What would Zoë have done?
The goddess of the hunt lay in her bed, debating this as the soaked covers under her, were warm with her bodily fluids.
She had woken up in the middle of the night, after having a wet dream. At first, she didn't know what it was, but then Artemis remembered the modern books she had read.
The good and/or bad thing was that the dream featured Perseus, and only Perseus.
The two time saviour of the world had loved her with such gentle, careful ministrations, making her feel things she didn't think exist.
The goddess never wanted to have a wet dream, she didn't think it was possible for her to actually have one, but grateful. Grateful she was that it was the only respectable male that she had dreamt about.
Or perhaps this was no coincidence? Maybe because he was the first male she truly came to respect, along with Zoë, was she starting to see him in a new light?
It was too confusing, and too new to the goddess for her to know.
Once again, the worst, or best part depending on how you were looking at it, was that the hunt started their week long visit to the camp tomorrow.
Artemis would come face go face with his... gorgeously hot face. She cursed herself for using such a kind word to describe a man, but it was the most accurate way to describe him.
Snapping her fingers to change her bedsheets, Artemis fell back to sleep, dreaming of her and Zoë reunited, and now, Perseus was also apart of that dream.
"Artemis." His chiseled jawline formed with a small smile that she appreciated as he nodded his head in a greeting of respect.
Everyone else greeted her on one knee, like she expected as a goddess, but Percy was different.
He had long earned her respect, therefore he did not have to bow, or use Lady in front of her name.
Secretly, the way he said her name, drove shivers up, down and through the goddess's spine.
The way he said her name almost teasingly... it created a unbearable need within her golden ichor.
Said ichor carried the need to her heart, making it beat unbelievably fast whenever his gaze was upon her.
"You may rise. We shall now get settled in my cabin."
Artemis let everyone rise, before she started to lead the hunters to her cabin.
"Perseus, a word?" The goddess requested, pushing down any embarrassing blush as he turned to look at her with those curious, gorgeous dark eyes.
"Of course, milady." He taunted, making Artemis glare at him.
"Apologies, Phoebe Artemis." The name caught her so off guard, the goddess stopped dead in her tracks.
She turned to see a wide smile threatening to split his face.
"How do you know that name?"
"Making sure Zeus actually released all of the peaceful titans this time, each one gave me some very useful information, including your mother."
Artemis face palmed, of course her mother would figure out about the only good male, and tell him one of her deepest secrets.
"If you call me that again, I'm going to ignore you." The goddess told him, to which he laughed.
To have such a genuine conversation with someone who didn't cower in her presence, but rather treated her as an equal was... warming.
Only because she respected the hell out of him, did she enjoy talking to him.
As they walked, Artemis glanced at his much taller frame.
"Have you been practicing your archery?"
Percy grimaced. "Even with your blessing, I can barely hit the target."
The goddess of the hunt sighed, she should've known.
"We shall see about improving that during our stay."
They had reached the cabin by now, it's location had not been far.
"As you wish, Phoebe Artemis." Percy stepped away with a half bow, grinning as Artemis felt the urge to notch an arrow, though she could never bear arms against that one, damned male.
Why? She hoped it wasn't for the reasons she assumed.
Zoë had fallen into the same trap, now the hunter had become the hunted, twice.
All because of the only good male. Artemis could admit one thing.
Zoë only ever cared about one male, and damn did she have good taste in men, excluding the bastard Heracles of course.
Artemis was wandering the camp's deep forests, at night. A dangerous journey for anyone who wasn't an all powerful goddess.
Her goal for this little excursion was to discover if anything about the wildlife needed fixing.
Yes, she was a hunter, but hunting wildlife had its responsibilities, to keep the balance and circles of life that inhabited everything around them.
Faintly, in the distance, she heard the immensely familiar whistle of an arrow.
Prancing through the thick forest trees lined with dark green, prospering leaves, she looked from behind the dark bark to see none other than Perseus Jackson.
It was a wonder that he'd managed to hit the tree, seeing as before, his shot had gone anywhere but forwards.
"Why does one practice so far from the range?"
Artemis stepped out as Percy turned to look at her.
Those eyes, that hair...
"Even the range is too dangerous. will not have someone hurt because I cannot shoot an arrow properly." He replied.
The goddess's respect continued to grow for the man, yet this was becoming a normality.
The great ones, the greatest ones of all time make you expect their prowess, their power, their greatness night in and night out.
The goddess, as well as the rest of Olympus, had come to expect the impossible from Percy Jackson, to be surprised by every move and motivation he had.
"You know." He spoke as the two sat down against a tree upon a small hill, enough to give them a beautiful view of the eternal night sky. Percy set down his weapon retiring his bow for the evening.
"Ever since she died, the stars always spoke to me, I felt connected to them."
"Because of mortal pollution and greed, every day there are less stars in the sky."
"Perhaps that goes to show, nothing lasts forever."
Artemis didn't know what to say.
"I'm scared Artemis. Fearful that one day, I won't see her up there. That I'll finally lose her for good."
"I know she's been gone, and I miss her so damn much, but at least I was able to say hi to her, through the stars."
"What will I do when their gone? When she's... truly gone..."
The goddess let a short lived tear drop from her eye.
"We think alike Percy. I go to sleep every night, cursing this world for not being like those silly books you mortals write."
"Worlds and universes were one can be brought back to life, imagination is a powerful tool."
Suddenly, Percy's eyes shot up, as his brain registered what she said.
"That's it!" He stood up so fast the goddess didn't even have time to react.
"I'll explain later... probably. I've got to do something very important right now!" He called back as she watched him sprint towards the camp.
"COME ON!" The son of Poseidon roared, sweating absolute buckets as he pushed his will to its very limit.
The imagination was a powerful tool.
His powers derived from what he imagined, if he could bend goddess' to his will, could he bring back the dead?
If there was even a slight chance Zoë's life could be returned, he'd do whatever it took, and he was sure Artemis would too.
Dropping to the ground for the tenth time, Percy wondered what it would take.
He had even ran to where the tides and forest met with little beach in between, Zoé's favourite kind of environment.
Trying once more, Percy closed his eyes.
It had to be possible, he was the impossible that made the possible.
Clenching his fists, the memory of the huntress's smile flashed through his mind.
It made him dig a little deeper inside of himself.
Her laugh, the first time he had broken through to her.
Everything made him reach deeper, deeper, so deep he didn't believe that there was this much willpower hidden deep within him.
Artemis watched from the tree line as Percy was sweating like crazy.
Suddenly, he screamed out, flexing his very noticeable muscles.
The ground shook instantaneously before it stopped, as the man fell to the ground.
Artemis forgot that she was hiding, rushing towards him when something caught her eye.
No. It couldn't be...
There was a beautiful, copper skinned, ethereal woman groaning against the green grass that flowed through the night's air.
"Z-Zoë?"
"M-Milady?"
Artemis covered her mouth with her hand, tears uncontrollably falling as she couldn't believe the sight in front of her.
"W-What happened? I was watching over you, and..." She looked down at his incredibly attractive face and blushed deeply.
"Suddenly, I was rushed out of the stars, and back into this world."
Artemis hugged her best friend tightly.
"Somehow, someway, Percy Jackson has done the impossible yet again, and this might be his greatest feat yet." Artemis told a confused Zoë.
"First, let's get the young hero out and off of the cold ground."
Percy woke to two voices speaking.
"D-Did it work?" He asked, trying to get up, but his body was too weak.
"Rest, my hero. You have brought me back to life." Zoë replied, as he smiled, making both women in the room feel the butterflies.
"That's all I wanted." He commented, content.
As Percy woke the next morning, he found it very ironic.
He had the power to bend anyone to his will, and do, pretty much anything with his will power, as long as he had enough of it.
Yet. He found himself not needing to use the power, unless it was for those who disliked him, or he had spent little time around.
As he walked out of his cabin, he noticed the entire hunt, which had been multiplying its numbers ever since the end of the war, crowding around who he assumed was Zoë.
The ex lieutenant was mobbed by the hunt, but she still noticed Percy walking by. His tall, large figure was very noticeable within the crowd of fifteen, and sixteen year old girls.
He smiled when she noticed him, making the heat rise to her cheeks slightly, but then he walked past, heading for breakfast.
Zoë had the burning urge to follow him, he saved her right? This was normal.
Was it?
She looked over to her mistress for answers she didn't have, only to find Artemis staring at his retreating figure as well.
Oh gods. What have we done.
Two of the biggest sworn maidens ever, and they fall for the same man.
It was only obvious to Zoë, because she knew the look on Artemis's face, because she had the same look on her face the day she died.
Not wanting to leave him now, not wanting him to leave, even if it was just for breakfast.
Zoë walked into the pavilion, only to see Percy greet Annabeth with a good morning kiss.
It made sense, Zoë knew he liked her from the day she met him, and now he of course, was able to finally reach the blonde's heart. He could reach about anyone's he desired.
Maybe that's why it hurt.
The pain of dying was nothing to the torture it was, knowing she had no chance to prove, to fight for his love.
Now she was back, but it felt like the battle was already over.
Percy looked to Zoë, just now noticing her, and waving to her.
The lieutenant couldn't smile, and lie to his face, so she ran.
She felt so stupid for letting herself become vulnerable to her emotions because of one Perseus Jackson.
Soft tears dropped, as she sat where the forest connected with the water.
Suddenly, and ever so silently, she hadn't even noticed him approach as he sat down next to her.
Placing an arm around her shoulder, Zoë felt the warmth and couldn't hold back.
She gripped his shirt tightly, and clenched onto the idea of being in his arms for as long as she could.
"It wasn't easy for me, you were beautiful, even in death."
"To move on?"
"To love on."
Zoë's head shot up, and somehow her heart started to beat faster.
"Y-You..."
"It was stupid to love someone I couldn't have, but as a naïve young teen I didn't know any better."
"It was also my only way of reaching through the cold wall you put up."
"To make you like me..." Percy chuckled, "I should've known the feelings would bounce back."
Zoë looked him in his gorgeous eyes. There was beauty in the darkness.
"Why? All I ever did was hate your gender, and I still do."
"You had your reasons. Justifiable or not, I am not you, and you are not me. We have different views, different perspectives."
"I never wished to change your thoughts on my gender, but to prove that I was better than them."
"Prove you did, Perseus. Prove you did."
"Guess I couldn't protect you though."
Zoë didn't have to tell a single soul, that Perseus was the type of guy to blame every little thing on himself.
It was scary to think about how much self hatred he forced on himself. Almost no one hated him, but he hated himself sometimes.
"Don't ever say that. Plus, I'm here now right?" Zoë gave his cheek a light tap, when he thought she was going to slap him.
"I'm still exhausted, that took way too much effort." He complained like a child, laying down on the grass.
"Are you saying I'm not worth it?" Zoë played with an annoyed tone, that was anything but real.
Percy shot up to look her in the eye. "That's not what I-" The son of Poseidon spotted her face, holding back a healthy laugh.
"Come on, let it out." He chuckled, smiling stupidly as she burst out laughing.
"Oh I needed a good laugh! Thank you, Percy." She looked at him, only to feel his hand caress her cheek while wiping away a tear of joy that had resonated from her laughter.
Zoë's eyes flickered between his eyes, admiring them both as he moved slightly closer.
She didn't hesitate to move in, no, the ex lieutenant had been waiting all too long for this.
Watching him grow up from afar, she had spent too many nights in the stars, thinking of being right here.
When he was fourteen, he could've been considered very handsome, but maturity had only turned him into something better than a god.
Everything about him looked like perfection, and it didn't help the heat inside of the huntress that needed it's release badly.
"Zoë-"
"Shh." She cooed, raising her copper finger to her pink lips, pressing it against them in a shushing motion.
He couldn't resist it anymore, watching her soft, delicious pink lips pressed slightly against her finger, he wanted them pressed everywhere and anywhere along his body.
Both surged forward at the same time, Zoë quickly using her flexibility to bend and slide into his lap from their side by side position.
He smelled ever so delightful, and tasted amazing. His saliva was far more delicious than it should've been.
Melting into him, Zoë felt she had little energy, as if he was controlling everything about her.
Even then, the ex lieutenant managed to trace some of his scars on his bicep, enjoying how he shivered under her touch.
Her other hand spent its time in his silky, soft, messy hair that continued to be darker than night as she played with it, running her hand through the strands.
Zoë felt her heart jump as he groaned into the kiss, his hands on her slim, tight hips as she too, moaned into his mouth, their tongues starting to become active.
"B-But Annabeth..." Zoë pulled away when she realized what exactly they were doing.
"She's okay with it." He whispered, pushing Zoë back onto the grass softly, as he hovered above her lying figure.
"And I want you." Zoë knew she should've never listened to that dangerously sweet, sexy and soft tone that left his lips, yet she did and she paid the price.
Unable to resist, Zoë once again melted into his body as his lips pressed against hers passionately.
She felt his hand caressing her copper cheek while the other massaged the luscious flesh of her inner thigh, making her whimper in delight.
The huntress had such a desirable figure. Tight, slender body shaped from countless years of hunting.
Curves that, weren't as hourglass as someone like Piper, or Drew, but curves that fitted her perfectly.
Soft, tight flesh in all the right places.
It was as if, every girl he desired had the perfect body for herself.
It just made sense, divine genes doing the absolute most with the figure they were given.
And by the gods, did Zoë have those divine genes.
Her face was so ethereally beautiful, it was unfair, and the embarrassed, hot look that dawned her face as he kissed her was everything.
"Zoë why are you out here all alo-" Artemis' voice rang out from the tree line.
Both her ex lieutenant and the goddess herself froze when their eyes met.
Slowly, the goddess moved her eyes from Percy, to his hand on her thigh, and back to Zoë.
"Why?" Artemis felt tears welling up in her eyes, tears of burning jealousy, though she didn't want to admit it.
"Milady I-"
"I don't want to hear it!" Artemis yelled, trying to flash away before finding she couldn't.
Percy helped Zoë up, before walking over to the goddess who felt as if she couldn't move.
"Jealousy isn't a good look on you, Phoebe Artemis."
"I'm not jealous." The goddess growled.
Moving his face closer to hers, Percy took her hand in his.
Only then did he release his control.
"Look me in the eye, and say that again." He demanded.
"I'm not jealous!" But the goddess' eyes darted around, unable to meet his.
"Say it. Again."
"Fuck you, Jackson." Artemis snarled before grabbing his face and pulling him into a deep, passionate, desperate kiss.
Zoë watched in a shamefully aroused fashion as she watched the goddess that had preached so fiercely about hating men, controlled by a man as he gripped her large curves.
Zoë had a perfect body, and so did Artemis. Artemis was taller, and built for larger curves, which Percy took advantage of, playing with the sensual ivory flesh that was her perfect ass.
Artemis couldn't think of a better pleasure from merely his hands and lips, and she loathed it.
To speak so proudly of being a man hater, only to eventually fall to one, in everything she promised would never happen.
Lust, attraction... love.
"I hate you." Artemis whispered as they pulled away only for a second to breath, before reconnecting tightly.
She felt Percy smirk into the kiss, making her moan quietly into his mouth.
"Well this is complicated."
Zoë's voice broke them apart, as Artemis blushed a deep golden.
"Not really, you're both mine. It's simple."
A light smack on both of their asses, and the girls looked at him with utter shock.
"We're going to kill him." Zoë told her best friend.
"You better run." Artemis told him.
Percy took off running, faster than they expected.
The huntresses took off after him, but only once they had flashed each other content smiles.
They could deal with being his.
It was probably the best choice they ever made. To love Percy.
Because he never could love just one.
He'd have them all.
Sitting by the nightly campfire, Percy had ran all day, and all night from his two huntresses.
They eyed him dangerously across the light of the fire as he taunted them, by slinging his arm around Annabeth, and kissing her softly.
He could feel the burning jealousy from more than just Zoë and Artemis. Even Piper couldn't get used to the jealous feeling, despite knowing she was his, and he was hers.
Suddenly, Artemis and Zoé heard a voice in their head.
"You two want to come over tonight?" They knew who's voice it was, all too easily.
"Since when can you communicate telepathically" Artemis questioned back, Zoë unable to respond for obvious reasons.
"There's a lot of things you don't know about me goddess."
"And what do you plan to do with us, if we come over?" Artemis asked suspiciously.
"Watch a movie, talk, whatever pleases you." Percy wasn't afraid to go over the finer details.
Both huntresses flushed, their faces feeling all too warm.
"Will Annabeth be there?"
"She's busy with architecture tonight, so no."
Artemis and Zoë had a silent conversation within their eyes before Artemis looked back across the fire.
"Expect us after the campfire."
Percy smiled, even from across the large fire, the two hunters felt butterflies in their stomachs.
"I've got to go." Annabeth whispered into his ear.
"But I'm going to need you tomorrow, for some... erm, help organizing my room."
Percy leaned down and bit her ear softly. "Just say you want to get fucked, Wise Girl. Just because I have countless women at my disposal, doesn't mean I'll ever get tired of you, and sex in general."
The blonde shivered at his touch. "You're still my number one."
The daughter of Athena flashed him a bright smile.
"I'll see you tomorrow. milord." The last part. was so unnecessary, but augmented the burning lust inside of him. She swayed her hips as she walked away, to her cabin.
After Piper placed an oh so gentle kiss on his cheek, that she so badly wanted to place on his lips, Percy got up, and exited the campfire as everyone else started to.
Artemis and Zoë reached the Poseidon cabin under the cover of night, slipping inside to find a highly comfortable set up.
He had carpet over most of the floor, with very soft, comfortable pillows on both the couches and chairs.
A large flat screen TV, that was most likely built by his cyclops brother Tyson.
Tyson loved to give Percy small presents that had big surprises.
Taking their shoes off, the girls stepped inside to find Percy working in the open kitchen.
"Take a seat ladies, I'm just making some popcorn."
"Anyone want anything else?" He asked, the girls only requested water, as they watched him struggle to use the popcorn machine.
Artemis laughed at his expense, before walking around the kitchen island to help him.
It was Zoë's turn to feel the jealousy as Artemis very obviously flirted with the demigod as she explained how to make popcorn.
Running her hand along his perfectly tanned bicep, moving it around his body, the goddess coped as much of a feel as she could.
The popcorn was soon made, and the girls sat down, on either side of him.
"So what movie do you two prefer?" Zoë opened her mouth.
"Please don't say a nature documentary, I've watched way too many these last few weeks." He groaned, Annabeth had somehow convinced him to watch a few.
"The hunger games." She said.
"Oh thank the gods."
"That's me." Artemis rolled her eyes.
"Do you want a thanks then." His deep voice made the goddess shiver, moving his face dangerously close to her.
"Yes." Artemis replied shakily. With a small eep, she found his lips pressing against hers.
"Thank you." He chuckled as the goddess flushed.
The trio got about half way through the first movie, when Percy started to really care about the bodies pressing up against him.
First, he looked to his right at Zoë.
As she watched the movie with an interested gaze, he admired the way her copper skin lit up due to the light coming from the television.
Her chest was medium size, around Reyna's size, meaning they were plentiful, and more than enough to really get him going, but not as large as Piper's, or in fact, Artemis's.
One thing he loved about each and every girl, no matter their size or shape, was their ass.
So what? He was an ass guy. Every piece of ass connected to a female looked delicious and oh so fragile when his cock was lodged into them.
Zoë had a cute bubble butt, athletic, tight, firm, yet soft. Once again, complementing her toned, athletic build, it wasn't as big as some of the others, but it became increasingly sexy the more he stared at it.
Looking over to his left, he spotted the one and only, Phoebe Artemis, the biggest man hater to ever exist.
She was in her older form, he had to guess early twenties.
Rarely having seen her in this form, he assumed she only started to use it, because he wasn't going to be attracted to a thirteen year old girl.
Damn, was that body curvy.
He could see why the goddess didn't hunt in this form, for her large breasts would hinder her flexibility and ability to hold her bow without hitting them.
Her ass was... round like a sphere, yet it was not sagging at all.
This was the type of ass, each demigoddess and goddess had, in various sizes, and Artemis by far, had the best one.
Every divine ass had no sag, meaning the fat was somehow firm, and kept the ass up so nothing fell, making it look like a pillow of heavenly flesh.
It was round, firm, didn't drop at all, yet nicely large.
If the goddess wore yoga pants, he was sure she would be the sexiest thing to ever walk the planet, just by the mere globes of flesh that were so firm they denied gravity.
In his experience, every divine ass was an ass where the flesh was cut off, just before the thigh, making it drop slightly, but easily visible as separate from the thighs.
Artemis's thighs looked juicy as well, just asking to get spread apart.
It was a wonder how she had gone so long as a virgin, with the horrible world undoubtedly chasing after that ass, but Percy supposed she was a powerful, very scary woman.
Who happened to be the favourite daughter of Zeus...
Okay yeah, that makes more sense now.
Too bad for ol Zeusy, Percy was much stronger than the king now, and had many on his side.
Including his favourite daughter, who'd be begging for him tonight.
The thought of pounding Artemis into a lewd, slut like begging state, while Zeus was forced to watch, started to build in Percy's head.
Artemis looked to Percy for just a second during the movie, feeling him shift slightly.
She saw him push his strong hips slightly forward, as if to release some stress. Her eyes tracked the center of the movement to...
By the gods.
Even over his sweatpants, Artemis knew he was at least 4 inches longer than the biggest male penis she had ever seen, and it was still growing!
Years of cutting off male genitalia, never had she seen one this big, and never once had she wanted one inside of her.
Until now, and the goddess wanted it bad.
Percy suddenly felt a soft, small hand start to caress the over foot long bulge in his sweatpants.
Looking down, to Artemis's hand, she silently motioned for him to keep quiet, as she tried to help.
He groaned quietly at the feeling of her soft hand massaging his massive bulge, even though he had sweatpants, and boxers between her hand and his stiff manhood, the pleasure was evident and plentiful.
Artemis was entranced by the way rubbing his manhood could give him such pleasure. The goddess continued to stare at his perfect face, feeling little drops of her own juices start to trickle down her creamy thighs.
Zoë was far more interested in the movie than the other two. Having not seen the film before her death, she was captured by it while the other two had their fun.
About half an hour later, Zoë became saddened at a death in the film. Turning to look for Percy's reaction, she was beyond shocked as to what she found.
Artemis. Yes, the man hating, goddess of virginity, the most prolific man hater of all time, was on all fours, as her hair was brushed to the side.
Her beautiful, silky smooth, auburn hair was pushed to one side as she parted her perfect pink lips, welcoming his burning, stiff cock into her tight, warm mouth.
Percy groaned. No matter how many times he entered a perfectly tight pussy that he sought to destroy, or a warm, small throat he prepared to conquer...
There was always that single moment of bliss, where the warmth surrounded his cock, and the tongue or walls first touched his manhood.
"What the fuck?!" He heard Zoë yell, but it was far too late.
Artemis winked at him as she pushed herself down, her mouth able to take half of his size with slight resistance.
The pair ignored Zoë, which angered her, yet she felt something trickle down her slender, copper legs.
Percy felt good, but there was something missing...
"Sorry, not sorry." He grinned, before forcing Artemis's throat down on his cock, making her take his entire length.
The goddess tried to scream out, but it only created more pressure and pleasure, the vibrations running up his rod.
Zoë watched silently as her mistress' eyes widened, before they started to form tears.
Rolling back in her head, Artemis never thought there was such an action that could cause her pain, and eternal bliss within the same motion.
Turns out, being forced down on the perfect monster cock that was him, gave that very feeling.
Zoë's hand slowly dropped from her mouth, into her lap, massaging her inner thighs softly.
The lieutenant let out a sinful moan, watching her beloved best friend, defiled in front of her eyes, forced down on a cock so big, there was a outline of it showing from the outside.
"Damn, your throat is so tight, Artemis." He groaned, his head falling back slightly as the goddess hummed with delight, feeling a sense of joy.
There was a point where Zoë could no longer stand it, rushing in to cup his heavy, loaded balls with one hand, while pressing her body to his side.
"Impatient are we?" His low growl told Zoë she was far from safe, but something about it only drew her closer.
"Please." Zoë pleaded, showing him the waterfall of juices that dripped onto her sexy copper thighs.
"Desperate bitches." Percy sighed.
Pulling Artemis off of his cock, she looked disappointed, deprived of the treat she had been working so hard for.
Pinching her chin, bringing the goddess's ethereal face to his, he whispered. "Don't worry, you've done good, slut."
"D-Don't call me that."
"Or what, goddess?" He growled, "You are desperate for my cock, so you will follow my rules."
"And my rules are very simple, as there is only one."
As he stood up, his gorgeous, fourteen inch long manhood swinging in front of their faces, the two ethereal women gazed up at him.
"Obey every single thing I say."
Artemis continued to feel resistant.
"So it's like that huh?" He noticed how she felt.
In one swift motion, Percy grabbed the goddess before ripping off her clothes.
A yelp, and a few Greek curses from the huntress, she found herself bent over the couch she had just been sitting on.
Rubbing the enlarged tip of his massive cock against her large, perfect, bubbly ass, he took hold of her hips.
"Change your mind?"
"I-I will never obey you." Artemis knew what she was doing at this point.
She loved him more than she knew, if he found pleasure in punishing her, then by all means.
The goddess felt juices fly down her thick thighs, perhaps she was a little masochist.
Percy ignored her blatant lying, and slamming his entire manhood into the goddess's poor, sopping cunt.
It hurt far more the anything she had experienced, but it felt good.
It felt so good. Okay, not a little masochist, a lot masochist.
"Ugh, please fuck me Percy!" The goddess pleaded, wiggling her ass, making it flop against his hips as he refused to move after taking her precious virginity.
"What's my fucking name?!" He yelled, slapping Artemis's ass so hard, Zoë thought the red mark would become permanent.
The goddess's back arched, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she screamed. One thrust, and one smack bringing her to an orgasmic state.
"Master!" Artemis yelled, dignity to the wind, pride to the underworld and desperation as plentiful as the sea.
"That's right, now shut the fuck up, and enjoy it." He growled, slamming back into the goddess, who's body shook with each thrust.
Zoë watched as his body become automatic, breaking the goddess through the sheer size of him, while uplifting her soul to the Isle of the Blessed.
Artemis' ivory ass, the bubbly flesh, the thick thighs, everything smacked together each time he thrust, creating a lewd slapping sound that only encouraged Percy to go faster.
Her creamy, perfect ass hid his entire cock within her, each time he pushed in.
Leaning forward, Percy took his large hands, gripping the large, thick tits of his new sex toy.
Her pink nipples surrounded by sexy, pale flesh were erect as he twisted them, making the goddess shake with another orgasmic event.
His cock felt as if it was burning, in a flame of pure bliss as he buried his hot cock into her steamy cunt, the result was a goddess, slowly losing sense of anything but euphoria as the couch was hurting at how hard she was getting slammed.
"Put that fucking mouth to use, fucking slut." He growled once again, shoving a few of his fingers into her pink lips.
Artemis greedily sucked on them, running her tongue along them as if they would also bring his cum to her.
In reality, they would. Percy felt his cock throb in excitement as he watched the ever so prideful goddess, suck his fingers like a whore.
Pulling back the goddess with his other arm, he squeezed one of her large breasts while keeping her up right, while her ass was still in the same position.
Looking over at Zoë he saw the ex lieutenant, shamelessly fingering herself to the sinful scene in front of her.
Wanting to tease him, Zoë turned around, and did the splits on the couch, ass facing towards him as she began to grind her soaking pussy on one of the pillows.
"Do all your huntresses have such kinky, slutty sides? I know for a fact they all have such nice asses." Percy whispered into the goddess' ear, his hot breath traveled down her ear, as he continued to piston her through yet another orgasm.
"I wonder, fifteen, sixteen isn't such a horrible age to lose their virginities, what say you?" He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, allowing the goddess to response.
"Fuck them. Fuck them all, master! Make even the fourteen year old huntresses your little bitches!"
The goddess didn't stop there, making him grinned widely.
"I want you to break them. Make them obedient to you, and only you. Shove your monster fucking cock up their tight little asses."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Pulling out of the goddess, who fell to the couch, barely conscious, Percy walked over to the door, still naked, before opening it.
"Hello." He smiled at a teenage girl who had answered the door.
"Umm, I'm so sorry, I'll come back later!" She screamed, as soon as she saw his massive throbbing cock.
"Kayla, do not leave, that is an order." The girl stopped dead in her tracks as Artemis managed to get such a command out, despite her seemingly paralyzed state.
"M-Milady?!" The girl rushed inside, to see if anything was wrong with her mistress.
She didn't notice the sound of the door being shut, nor the tall, dark demigod standing behind her.
Only did she realize he was there, when she felt something press against her relatively small ass.
"W-What are you doing?!" She tried to act tough, but crumbled under his alpha-like gaze.
"You're mistress is mine, and now so are you."
The sixteen year old girl was petite, turning seventeen in just a week. His large hands felt like they covered her body in just seconds.
Artemis suddenly snapped her fingers, making the hunter outfit on her huntress disappear.
Kayla looked at her mistress with betrayal evident in her eyes, but she had no time to think as she was forced into Percy's lap, as he sat back down.
Her slender thighs surrounded his cock, but to the petite teen it looked like his cock was going to kill her. "Please, d-don't! It'll kill me!"
Thrusting between her thighs for a bit, Percy enjoyed how she slowly submitted to him.
"Such a tight, nice ass, yet pretty small."
Kayla for some reason, felt sad that he called her ass small.
"Don't fret Kayla, your body will mature soon, which means you will only become sexier for me."
He pulled the sixteen, almost seventeen year old into a deep kiss, feeling her small body melt into his large one.
"I'm going to put it in now." Percy told her, she looked ever so scared, but her body forced her to nod, nonetheless.
His tip didn't even fit.
The teenage huntress was so tight, his girth looked like it would actually tear her ass apart.
"I don't take no for an answer." All three girls heard him growl before he used all of his strength.
Possibly bruising the girl's curvy hips with his grip, Percy slammed her down with all of his might.
Artemis and Zoë watched how his entire length practically stabbed into their younger sister.
Kayla almost passed out from the pure pain.
His cock stretched her pussy three times it's normal length from its girth, and his length couldn't even fit all the way in.
He felt as if he was in her stomach, and there was still more.
"Take all of it, fuck, little sex doll." His harsh words did nothing but make all three girls wet, though Kayla had no time to think as he somehow forced his remaining inches inside of her.
The teenage girl felt so full, her body limp from the sheer pain.
Percy waited a minute, before raising her up, and bringing her back down.
Despite the pain, pleasure was beginning to seep through, as Kayla felt her slutty cunt desperately clinging to his veiny rod, trying to keep it inside of her.
"Oh Styx! Fuck me! Fuck your little girl, fuck your tight, helpless huntress!" Kayla screamed, finally getting to the ultimate bliss, that she was sure her mistress had felt minutes ago.
This girl was tight. She was damn tight.
Percy grit his teeth, his cock practically tore her in half, yet she was such a perfect slut, taking it all in while encouraging him to fill her entire cunt with his seed.
He briefly wondered what would happen if he let her get pregnant.
The ultimate sinful thought, of his sixteen year old slut, running around pregnant, fucking her big belly wherever he pleased...
It was a dark, harsh, unforgiving thought that would be frowned upon heavily.
Yet it was hot, and damn sexy.
"So good..." Kayla's small, pale ass rippled mightily as she slowly started to lose consciousness, this time from the pleasure over the pain.
So slutty. So perfect. Having built up his orgasm, Percy felt it nearing.
"Shit, I'm going to make you pregnant!" He told Kayla, who was about to pass out.
Artemis and Zoé had orgasms of their own as they watched him plunge his insane cock as deep as he could.
Bucking his hips, Percy felt the sheer ecstasy rush forth as he dumped litre after litre of cum into her broken hole.
The best part, was that her divine genes would repair her body, as soon as tomorrow.
The thought of fucking a hole as tight as Artemis', having two holes that tight to fuck each day.
Gods, he was living the life he deserved.
"Please tell me I'm pregnant." Kayla's last thought, feeling his hot, creamy cum fill her womb, before she passed out.
The teen wanted to be impregnated, though she wasn't sure why. The thought was enough to make her orgasm twenty times over, but there was something about bearing his children, that made it feel like she needed to do this.
Zoë and Artemis attacked the younger girl's roughly fucked cunt, lapping up as much cum as they could.
It was by far, the greatest thing, ever.
The seventeen year old, ex lieutenant suddenly felt her body ripped away from the couch.
"You and me, we have some catching up to do, don't we?" Percy grinned.
Zoë gulped, feeling his already recovered cock press against her toned, copper stomach.
"Make me see the stars, make Thalia see the stars, make everyone see the stars, master."
Percy thought of the daughter of Zeus.
Her thick, pale, creamy thighs. Aside from the hair and eyes, a shorter, more petite version of Artemis.
The sexy, sky blue eyes that just begged him to fuck her.
He wanted to make someone watch him break Thalia. Whether it was Jason, Zeus, or merely some demigod who became hard every time he thought of the current lieutenant.
He wanted someone to be in the torturous pleasure of watching him fucking the daughter of Zeus, without being able to fuck her themselves.
"For that image you just gave me, this load is all for you, slut."
Zoë screamed forth, as her precious virginity was taken.
Suddenly, Artemis felt multiple hands grab her.
"Calm down, Artemis. They are all under my control."
The goddess looked up to see three identical versions of Percy, standing above her.
The only difference, was that only the original had emotion in his gorgeous eyes.
"As a goddess, you should be able to take an extra rough fucking, hmm?" He grinned as the clones grabbed the nervous goddess.
Zoë bounced her luscious, sexy hips atop his cock, bringing her immense pleasure.
Artemis felt three cocks roughly enter her, through each three holes.
She passed out half an hour later, her ivory skin, covered in three layers of thick, creamy, hot cum.
Zoë was in a limp state, getting pounded by just a single cock still left her unable to do anything but scream.
With two sexy, ethereal huntresses already passed out, Zoë was the last standing.
The ex lieutenant knew she was done, that she would pass out within the next five minutes, as she looked up to see five cocks swinging in front of her face.
Gripping two with her hands, one in her mouth, the other two clones stood and jerked off to the sight.
Percy saved her anal virginity for another date, he felt like being kind today.
Zoë's throat was fucked, her hands were fucked, her super tight, amazing cunt was battered and fucked.
Pearly white cum ran all over her body, as she fell against the original Percy, who had came inside of her forcefully after making all the clones disappear.
"You're perfect, Zoë." Her master kissed her softly, more passionately than her sensitive body could handle.
Moaning one last time, Zoë smiled lewdly. "I love you, Percy."
Master was for sex, and he was glad she had caught on.
He could love all these girls normally, for he did love them.
Their bodies however, he would ravage till the end of time.
But he doubted they would have it any other way.
"I love you too, Zo."