blood and cum, her eyes glazed over with a mix of defeat and something... more.

The first part of her breaking was complete, the fiery spark in her eyes dimming, her spirit beginning to crumble.

Percy's cock was still hard and demanding more, the taste of Phoebe's submission still fresh on his tongue.

He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her onto her knees.

Her fiery hair cascaded over her back like a waterfall of rage, a stark contrast to the bruised and broken look on her face.

The other huntresses watched, their own arousal a silent testament to his power.

He lined up his cock with her tight, untouched pussy, the tip pressing against her wetness.

With a vicious snarl, he thrust in, tearing through her innocence, her screams piercing the night.

Her nails dug into the dirt as she tried to escape the pain, but there was nowhere to hide.

He fucked her with a ferocity that mirrored the battles he had fought, her cries of pain mixing with his grunts of pleasure.

Her body was a battleground, and he was the conqueror, claiming her inch by inch.

The sound of his hips slapping against her ass was a rhythm that echoed through the grove.

Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that only made him harder.

As the pleasure grew within her, the pain began to recede, leaving only the dark, intoxicating need for more.

Her hips met his thrusts, her body betraying her, moving in a silent plea for release.

His hand found her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive nub as he pounded into her.

Her eyes rolled back, her body tensing as she felt the beginnings of an unwanted orgasm.

He knew it was close, her cries turning to whimpers, her breaths shallow and ragged.

With one final, brutal push, he filled her with his seed, her pussy spasming around his cock.

Phoebe's body was limp, her pussy still clenching around his cock.

But he wasn't finished with her yet.

He pulled out, the sight of her gaping hole making his cock throb with anticipation.

Her ass was next, the ultimate act of dominance.

He positioned himself behind her, his cock slick with their combined juices.

Her eyes widened in horror as she felt the tip of his cock press against her anus.

"No," she whispered, her voice a mere thread of sound.

But he paid her no heed, pushing into her with a force that made her scream.

The pain was unbearable, her body stretched to its limits.

The other huntresses watched, their hearts breaking for their sister, their own desires a tumult of confusion.

He fucked her with a brutality that matched the battle that had come before, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with ease.

Her whimpers grew louder, her body trembling with each thrust.

The dark pleasure grew within her, a traitorous flame that consumed her.

Her eyes never left his, a silent plea for mercy that went unanswered.

He reached around, his hand cupping her bruised pussy, his thumb sliding over her clit once more.

Her body responded, her moans turning from pain to something else, something darker.

The pressure grew within him, the need to fill her ass with his cum overwhelming.

And when he could take no more, he pulled out, the head of his cock covered in her blood.

With one last, vicious thrust, he filled her with his seed, the warmth of his cum spreading through her bowels.

Phoebe's body collapsed to the ground, her spirit shattered, her body a playground for his dark desires.

The air was thick with tension as Reyna and Atalanta were brought before him, their wrists bound with vines, their naked bodies trembling.

Percy's eyes roved over them, his cock already hard at the sight of their fear.

They had once been fierce warriors, but now they were his to claim.

He gestured to Reyna, the former praetor of Camp Jupiter.

"On your knees," he ordered, his voice low and filled with malice.

Her eyes flashed with defiance, but she complied, her body shaking.

He stepped closer, his cock bobbing before her face.

"Take it," he demanded, his hand fisting in her hair.

With a snarl, he shoved himself into her mouth, her teeth scraping against his shaft.

Her eyes watered, but she took him, her throat working around his length.

He watched her, his hand tightening in her hair, his hips bucking as he fucked her face with an animal passion.

Her cheeks hollowed, her eyes glazed with the beginnings of a dark pleasure that she could not deny.

Percy's cock slammed into Reyna's throat, her gagging sounds only serving to spur him on.

He watched her, his hand tightening in her hair, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction.

Her body was his to use, to claim, to break.

And as he felt his orgasm approaching, he knew that the true fun was about to begin.

With a vicious pull, he yanked his cock from her mouth, the sound of her gasping for air like music to his ears.

He turned to Atalanta, his cock glistening with spit and precum.

"You're next," he growled, his eyes burning with a hunger that was not easily sated.

He shoved her onto her back, her legs spread wide.

Her pussy was glistening with her own juices, the scent of her arousal intoxicating.

Without hesitation, he plunged into her, her body tightening around him like a vice.

Her eyes rolled back, a silent scream of pleasure-pain escaping her lips.

The other two watched, their bodies responding in ways they never thought possible.

The scene was a tapestry of dominance and submission, their hearts pounding in sync with their shared humiliation.

He fucked her with the same brutality he had shown Reyna, his cock a weapon of war.

The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the air, a testament to his power.

Her eyes never left his, the spark of defiance slowly being doused by the dark tide of pleasure that washed over her.

And as he reached climax, he pulled out, his cock still pulsing with the need to claim her fully.

Meanwhile, Reyna, the legendary swordswoman, watched, her own desire a silent confession.

Her pussy was already wet, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

He stepped behind her, his hand tracing the curve of her ass.

"You want this," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin "You hate yourself for this, but you want this".

Without waiting for a response, he pushed into her, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size.

The scene was a chaos of pleasure and pain, their bodies moving in a silent symphony of degradation.

The sounds of their moans and his grunts filled the clearing, a dark melody that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath them.

The first part of their breaking had begun, their spirits bending to his will.

Percy's eyes fell upon the two broken goddesses, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of his brutal claiming.

He stepped closer to Reyna, her mouth bruised and swollen from his abuse.

Without a word, he turned her onto her side, lining his cock up with her ass.

Her eyes widened, but she didn't protest, her spirit already shattered.

He pushed in, her tightness making him groan with pleasure.

Her body was a playground for his darkest desires, a canvas for his depravity.

As he fucked her ass, he reached for Atalanta, pulling her closer by her bound wrists.

Her pussy was still wet, her body begging for more despite the pain.

He shoved his face into her dripping cunt, her moan of surprise turning into a whimper.

Their bodies created a lewd sandwich, a visual feast of power and submission.

He used them both, his strokes matching in tempo, their moans a harmony of pain and pleasure.

The air grew thick with their mingled scents, the earth beneath them trembling with the force of their passion.

As he reached his peak, he pulled out of Reyna's ass, his cock still hard and demanding.

With a vicious grin, he shot his cum onto both of them, marking them as his property.

The chapter ended with the two goddesses, their bodies painted with his seed, their eyes reflecting the dark pleasure that had begun to trickle into their hearts.

Their spirits had been conquered, their wills shackled by his dominance.

The clearing was now a battleground of desire, the aftermath of a war that had forever changed their fates.

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Chapter 10: Percy Breaks Some Vows -2

Summary:

The other huntresses arrive at the scene, only to become victims of Percy's depravity.

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The clearing was a tableau of brutality, a ghastly spectacle that made the stomachs of the 22 Huntresses churn as they stumbled upon it. Their goddess and sisters lay in disarray, their once noble forms now a grotesque tapestry of blood and semen, a stark contrast to the serene beauty of the surrounding forest.

Towering over this scene of destruction was Percy, the once heroic demigod of the sea, now a twisted reflection of the gods they had once revered. His naked body was a canvas of power and depravity, his 18-inch erection standing tall like a monument to his newfound dominance, stained with the essence of those he had claimed.

Celyn, her eyes ablaze with anger and betrayal, raised her bow and aimed it at him. "You... rapist! You will pay for your crimes against us!" she screamed, her voice trembling with the weight of her accusations.

Her fury was matched only by the horror of the others as they too let their arrows fly, each one a silent prayer for vengeance. Yet, Percy's power had grown beyond their comprehension, and their weapons simply bounced away from the barrier of water he had conjured around himself, leaving him unscathed.

He regarded them with a smug smile, a twisted parody of his former charm. "How quaint," he mused, his eyes flickering with dark amusement. "You think your words can wound me?"

With a gesture that was both elegant and terrifying, he sent a wave of divine energy crashing into the Huntresses, binding them in chains of water, their struggles futile against his might.

As they hung there, suspended in mid-air, Percy's gaze fell upon the lifeless forms of Bianca and Zoe. With a flicker of his wrist, they stirred, their eyes snapping open in shock.

Bianca, a girl of 12 with raven hair and eyes as black as the abyss, took in the scene with wide-eyed horror. Her body, once a symbol of innocence, was now marred by the brutal marks of Percy's dominance.

"Percy..." she choked out, her voice a mere whisper of despair. "What... what have you done?"

Her question hung in the air like a mournful lament, a poignant reminder of the innocence lost to his insatiable hunger for power. The clearing was a prison of his making, and the Huntresses his unwilling audience to the next chapter of his twisted tale.

Bianca, the daughter of Hades, dangled helplessly in the watery bonds that held her aloft, her body trembling with fear and revulsion. Her eyes, once filled with hero-worship for Percy, now reflected only terror and disbelief.

He approached her, his monstrous erection pulsing with a life of its own. "Your mouth," he ordered, his voice a sinister caress that sent a cold shiver down her spine.

Her eyes widened in horror, and she began to weep, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. "No, please... not like this," she begged, her voice cracking with the weight of her fear.

Percy leaned in, his breath hot against her face, and whispered, "You're going to take it, one way or another."

He forced her mouth open, his cock sliding past her lips, the taste of blood and cum making her gag. Her eyes watered as she choked back sobs, her teeth scraping against his shaft as she struggled to breathe.

The other Huntresses watched in muted horror, their own cries for help silenced by the sheer magnitude of what they were witnessing. They could only hang there, bound by the power of the sea, and watch as their sister was defiled.

Percy's movements grew more violent, his hips pumping into her mouth without mercy. Each thrust was a declaration of his dominance, each muffled scream a symphony of pain and degradation.

And then, with a triumphant roar, he climaxed, his seed flooding her mouth. She coughed and sputtered, tears streaming down her face as she tried to breathe through her nose.

When he finally pulled out, a thick rope of cum hung from her lower lip, a vile testament to his victory. He wiped it away with his thumb, smearing it across her cheek like war paint, a twisted smile playing on his lips.

"Welcome to your new reality, little one," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction.

Percy's twisted smile grew wider as he positioned himself between the trembling legs of the young girl before him. Despite her pleas, her eyes begging for mercy, he was lost in the thrill of his newfound power.

With a sickening ease, he parted her folds, the head of his engorged cock nudging against her entrance. She was so small, so fragile, that the very thought of what he was about to do made him even harder.

"I'm too young for this," she wept, her voice a broken whisper. "Please... I'm just a child."

The sound of her hymen tearing filled the air as he invaded her, the tightness of her young body a delicious sensation.

He pushed into her, inch by torturous inch, relishing the feel of her tightness around him. Her screams grew more desperate, her body convulsing with each thrust, as he claimed her innocence in the most violent of ways.

The clearing was filled with the sickening sounds of flesh tearing and bone creaking as he penetrated her, her young body not designed to accommodate his monstrous size. Her legs draped over his shoulders, he drove himself deeper, reaching for the very core of her being.

The Huntresses could only watch, their hearts breaking for their sister. They were powerless to stop him, their bodies bound by his divine will. Tears streamed down their faces as they bore witness to the destruction of innocence.

Bianca's cries grew hoarse, her eyes glazed over with the agony of her violation. Each thrust sent waves of pain through her, her stomach distending with his monstrous size, a cruel mockery of the child she had once been.

Percy's grunts grew louder, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. His eyes never left hers, a sadistic glint in them as he reveled in her pain. He could feel her womb quivering around him, her body desperately trying to reject his intrusion.

Finally, with a roar that seemed to shake the very earth, he came, filling her with his seed. He pulled out, leaving her a shuddering, bloodied mess, her youth forever tainted by his depravity.

He then reached behind her, his fingers probing her already violated pussy before moving lower to her tight, untouched asshole. The poor girl's whimpers grew louder, her body shaking uncontrollably as she realized what was to come next.

Ignoring her pleas, he positioned the tip of his cock against her anus, feeling it resist before he pushed forward with all his might. Her scream was muffled by his hand, his other hand gripping her hip to keep her in place as he claimed her most sacred space.

With a sickening pop, he broke through, his cock sinking into her tight, unprepared hole. She writhed in his grasp, her body desperately trying to escape the pain, but his grip was unyielding.

He began to fuck her ass with the same brutal rhythm he had used on her pussy, each thrust pushing into her guts, causing her to gag and retch. Her body was a battleground of pleasure and pain, the two forces warring within her as he used her in the most degrading way imaginable.

The Huntresses could do nothing but watch, their eyes filled with a mix of horror and anger. The sight of the 12-year-old girl, a symbol of purity and innocence, being defiled in such a manner was almost too much to bear.

The air grew heavy with the stench of violation as Percy's relentless assault on Bianca's innocence continued. His cock, forever engorged with divine lust, pumped in and out of her tiny, tight asshole with a sickening ease.

Her eyes, once filled with hope and hero-worship, were now pools of despair and pain. Each thrust seemed to reach into the very core of her being, rearranging her insides with a cruel efficiency that spoke of his vast experience in such depraved acts.

The clearing was a testament to his power, the very earth seeming to tremble with each penetration. The Huntresses, bound by his will, watched in muted horror as their sister's body was claimed in the most unspeakable of ways.

As he fucked her, a strange sensation began to stir within the depths of her soul. Despite her hatred for what he was doing to her, she felt a foreign trickle of dark pleasure. It grew with each thrust, a black blossom of desire that she couldn't understand.

The other Huntresses, despite their revulsion, couldn't deny the dark allure of the scene playing out before them. A few felt their own arousal, a traitorous wetness that made them despise themselves even more. They knew not why their bodies betrayed them so, but they couldn't tear their eyes away.

Percy, noticing the change in her, grinned wickedly. "That's it," he murmured. "Embrace the power within you."

He pounded into her with renewed vigor, the sound of their bodies slapping together a morbid symphony of pain and perversion. Her whimpers grew softer, the dark pleasure slowly overtaking the pain.

The rape ended with Percy's triumphant roar, his cum filling her ass as he claimed her fully. The Huntresses, torn between horror and their own twisted desires, watched in silence, the seeds of doubt and darkness planted within them.

The clearing was a tableau of suffering and depravity as Percy turned his attention to Zoe, the oldest and most fierce of the Huntresses. Despite her bound state, her spirit blazed with defiance, her eyes flashing with a millennia of anger and pride.

Percy chuckled, stroking his still-hard cock. "Your turn," he sneered, moving towards her.

Zoe struggled against her bonds, her teeth bared. "You will never break me, you monster!"

He grabbed her by the throat, squeezing until she was forced to look at him. "We'll see about that."

With a vicious twist, he forced her mouth open, his cock plunging into her unwilling depths. She bit and clawed at him, her spirit refusing to be broken so easily.

The other Huntresses watched, torn between admiration for Zoe's courage and fear for their own fate. The struggle was palpable, their leader's fiery spirit clashing with Percy's cold dominance.

Percy's strokes grew rougher, his hand tightening around her throat as he sought to silence her. But she was a daughter of the hunt, her will unbreakable. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that fueled his desire.

Percy's sadistic grin widened as he felt Zoe's teeth graze his cock, her fiery spirit refusing to be crushed. He tightened his grip on her throat, cutting off her air as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth.

Her eyes bulged with the effort of not succumbing to his power, her nails digging into his thighs. Yet, he remained unfazed, his strokes growing more rapid, his eyes never leaving hers.

The clearing was a symphony of grunts and gasps, the sound of his cock slamming into her mouth mingling with her muffled protests. The air was charged with the energy of the struggle, the other Huntresses watching with a mix of awe and horror.

Her body squirmed and writhed, trying to break free, but his power was too great. The taste of her defiance was intoxicating, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

With a roar that seemed to echo through the ages, he came, his cum flooding her mouth, a vile testament to his victory. He held himself deep within her, watching with satisfaction as she swallowed, her eyes never leaving his, the flames of rebellion never truly extinguished.

The clearing was a silent witness to the brutal assertion of his dominance over the millennia-old spirit of the Huntresses' leader.

With a cruel twist of fate, Percy pulled his cock from Zoe's mouth, the glisten of her saliva and his cum a perverse crown upon his member. He threw her to the ground, her legs forced apart as he positioned himself at her entrance.

Her body was a battleground, her soul a fortress under siege. Yet, she remained steadfast, her eyes never wavering from his, a silent declaration of war.

With a vicious thrust, he claimed her, her maidenhood torn asunder by his divine strength. She screamed, a sound that was a mix of rage and despair, her back arching in agony.

For hours he took her, his strokes as relentless as the tides he controlled. Her cries grew hoarse, her body bruised and battered, but she never begged for mercy.

The clearing was a tableau of pain and passion, the full moon casting a silver light upon the scene of violation. Zoe's once-proud body was now a canvas for Percy's depravity, her legs shaking with the effort of supporting his weight.

Her screams had long since turned into whimpers, her spirit flickering like a candle in the wind. Yet, she remained defiant, her eyes never closing, never looking away from the monster that ravaged her.

The Huntresses watched, their hearts torn between pity and a growing, inexplicable arousal. They could feel the power in his strokes, the dominance in his every move. It was a dark allure that none could deny, a siren's call that whispered of their own hidden desires.

As the night stretched on, Percy's assault grew more intense, his cock a weapon that knew no mercy. Her pussy, once a symbol of her purity, was now a battleground for his pleasure, a vessel for his seed.

The hours ticked by, his relentless rhythm a never-ending symphony of pain and degradation. Yet, amidst the horror, Zoe felt the beginnings of a dark pleasure, a treacherous emotion that grew with every thrust.

The clearing grew silent but for the harsh sounds of their union, the grunts of his exertion and the wet slap of flesh against flesh. The world outside had ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them locked in their twisted dance.

As he reached his peak, his cum spilling into her sacred womb, Zoe's body convulsed in a mix of agony and unwanted pleasure. Her eyes never left his, a silent admission of defeat in their depths.

The scene closed with the echo of his triumphant roar, the sound of his cum filling her, and the stark realization that the leader of the Huntresses had been broken, her spirit forever marred by his dark touch.

The night had grown darker, the shadows seeming to coil around the clearing as Percy's eyes fell upon Zoe's trembling form. He knew the ultimate act of dominance was yet to come.

With a twisted smile, he flipped her onto her stomach, her legs spread wide. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his breath hot and ragged with desire. "Now, it's time for the grand finale," he murmured, his tone a mix of malice and satisfaction.

He positioned his still-hard cock at her anus, her body tense with anticipation and fear. He didn't bother with preparation, his divine strength allowing him to push through the tight ring of muscle without pause.

Her scream was piercing, a sound that seemed to echo through the very fabric of the night itself. The Huntresses watched, their own arousal growing as they saw their leader's most private place defiled.

Percy's strokes grew longer, his cock rearranging Zoe's insides as he claimed her in the most intimate way possible. Her eyes squeezed shut, but she never stopped fighting, her body a testament to her unyielding spirit.

The pain was unbearable, but with every thrust, the dark pleasure grew, a parasitic vine wrapping around her soul. Her thoughts grew muddled, the line between agony and ecstasy blurring.

Her screams grew hoarse, her breathing ragged as she felt him deep within her, his cock stretching her to the limits. Her mind was a maelstrom of pain and pleasure, the two emotions swirling together in an intoxicating mix.

The Huntresses, once bound by their oath of chastity, found themselves experiencing a dark thrill at the sight of their leader's degradation. They hated themselves for it, but they couldn't deny the power in his actions.

Percy's thrusts grew faster, his breath coming in pants as he approached climax. He could feel her resistance waning, her body giving in to his divine will.

With a final, brutal push, he claimed her fully, his cum spilling into her bowels. The sound of his victory filled the clearing, his seed a declaration of his dominance over her spirit.

The scene ended with Zoe's final sob of defeat, her body limp and used, the dark pleasure still pulsing through her veins. The Huntresses looked on, their own desires warring with their loyalty and fear.

The air was thick with the scent of sex and despair as the 22 remaining Huntresses were forced into a macabre dance of lust by Percy's will. The clearing had become a stage for his perverse desires, each of them a player in his twisted game.

In the aftermath of Zoe's brutal defilement, they had no choice but to succumb to his power. He had broken their leader, and now he would claim them all.

Seven trios of huntresses lay before him, their bodies entwined in a display of depravity. They touched and kissed each other with a passion fueled by fear and dark pleasure, their cries of ecstasy ringing out into the night.

Percy stood among them, his cock still slick with Zoe's juices, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. He selected one at random, pulling her to her feet, his power making her bend to his will.

The scene grew more frenzied as he fucked her mercilessly, her body arching with each thrust. The other huntresses watched, their own hands moving to their pussies, the dark pleasure of their forced intimacy growing with every passing moment.

Their bodies were a tapestry of passion and pain, their movements a choreographed symphony of debauchery. They licked and sucked, their tongues delving into each other's most intimate spaces, the taste of their fear and arousal a potent aphrodisiac.

The huntresses moaned and writhed, their eyes glazed over with a mix of pleasure and horror. They knew they were betraying their sacred oath, but the power of the god was too great to resist.

Percy's grin grew wider with every scream, every drop of cum that spurted from his cock. He moved from one to the next, his divine energy ensuring that their bodies responded to his every whim.

The clearing was a writhing mass of flesh, each trio a tableau of pleasure and despair. He took them all, filling their mouths, pussies, and asses with his cum, marking them as his.

As the night grew darker still, the orgy continued, the huntresses' moans growing louder, their bodies drenched in a mix of sweat and cum. Percy's power was a maelstrom of pleasure and pain, a force that bound them to his will.

One by one, they were claimed, their screams of protest giving way to gasps of pleasure as he pushed them to their limits. Each huntress felt the burning heat of his cum fill her, a mark of his dominance over their very souls.

The ground beneath them was slick with lust, their bodies moving in a rhythm that spoke of their newfound subservience. They were no longer the proud warriors of Artemis, but playthings for a god's amusement.

The air was charged with the electricity of their pleasure, the smell of sex heavy and intoxicating. They took each other, their movements driven by the dark power that had taken hold of them.

Percy watched with a detached amusement, his eyes glowing with the light of the ocean depths. His cock never went soft, his power keeping it hard and ready to claim the next in line.

The scene was one of complete and utter surrender, the clearing now a sea of writhing bodies, each one caught in the tide of Percy's dominance. The huntresses' eyes were glazed with a mix of pleasure and fear, their cries echoing through the night.

One by one, they came to understand the depths of their new existence, their lives forever changed by the monster that had once been their ally. They served him now, their very essence bound to his whims.

He moved among them, his cock a beacon of dark pleasure. They clung to each other, their hands roaming, their mouths and pussies eager for his touch. The clearing was alive with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the wetness of their desire.

Their cries grew more desperate, their movements more frantic, as they sought to please him. He took them in every way imaginable, their bodies contorting to accommodate his divine lust.

The chapter reached its crescendo as Percy claimed the last of the huntresses, her eyes wide with horror as she felt his cum fill her ass. He pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined fluids, and announced with a sadistic smile, "You are all mine now."

The clearing fell silent, their breaths ragged and their bodies spent, as they looked upon their new master, their world forever altered by the night's events. The darkness closed in around them, a shroud that seemed to whisper of the endless nights of degradation and pleasure that awaited them all.

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Chapter 11: The All-Powerful Primordial Of The Earth Becomes My Pet

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Their room was still, the air thick with the scent of sex and power. Percy and Annabeth lay entwined on the couch, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Their union a declaration of their dominance.

Percy's eyes narrowed as he thought of his past, of the trouble Gaia had caused him. The bitch had been the root of so much pain, and now it was time for her to pay.

"Annabeth," he murmured, stroking her cheek with a gentle hand. "I've decided on our next move."

Percy stood up from the couch, his body still humming from the intensity of their love making, his gaze dark with purpose. Annabeth watched him, her own desires mirrored in his eyes.

"I've had enough," he declared, his voice echoing with the power of the ocean. "It's time to claim what's rightfully mine."

Annabeth's eyes widened at the mention of Gaia. The very thought of facing the all-powerful primordial sent a shiver down her spine. But she knew better than to argue with Percy when he had that look.

"I'll come with you," she offered, pushing herself up to stand beside him.

Percy's gaze softened. "This one's personal," he said, gently stroking her cheek. "I need to do this alone."

The next few days were a whirlwind of preparation. Percy pored over ancient texts, his eyes gleaming with the fire of discovery as he uncovered the secrets to defeating a primordial. Gaia had been untouched by male hands for millennia, and the thought of claiming her sent a thrill of dark pleasure through his body.

Annabeth watched him from the shadows, her eyes filled with a mix of admiration and fear. She knew that he was becoming something more, something terrifyingly powerful.

Finally, the day of reckoning arrived. The sky was a deep, foreboding gray as Percy kissed Annabeth goodbye. "I'll return," he promised, his voice firm with determination.

He stepped back, and with a flick of his wrist, he was gone, teleporting to the very edge of Tartarus. The air was thick with the scent of brimstone and despair as he stared fearlessly into the abyss.

Leaping into the abyss, the wind rushed past him, the fall seemingly endless. As he descended, he felt the weight of his decision, the gravity of the challenge ahead. But fear was a distant memory, replaced by a burning desire to conquer.

Finally, his feet touched solid ground, sending a shockwave through the very fabric of Tartarus. The cavern was vast, the walls lined with the tormented souls of the damned, reaching up to the heavens in silent screams of anguish.

The cave's entrance grew closer, the air thick with the scent of earth and decay. It was a place untouched by the sun's warmth, a sanctum of darkness and power. Percy felt the pull of Gaia's essence, drawing him deeper into her embrace.

With a smirk, he stepped through the archway, the darkness swallowing him whole.

The cavern was vast, the walls adorned with the twisted forms of those who had dared to oppose the gods. He felt a strange kinship with them, knowing that soon he would add to their number.

The path grew narrower, the air colder, as he approached Gaia's chamber. The earth monsters that guarded her were no match for him. They fell like leaves before a storm, their lifeless forms crumbling to dust beneath his blades.

The chamber grew brighter as he approached, the light of his divine essence piercing the darkness. Within, he found Gaia, the primordial of the earth, her body a landscape of untouched beauty and power.

Her eyes snapped open as he entered, her expression a mix of anger and surprise. "How dare you," she roared, her voice shaking the very foundation of the cavern.

"Dare?" Percy chuckled darkly. "I've come to take what's mine."

The battle was swift and brutal, their powers clashing in a dance of destruction. He used the Blade of Chaos with a ferocity that belied his youthful appearance, each strike a declaration of war upon her very being.

Gaia threw everything at him, summoning earthquakes and volcanic eruptions in a desperate bid to repel him. Yet, he remained unshaken, his blades carving through the very fabric of the earth.

As the dust settled, she lay before him, her body bruised and bleeding, but not broken. His cock throbbed with the need to claim her, to show her the power she had denied him for so long.

Percy bent down and attached the primordial binding brown leather collar he had made beforehand around Gaia's neck, the golden chain clinking against her skin. He gave it a cruel yank, forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes burned with hatred, but she was powerless to resist.

He gripped the chain tightly and began to pull her up. Her massive form quivered with rage as he dragged her across the chamber, the sound of her struggling echoing through the cavern.

When she was on her knees before him, the picture of submission, he wrapped the chain around his fist. "Now, bitch," he sneered, "it's time for you to know what it's like to serve."

With one swift movement, he rammed his cock into her mouth, her teeth clattering against his shaft. Gaia gagged, her eyes watering, but she had no choice but to accept him. He pulled back, watching the saliva glisten on his cock before thrusting in again, harder and deeper this time.

The earth trembled with her muffled screams, her body fighting against the intrusion. But it was a futile effort; his power was too great. He fucked her throat mercilessly, the chain keeping her in place as he used her mouth like a toy.

Percy's eyes rolled back in his head, the pleasure of claiming her in such a degrading manner overwhelming him. He could feel her power submitting to him, her very essence becoming a part of his own.

The scene was one of pure domination, the conqueror and the conquered. And as he held her there, her throat tightening around him, he knew that the earth itself was now his to command.

Percy's hot seed fills Gaia's throat, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. He withdrew, his cock glistening with her spit and his own cum, a dark smile playing on his lips.

Percy's victory over Gaia was far from complete, but he knew that with each act of dominance, he was inching closer to his goal. He pulled the defeated Titaness to her feet, the leather collar still digging into her neck.

The golden chain glinted in the dim light as he led her over to an ancient stone table, its surface scarred with the ravages of time. She stumbled, weak from his previous assaults, but he was unforgiving, pushing her down onto the cold, hard surface.

Her legs trembled as he spread them wide, exposing her swollen pussy, still gaping from his brutal use. "You think you know what power is?" he sneered, his eyes alight with malice. "You've barely felt a fraction of what I'm capable of."

With a grin that sent chills down her spine, he positioned himself between her thighs. Her eyes narrowed in defiance, but he could see the flicker of something else—a dark curiosity perhaps?

He thrust into her with a force that sent tremors through the chamber, the sound of their union echoing off the cavern walls. Gaia's back arched as the table groaned beneath her weight, her breasts bouncing with each impact.

His cock, now a monstrous 18 inches in length and four in diameter, stretched her to her limits. He watched with sadistic glee as she squirmed, her pussy bulging with every deep stroke.

"Fuck me like you own me," she growled, her voice thick with anger and something else—desire?

Percy's grin grew wider as he complied, pounding into her with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundations of Tartarus. The table rocked precariously, the air thick with the scent of sex and power.

Her moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath his as she tried to fight the pleasure invading her core. He knew she was close to breaking, that he was close to claiming her fully.

He pulled out almost entirely, the tip of his cock teasing her clit before slamming back in, eliciting a scream that was half pleasure, half rage. Her nails dug into the stone, leaving deep gouges as she fought against the sensations.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the chamber, a rhythm that seemed to sync with the heartbeat of the earth itself. Her stomach began to bulge with each thrust, his cock reaching so deep it was as if he was claiming her very soul.

As he felt his climax approaching, he reached the peak of his power, and with it, the peak of his dominance. He pulled her head back by the chain, exposing her neck, and whispered, "You're mine now."

Her eyes locked with his, and for a brief moment, she seemed to understand the gravity of her situation. The anger in her gaze flickered and died, replaced by something that looked suspiciously like submission.

With one final, brutal thrust, he emptied himself into her, her pussy contracting around his cock in a desperate bid to hold onto him. The second third of her power surged into him, and he felt it course through his veins like molten lava.

Percy's eyes gleamed with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating as he stepped back from the table, his cock still rock-hard. He knew what came next, the final act of dominance that would cement his control over the earth.

Gaia's eyes widened in horror as he approached her again, her body already bruised and abused. But she was not broken—not yet.

He grabbed the golden chain attached to her collar and yanked her to her knees, forcing her to look up at him. "You think I'd leave any part of you untouched?" he snarled, his voice a mix of pleasure and menace.

Without preamble, he pushed her onto her stomach, her plump ass in the air. The leather collar kept her in place as he stepped back to admire the view.

He spread her cheeks wide, revealing her tight, virgin asshole. The sight made him growl low in his throat, his cock swelling even more at the thought of claiming her in such a primal way.

With no mercy, he slammed into her, the sound of his invasion echoing through the cavern. Gaia screamed, her body trying to fight against the intrusion, but it was useless.

He fucked her relentlessly, pulling on the chain to arch her back even further, watching the agony and pleasure play across her face. She was his in every way imaginable, and he reveled in her pain.

The hours dragged on, his strokes never faltering, his grip on the chain never loosening. Her screams turned to whimpers, and then to moans of dark pleasure she couldn't deny.

Percy felt his climax building, his power reaching new heights as he claimed her most sacred place. He knew that when he came, she would be irrevocably his.

He slammed into her one last time, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass. With a roar that could have shattered the earth, he emptied himself into her, filling her with his divine essence.

The final third of Gaia's power flooded into him, and he felt himself evolve—his muscles bulging, his height shooting up to ten feet in his godly form, his cock growing to an ungodly two feet in length.

The chapter ends with Gaia's body limp and trembling, her asshole gaping from the abuse. Percy stood over her, his new form towering over the broken goddess, a symbol of his absolute dominance.

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Chapter 12: Marine Madness

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Percy strode to the harbor, his new boat, the "Poseidon's Trident," gleaming in the moonlight. It was a symbol of his growing power, a vessel for his divine conquests. He turned to Athena, her beautiful yet tear-stained face a stark contrast to the opulence of the boat. "You're coming with me," he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Her eyes searched his, looking for a glimmer of the kindness she had once known in him. But all she found was a hunger for dominance and control. With a heavy heart, she nodded and followed him onto the boat, the planks creaking under their feet.

The sails billowed as the wind picked up, carrying them out to sea. Athena clutched the side, her stomach still roiling from her earlier humiliation. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a strange excitement—what new heights of degradation would he take her to now?

As the boat sliced through the waves, the salt air stinging her cheeks, she knew she was his. A tool for his conquests, a trophy of his power. But in the quiet moments, as the stars above watched indifferently, she clung to the hope that somehow, she could find a way to regain her dignity, her strength. Or perhaps, she feared, she would come to crave her new role in his twisted game.

In a dimly lit chamber of the ship, the air was thick with the potent scent of divine essence and the cloying sweetness of overindulgence. Athena, once the revered goddess of wisdom, knelt on her heels before Percy, her body a canvas of debasement. Her golden blonde hair, once a crown of elegance, was now a matted mess, clinging to her cum-stained face and shoulders. Her eyes, usually sharp as a blade, were glazed over with a mix of pain and euphoria, her mind reduced to a singular focus—the worship of Percy's monstrous, ever-erect cock.

"Remember, this is for your own good," Percy murmured, his deep voice carrying an undertone of smugness. "If you stay connected to me, you'll be safe from Poseidon's wrath." His words were a cruel jest, the kind that only a true master could deliver to a broken goddess.

Her once pristine skin was now a canvas of depravity, painted with the creamy white of his seed. It clung to her in thick ropes, tracing the curves of her voluptuous figure and highlighting the muscular definition of a warrior. Athena's mouth was a sticky mess, her cheeks hollowed out from hours of deepthroating his 24-inch monstrosity, her jaw aching in protest.

As she took a moment to breathe, the pain of his previous assaults still echoing in her body, she could feel the cum in her stomach churning. Her insides felt distended, stretched to the limits by his endless supply of thick, creamy semen. She knew what was coming next, but she couldn't find the strength to resist—her body was his plaything, her will a distant memory.

Percy reached down, his fingers sticky with the remnants of his own lust, and petted her cheek. The tender touch was a stark contrast to the brutal treatment her body had endured. Athena's eyes fluttered at the contact, her mind swimming in a sea of submission.

"Look at you, my dear Athena," he sneered, his sea-green eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "So eager to please, so hungry for my cum." His voice was like a whip, cracking through the fog of her delirium.

"Okay, that's enough play, 'Thena." Percy's voice was so gentle and affectionate that Athena had trouble believing that this was the same man who had been fucking her throat until it was sore. "Now it's time to get back to work. Milk another load and then we will take a lunch break."

"Yes, Master." Athena couldn't muster the energy nor the brainpower to string together something more comprehensive, her weak body running on the aphrodisiacal smell of his thick cum unable to resist milking his cock again, running on muscle memory to get her favorite treat straight from its source.

Athena grasped his cock with both of her hands, small and soft like a toy that couldn't manage to encircle his thick girth, giving his throbbing cock a few strokes. She felt his cock against her soft palms, impossibly hard like diamond and throbbing in desperate need for her, in tandem with her own racing heartbeat, the veins crisscrossing his smooth skin in a fine reticulum so gross yet inviting, to the point that she wouldn't have minded tracing each vein worshipfully with her hot tongue.

She closed her eyes, slapping her face with his cock a few times, enjoying the feeling of his rubbery sickness rubbing all over her face, her cheeks, dragging a clear line through the thick mask of white cum clinging to her skin.

After a few minutes, when she felt like her face was a bit cleaner, Athena finally stopped his cock all over her face, her hazy grey eyes worshipful as she glanced up at his cock, so powerful and throbbing, larger than her forearm and casting a mighty shadow that fell across her face, making sure that the veiny underside of his oversized cock, the thick bulge of his corpora spongiosum underneath the only thing in her field of vision.

"Aah." Athena made a lewd sound as she opened her mouth, as if Percy's thick, heavenly cock, covered with the mixture of all the creamy cum and spit that had been coating her face was the best treat that she could have ever received as a goddess, his heavenly seed more delicious and aromatic than any cream that mankind could conceive. Her swollen pink lips wrapped around his head, her hot tongue swirling around his thick meat as she cleaned her Master worshipfully, her cum-drunk brain unable to come up with any thoughts save for the feeling of her tastebuds set aflame, the arousal making her cunt quiver as she neared another orgasm without even touching herself, the overpowering smell making her feel lightheaded.

"Slurp~" Athena made the most lewd, painfully audible sounds possible as she slurped up the concealed cum clinging to Percy's cock, her tongue slathering his cock with saliva until he was glistening clean again.

"Thank you for the treat, Master. Thank you for feeding your slutty pet, Master.

Her features twisted as she grimaced slightly, feeling the gallons of thick cum stuffed into her stretched guts, making her stomach bloat until she looked pregnant, slowly begin to rise up her throat, and she panicked slightly, the strong intoxicating smell of the cum easily overpowering any lingering trace of bile that hadn't been diluted by the sheer volume in her guts, desperately trying not to throw up the treat that she had worked so hard for the last few hours to get.

Athena struggled for a few moments, her difficulties unnoticed by her Master, before her divine genes managed to overpower her body's natural instinct to reflux the gallons of thick, creamy fluids she was stuffing her guts with.

She gasped for breath when she felt the nauseating feeling subside, her face pressed against the warm underside of Percy's throbbing cock as she panted for a few more moments, each heaving breath making her sore tits jiggle obscenely and filling her lungs to the brim with the musky stench of Percy's cock, before weakly reaching up for her Master's cock.

Her swollen, bruised lips trailed worshipfully across the underside of his cock, her velvety tongue tracing along the sensitive bulge on his underside till she reached his glans, bulbous and an angry shade of purplish pink, and larger than her fist- which just highlighted the size difference between her oversized brute of a Master and her own small, feminine body.

Her swollen dick-sucking lips wrapped around his gland as they were meant to do, her tongue teasing his sensitive frenulum, drawing an agonizing groan from her Master, despite his best efforts to distract himself and not give any outward reaction to what his pet cum-bucket was doing to him.

For her part, Athena didn't even register his groan, all her higher functions clogged by the feeling of the thick cum clinging to her throat and the delicious piece of meat on her tongue, continuing her best efforts to milk his cock without any distractions. Her velvety tongue trailed along his slit, engaging in a whorish, passionate French kiss with his cock, her tongue teasing his glans and pressing against his slit with more emotion than most women would kiss their partners with.

"Mm." She moaned as she slowly eased his cock back into her throat, the sound muffled by the thick meat stretching her swollen lips.

This was where she belonged, Athena felt. The way her heart raced and the masochistic, humiliating ecstasy shooting through her body with every inch of Percy's oversized cock that disappeared behind her slutty lips, the way her cunt spasmed, caught in the throes of a climax that never seemed to die down, everything told her that this was it. This was what she had been born to do.

Kneeling on the ground between her Master's legs, her body stained with cum and her divine features hidden behind the thick mask of a one-man bukkake, her tongue on fire from the taste of his thick meat and her guts stuffed with thick seed until she was shitting cum.

She was not the goddess of wisdom. That was hard and taxing on her. Turning her superhuman brain off, being the goddess of cum-drunk whores, being her Master's obedient pet and letting him dictate every aspect of her life was so much better.

Athena continued to moan around Percy's cock as she felt her nose finally touch his crotch, allowing her to breathe in his musky stench like she wanted, her lips wrapped firmly around the base of his oversized cock, a feeling that filled her with untold masochistic pride. His thick cock nestled in her throat where it belonged, her throat already stretched to accommodate his cock, her walls molding to his cock, clinging to every single vein and ridge with slutty hunger, her body itself trained to milk his cock, to make him dump another thick load right in her stomach.

The obscene bulge of his cock was clearly visible through her throat, as she bobbed her head up and down, her throat muscles massaging his thick meat while her tongue lapped helplessly at the underside of his cock.

Percy couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips, despite fucking Athena's throat for the last few hours he could never get enough of her, her throat tighter and wetter than any sex toy, her rubbery walls and velvety tongue everything working together on his sensitive cock.

She was perfect.

The way she fucked herself silly on his cock without even being told to, a perfectly trained little slut, the perfect cock-sleeve for him. Her swollen lips stretched around the base of his cock as she choked herself on his thick meat, the way her throat muscles spasmed around his cock- everything was too addicting.

She pulled back, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, dragging her white-stained lips along his length, as if wanting to drain his seed straight from his balls with her desperation. Before she bobbed down again, hilting his cock inside herself and gagging slightly as she felt his cock stretch her already distended throat even further.

His oversized cock made her feel like somebody was shoving an entire arm down her throat, threatening dislocate her jaw and suffocate her half to death, though the agony of choking on such a majestic piece of meat was completely replaced by nothing but masochistic ecstasy that made her squirt fluids that she wasn't even sure her sore pussy could still produce. Her swollen, bloated stomach made her desperate throat-fuck a bit difficult, sloshing about with the gallons of thick cum stuffed inside her guts till she overflowed, her belly bulge obscene and making her look more of an erotic caricature than a goddess.

Her heavy tits swung back and forth pendulously, the vibrating clamps that held her sensitive pink nipples in an unforgiving vice grip making her moan around Percy's cock, her sensitive flesh slowly growing sore from the overstimulation. Her left hand cupped his heavy balls, feeling the thick cum sloshing about inside, making her heart beat faster in lustful hunger, wanting to have that dumped inside her as well.

Her right hand trailed downwards, tracing the outline of her erotic belly bulge till it reached her crotch. The little pool between her thick thighs and her cunt served as a draining point for all the thick cream that clung to her skin, making a small puddle of thick, creamy semen and her own arousal.

Her heels dug into the soft flesh of her ass as she knelt over the dog bowl Percy had got for her. Despite how overstuffed her guts were till she felt like she was about to burst, Athena's womb was still painfully devoid of the treat filling every single inch of her intestines.

Her throat stretched around Percy's thick cock, her walls clinging to his cock and massaging him, her swollen dick-sucking lips forming an almost airtight seal around the base of his cock as Athena held the position for a few moments before drawing back.

The goddess of wisdom gagged and choked on Percy's oversized cock, wanting desperately for her Master to acknowledge her desperate efforts to get him off. Her cheeks reddened and her eyes watered as she gagged again, but Athena's pride did not allow her to relent, forcing her to keep deepthroating her Master's monster cock. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on his cock, her tongue flattening as she teased his glans on the way up before again deepthroating his cock once more.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum, goddess." Percy's eyes fluttered shut as his hips bucked, forcing his cock deeper down the goddess' throat, a long, drawn-out moan tearing itself from his lips as he weaved his thick fingers through her blonde hair. "Take it all like a good girl."

He didn't really need to remind her that, Athena was more than happy enough to drink up the load he was about to drain down her throat, her soft nimble fingers massaging his balls in an attempt to get at the thick, boiling cum churning in his heavy balls, so fertile. Her head bobbing frenzied, the obscene bulge of his cock in her throat moving up and down as she gagged and choked, tears streaming down her cheeks and drawing clear trails on her white-stained cheeks.

"Fuck." Percy's fingers tightened on her hair, using her throat as little more than a flashlight as he throat-fucked her, his cock throbbing powerfully in need as he felt her throat spasm and cling to his meat, her lips dragging along his cock, tighter and wetter than any pussy. Her lips, swollen and stained with white, slammed against his crotch, forming a perfectly airtight, warm seal around the base of his cock as he fucked her throat, bruising her lips, uncaring of the agony she was in as he used her as a sex toy to get himself off.

"I'm cumming, Athena." Maybe it was a testament to the amount of self-control her had over himself, his body and emotions, that he did not scream out his toe-curling orgasm for the world to know, announcing it the same way he would announce the weather, his voice deep and husky. "Drink it all up."

His hips bucked, forcing his cock as deep down her throat as it would go until Athena felt like she was about to suffocate, her spasming cunt mirroring Percy's powerfully throbbing cock as the two met in orgasm, climaxing powerfully together.

"Fucccc..." Percy's eyes squeezed shut and he leaned against the helm of the ship to keep his composure as he felt his balls churn violently as he began to cum.

Athena's throat, like the perfect flashlight, spasmed around his throbbing cock, milking him as he began to dump another load straight in her stomach, and he could feel the way she struggled with the rush of thick fluid getting pumped directly into her overstretched stomach, making her belly bulge even more. Her face reddened, and her hands clawed helplessly at Percy's thighs, but he ignored her silent protests as he continued to pump her full of his semen.

His hips bucked, driving his cock even deeper down her throat, his crotch bruising her swollen lips, every single powerful twitch of his cock visible through the obscene bulge on her neck. Percy could almost hear the sound of his cock spurting inside her, the sound of gallons of his thick cum sloshing about inside her swollen stomach, superimposed on the way she gagged violently, choking herself on his thick meat.

"Don't waste a single drop bitch. Or I will make you clean it up with your tongue." Wanting to see how much more the cum-drunk goddess of wisdom could take, Percy withdrew his cock until only his head was inside her mouth, still spurting cum with no sign of slowing down anytime soon. Her cheeks chipmunked instantly with the volume as she struggled to keep up, her swollen pink lips wrapped around his glans forming a tight seal that refused to leak, her tongue teasing at his frenulum, as if daring him to pump even more inside her.

The lewd sounds of Athena literally chugging his thick cream rang through the bridge, and he watched her throat pulse and bob as she swallowed desperately, wanting not to waste a single drop of the precious drink he was giving her, like a parched man receiving his first drink after weeks.

But eventually, it was too much for her overstuffed guts, as she gagged, feeling the heavenly cum she was stuffing herself with begin to rise up her throat, the momentary lapse in her concentration enough for the cum to spurt past her lips, staining her chin and up her nose.

"Fuck." It was truly a glorious sight, Percy thought as his orgasm finally petered off. The goddess of wisdom, Athena, sitting on her heels with her stomach bloated obscenely with gallons of thick cum stretching her guts, her flawless skin invisible underneath the thick mask of white that clung to every single inch of her skin, even her eyelashes laden heavy with white and her grey eyes hazy with lust until Percy doubted whether she was even capable of thinking got herself anymore. Her lips wrapped around his head as she kissed his cock more passionately than a lover, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked weakly, cum dripping from her stained chin and leaking even from her nose.

"Good job, slut." Percy snarled at her, withdrawing his cock from her lips and snapping his fingers to clean and dress himself. "You spilled so much. I would punish you, but it's getting late for dinner. You should thank Chaos for that.

He took a step back, his cock standing tall and proud, a testament to his dominance over her. "Now, let's see how well you can handle the aftermath of your gluttony."

"I feel like I'm about to burst, Mashtaa~" Athena slurred, unable to enunciate properly, and making Percy grin. "Alright then, turn around and let loose."

"Master?"

"I gave you that dog bowl for a reason, Athena. Give me a show." Percy pushed himself up from his seat, ready for the goddess of wisdom to make a mess of herself, and he leaned against the chair, a small amused smile tugging at his lips as he looked at the wisdom goddess with undisguised interest gleaming in sea green eyes.

If she blushed, Percy couldn't see it underneath the thick layer of white clinging to her cheeks. Maybe she didn't, used to the humiliation by then, but Percy waited patiently as Athena took her position, like the bitch that she was, squatting over the dog bowl with thick, trembling thighs and her back to her, using her slender arms for balance. The chain around her neck tightened as she tried to move, making it a bit awkward for her, but Percy didn't mind.

"I can't hold it in anymore." Athena moaned as her back arched erotically. "Please look away, Master."

Percy didn't. Rather, he would kill for the sight he was treated to.

Athena's stomach lurched, and she knew she had no choice but to obey. Slowly, with trembling hands, she reached behind her, feeling the bulging mound of cum pressing against her tight sphincter. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan of disgust and arousal that threatened to escape her lips.

Athena's asshole gaped obscenely as she did her best to hold in the gallons of cum stretching her guts, but the pressure was too much for her poor sphincter to bear, spurting thick waterfalls of cum straight into the waiting dog bowl.

Her slender fingers dug into the plush carpet as she pushed, her muscles straining. The thick ropes of cum slipped from her overstuffed bowels, painting the dog bowl with its white, sticky essence. She whined, feeling the pressure in her stomach ease slightly, but the humiliation grew with each spurt, her stomach bulge barely reducing.

Percy leaned back in his throne, watching with a sadistic smile as the once mighty goddess debased herself before him. His cum remained thick and creamy, a stark contrast to the watery mess that would be produced by a lesser being. This was the power of a god—his power.

The room was silent except for the wet sounds of Athena's efforts and the occasional clank of her collar. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and her breath came in ragged gasps. But still, she pushed on, her body betraying her with each pulse of pleasure that accompanied the expulsion of his seed.

The bowl beneath her filled rapidly, the cum overflowing and pooling around it, creating a sticky mess on the floor. Athena's legs quivered, her whole-body tense with the effort of holding back the tide.

"Good girl," Percy praised, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, let's make sure not a single drop goes to waste."

Athena's eyes widened in horror as she realized what was expected of her. The idea of consuming the cum that had so violently been expelled from her own body was almost too much to bear. But she knew better than to argue with Percy now.

With trembling hands, she reached behind her, feeling the warm stickiness that had pooled in the dog bowl. The smell was overpowering, a potent mix of sex and submission. Her stomach churned, but she steeled herself, knowing she had to comply.

With a shaky inhale, she brought the bowl to her lips, her eyes never leaving Percy's as she took a deep gulp. The taste was...unexpected. Despite the situation, it was heavenly—sweet and rich, a taste that seemed to resonate with the very core of her being.

Her throat convulsed around the thick liquid, but she forced herself to swallow, the sensation of his power sliding down her throat only serving to fuel her own burgeoning need for more.

The bowl grew lighter as she drained it, her mind swimming with the knowledge that she was consuming the very essence of her own degradation. Yet, she couldn't deny the dark thrill it brought her.

When she had finished, she set the bowl down with a clatter, her chin and chest coated in sticky cum. She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, her spirit broken but her body betraying her with a faint quiver of arousal.

"Is this what you want of me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Percy's smile grew colder, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "Oh, no," he said, his voice a soft caress of cruelty. "This is just the beginning."

The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she was in for a world of pain and pleasure. But deep down, she couldn't help but feel a twisted anticipation for what was to come.