AN: In case any of you are wondering if I have a thing for short girls, let me be clear. Percy is six foot five. The girls are not short. He is just tall.... this happens to me a lot irl.
Time: Next Morning
Percy sat on the dining room floor, in front of the table, having a light breakfast.
He surveyed the spotless room, remembering all the shouting, the fighting that had occurred in this very room. The same site of lots of laughter every night.
Repairing it had not been easy. The Dark, decaying power lay thick in the room, choking and suffocating.
Onto other matters, where was Thalia? She was still asleep when he had carried her all the way from the beach to her room, laying her on the bed and pulling up the covers as he switched on the AC. Thalia momentarily grumbled at the loss of his warmth, before she snuggled into the numerous pillows in her bed, and promptly fell back asleep.
The two of them had lived up to their words, sleeping on the sand on the beach, entangled in each others' limbs, until Percy had risen with the sun. Thalia's scent was still fresh on his mind, her softness bringing a slight tingle to his skin and a golden tint to his cheeks.
His golden cheek was pinched. "Ooh, is the big, bad Dark god blushing?" A teasing voice whispered right in his ear, making his cheeks heat up even more.
Suppressing his blush, the shirtless god pushed himself away from the table with a fluid movement. There was a yelp, and without looking back, Percy reached behind him, effortlessly drawing the Oracle into his lap with one arm.
His breakfast was almost finished anyway, and he ignored the bowl of cereal. He did not like the sugary treat- they did not produce his favourite cereal anymore, anyway.
Rachel was in a bridal position in Percy's lap as he sat on the floor.
Her lush red hair fell in a fiery waterfall of soft silk. Her vibrant green eyes, wide with surprise, and dark with slight arousal, sparkled in the light as they roamed his bare chest and toned abs, trying to burn the sight permanently into her memory. There was a slight, cute spattering of a few freckles on her cheeks, lost in her quickly reddening face. Her cute, button nose was tinged red, steam coming out of her red ears. Her soft, pink lips were parted slightly as she panted in surprise at Percy's sudden move.
His eyes wandered lower.
Rachel never seemed to have a shirt on, at least, Percy had never seen her with a shirt on, during her stay at Ogygia. Must be the tropical heat getting to her.
Or.... it was her way of seduction.
Even now, she was only wearing a small, green silk bikini top, held together by long strings that showed her entire cleavage, just leaving her nipples and part of her boobs out of sight. The erect nubs of sensitive flesh on her massive tits poked through the thin fabric of her bikini top. Her boobs were comparable to Aphrodite's, firm and round, yet soft and large- not the love goddess' size 7 basketballs, but much smaller, a 'mere' B- cup. They were two heavenly pillows of soft, warm flesh, straining against her small top, the fabric sinking into her soft flesh as her tits jiggled with every breath she took.
Her smooth, pale skin seemed to glisten tantalizingly in the light. Her creamy shoulders had taken a red tinge as she blushed to her neck at their position. Percy's eyes wandered down her soft stomach that was perfect on her curvy, hourglass figure, to her grey shorts, which ended mid-thigh, leaving her thick, luscious thighs open to his viewing pleasure. He felt her soft, bubble butt pressing against his crotch, and was thankful for his enchanted boxers that Annabeth had somehow gotten from... somewhere.
Her pleasant, soothing scent of fresh paint, intermixed with the lemony scent of her shampoo, stimulated his nasal faculties.
He poked her burning cheek the same way she had. "I could say the same for you, o all-seeing, divine Oracle."
"S-shut up, Percy." She seemed to blush even deeper, if that was even possible.
He continued, "Seeing what you are wearing, I would say you are trying to make me blush. Then, why wear even this?"
He tugged at one of the silk strings towards the bottom of her cleavage, not enough to have her top come undone, but he made sure to brush his fingers against her smooth, cool skin. He noted with veiled satisfaction how she shivered at his small touch, and goosebumps spread across her skin.
She slapped away his hand, making him pout.
"Ke-keep yo-your hands off, Per-CY!" She squealed in a high pitched tone when he blew into her ear, holding her close to his bare chest as he buried his face in her hair, smiling.
Her soft, smooth skin felt delicious against the bare skin of his broad, muscular chest. Her lively warmth gave a pleasant feeling coupled with her cool skin as her massive chest was mashed against his, her erect nipples poking his skin through the thin fabric separating them.
He leaned down to place soft kisses down her slender neck, making the girl in his lap writhe in pleasure as she tried to suppress her moans, slapping a hand over her mouth. "Wh-what are you doing?"
Percy hummed against her skin, making the Oracle shiver in his arms. "I'm claiming what is rightfully mine. We missed.... doing stuff when we were together- before I got together with Annabeth. I have several years' worth of love and sex to make up for, don't I? Do you think you can keep up?"
Rachel blushed even harder at that point, and Percy found himself wondering if all the blood in her body was rushing to her burning face. It represented a bucket of red paint.
He knew all his immortal ichor was rushing lower.
"W-wait. What are you doing?" She weakly tried to resist as Percy toyed with her body, leading her with soft touches, and her body obediently followed his unspoken commands as if she were his pet. She fit perfectly in his arms, and though her mind screamed at her to stop, a traitorous part reminded her that this was Percy- he could do whatever he wanted to her, and she wouldn't say anything. Her body was tingling in long-forgotten ways- the last time she had experienced this pleasure was when she had been with Percy all those years ago.
And his smile.... Rachel knew that she would allow him to bend her over a couch and do whatever he wanted to her body as long as he continued to smile at her.
Percy hummed, finally brushing her soft lips with his. Sparks run through both of their bodies as Percy planted soft, quick and chaste kisses on Rachel's puffy pink lips.
"Painter, so you think you can take a job?" Percy whispered against Rachel's lips.
She remained unresponsive, her eyes glazed over in lust, her swollen pink lips parted. Percy gave her a gentle shake to wake her from her entranced state.
"Huh?" She jolted out of her lust-infused reverie, her cheeks heating up rapidly as blood rushed to her face.
"I want you to draw something."
"And you had to do that to tell me-"
Percy cut her off as he leaned in close, pressing his lips against her ear, lightly nibbling her ear. "I want you to strip naked, stand in front of a mirror and paint a picture of yourself. I will hang it in my bathroom." He kissed her inflamed cheek gently, completely contrasting his words, and ignored her indignant, embarrassed sputtering. "Maybe you can show me how you work when you do it."
Rachel's face was hotter than the sun, as her eyes glazed over in barely contained lust as she imagined the situation. Kinky.
Before he could tease her any further, his sensitive, godly hearing picked up the sound of soft humming.
Fuck.
His muscles kicked into overdrive, as he sprang from his seat, carrying Rachel bridal style. He moved with such speed as if she did not exist at all, as he sat her down on the repaired island, handing her an empty glass. Acting faster than he ever did, he sprang back into his seat on the floor, in front of the table, as he drew his bowl closer, violently shoving the last spoonful of disgusting cereal into his mouth.
"Hey, good morning, Pe-Percy!" Piper's face heated at an alarming rate as her kaleidoscopic eyes roved over Percy's bare chest, much like Rachel's had done. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she ogled the bare form of her crush, unable to tear her eyes away. Her jaw hung limp for a moment as she drooled over his chiselled frame, her pink lips parted.
Realising that she was gawking at the smoking hot Dark god, she looked around the dining room for other things to distract herself from the heat spreading through her core.
Her eyes fell on Rachel, still dazed, still holding the empty glass in her hand, clad only in a small green bikini top and shorts.
"What is she wearing?!" The daughter of Aphrodite screeched, jealousy and animosity for the redheaded Oracle thick in her voice.
Time: A Few Minutes Later
"What were you doing with her?!" Piper interrogated the unfortunate son of Poseidon as they jogged along the beach. Percy was towards the sea, not bothered by the water lapping at his feet, clad in the same shorts he was wearing since the day before, and a sleeveless Sabaton 'Heroes' t-shirt.
His godly earphones were plugged into his ears, his personal Sabaton Spotify playlist playing on shuffle. He slightly nodded his head as he jogged beside the daughter of Aphrodite, not outright headbanging to the high energy beat of Counterstrike, Joakim's voice speaking the lyrics at a high speed.
He shrugged in response, pointing towards his earphones to say that he could not hear her, though her words were clear as crystal even through the heavy metal.
The sun was up, bathing the tropical island in its golden light. The scorching heat of the day was yet to come at full force, but Percy could feel himself sweating slightly. The perennial tropical sea breeze helped to alleviate the heat a bit, buffeting his, and ruffling his messy raven hair. Seagulls and other birds soared in the sky, calling shrilly to one another, joined by the gentle sound of leaves rustling as the palm trees that lined the beach swayed in the breeze.
His mind was not on the song, nor on the beautiful weather around him. His dark sea-green eyes were blatantly ogling the girl he was running with.
Piper, one of the Seven, daughter of Aphrodite, 23 years old when she was given partial immortality, with her immortal mother volunteering her to his harem.
The brown hair of the half-Cherokee girl was pulled back in a ponytail, a single lock braided with a red coloured harpy feather. Blonde highlights ran down her ponytail. Her sun-kissed, perfectly tanned skin glistened with sweat, golden in the light of day. Her kaleidoscopic eyes swirled in a variety of colours, a feature unique to her, out of all children of Aphrodite. Percy could easily appreciate the love genes flowing through her veins, though she had inherited a part of her drop-dead gorgeous look from her Cherokee father.
But only her face did not exhaust the list.
She was by far the biggest cocktease at Camp.
Her massive boobs, on the later half of the D-cup spectrum, swung and madly jiggled as she jogged, despite the tight, restraining bra she wore.
Percy briefly wondered if all the girls on the island possessed the perfect pair of large, firm, soft, round with absolutely no sag, tits that every hot-blooded male envisioned. He did not know. So far, all the girls he had seen- even Athena and Drew- had the same, identical pair of perfect tits, but Percy did not want variety. Must be some godly thing. There were some slight differences in size, but otherwise... the only three who had RELATIVELY small chests were the Little Big Three, but they were only fifteen. Percy felt a bit grossed out that he was estimating his sisters' boob sizes, but... godly genes.
You could find no complaint coming from him.
Her white shirt stuck to her skin with sweat, almost turning transparent, and allowing Percy to see her golden skin, and toned stomach through the white fabric. Her cheeks had assumed a slightly pink tinge as she felt his eyes roving her body, mentally undressing her, but she did not stop his ogling, nor did Percy care.
His mind provided him an image, mother and daughter, the pale-skinned Aphrodite and the golden-skinned Piper, pressing their massive boobs to his face. His face was wrapped in a warm sea of milky, soft, smooth and warm, tit-flesh. Large, erect nipples, pink and chocolate brown, glistened with saliva. He wondered if he could milk the two, like his lewd, private, pet dairy.
Hmm... maybe he could add Ruby, too, to the mother and two daughters trio.
Percy felt the lion roar again, his massive erection pressing harshly against his enchanted boxers, making him uncomfortable, the discomfort making it difficult for him to keep pace with the woman he was fantasizing about.
Falling behind had its perks, though.
He had a prime view of Piper's toned ass, stretching her track pants taught. Her curvy body, toned stomach leading to a wide, childbearing waist, giving her a perfect hourglass figure much like her mother and siblings.
"Stop staring at my ass, Pervy."
Percy ignored the jab at his name, instead retorting, "What can I do? I have quite the sweet tooth, I find."
Piper blushed again at his implications, though Percy could not see it. "You're a terrible flirt."
Percy did not respond. Piper continued, in a jealous tone now. "And-and you are constantly flirting with all the girls, acting like a playboy, and the others seem to enjoy it, too, constantly hogging you all to themselves." She ranted, "This morning, too, Rachel was showing sooo much skin in front of you, and she was making moony eyes at you. She-she-" Her voice trembled.
She was suddenly tackled to the ground. The daughter of Aphrodite twisted to meet Percy's dark sea-green eyes with her own. She felt tears welling in her eyes, and unknowingly, her kaleidoscopic eyes changed to reflect her crush's shade.
Percy pinned her to the sand, hoping desperately that she had not noticed his discarded, dirty shirt lying just a few feet away. He did not want her knowing that he had spent the night with Thalia right there, just after her rant.
He felt a fierce protectiveness rise up in his chest as he saw tears in her eyes. His heart broke at the shade her eyes had changed to. His own.
A drop of water hit Piper's cheek.
She hiccuped, trying to stifle the sobs threatening to escape from her throat. "Wh-why are you crying? I thought I was supposed to be the crybaby here, Dark god."
Percy snorted. "I'm not crying, Beauty Queen." His voice trembled, notwithstanding.
He cupped her cheek tenderly, "Your eyes are so perfect, beautiful. Not broken and insane like mine."
"Oh," Piper spoke in a small voice. They remained silent for some time, neither bothering to change their position, Piper enjoying the feeling of being pinned beneath the dominating son of Poseidon.
Percy laughed, breaking the uncomfortable silence with a beautiful sound. "How did we come to this? I was just ogling you some seconds ago."
Piper allowed herself a small smile. Feeling a burst of confidence, she eyed Percy's lips. "I see nothing stopping you from taking it to the next step."
Percy raised an eyebrow, but his snide remark was cut off when Piper leaned up, pressing her lips to his in a chaste kiss.
Percy gasped when she broke away a few moments later. His mind had gone blank for that few moments, even though he had had much better kisses. The sweet taste of her lips still lingered on his. "How..."
Piper smiled sheepishly. She had unconsciously let some love magic slip into the kiss.
"I lost control." Her eyes searched his face, again feeling a bit insecure. "Will you stay with me a few hours?"
Percy cupped her cheek, pecking her lips softly again. "I'll stay as long as you want me to."
Piper grinned up at him, her dark sea-green eyes, identical to his, shining with emotion. "Now, I want more, Dark god. Hot and steamy."
Percy cocked a grin. "Are you now going to call me that?"
Piper parted her soft lips to respond, but Percy did not allow her to as he swooped down to claim her lips with his own, dominating the kiss as he slipped his tongue into her mouth for a French kiss.
Hot and steamy, just as she had requested.
In his ears, ignored in favour of the hot and sexy girl pinned beneath Percy, Joakim continued singing, "Come suck my metal machine!"
Time: A few hours later
"Just a minute." Percy gritted his teeth as he injected himself with the first syringe of the day, one of many more to come.
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply to calm himself as he pushed the clear serum into his immortal bloodstream. Slowly, with a slight sting in his arm, the pounding of the cannons in his head went away, and so did Annabeth's mutilated corpse, fading into the dark realms of his nightmares.
Pain, he could take. War, he could take. The only nightmares he could not bear were Smelly Gabe and Annabeth. Two people so different, one a demon from hell, the other a beautiful apparition from heaven, one fuelling fear in life, the other fuelling fear in death.
"Are you okay? We can call off the sparring session for later." A soft, worried voice spoke in his ear.
Percy shook his head, inhaling deeply as he discarded the empty syringe, rubbing the swollen spot where he had injected himself.
He opened his eyes a minute later, standing up, ready for the spar.
"You really shouldn't be doing this if you are not ready."
Pervy allowed himself a cocky grin as he examined his opponent. "I think I will thrash you even if I am sick, powerless and unarmed."
Long, silky black hair done in an elegant braid with thin gold threads and thrown over her shoulder. Dark onyx eyes brimming with disguised worry. A royal, aristocratic face that belonged to a goddess. Smooth, tanned, golden skin, slightly lighter than his own skin tone.
Reyna snorted. "We both know you will."
She was wearing an enchanted sports bra that contained her tits, so that it did not get in her way during combat. The mechanism was similar to Percy's boxers. Although he could not estimate just how large her breasts were- she always kept her enchanted sports bra on- he knew they were large enough to force her to wear enchanted underwear. Her cleavage was clearly visible, her smooth, golden skin leading to the dark shadows of enchantments. The enchantments almost made her look, and feel, flat-chested.
His eyes wandered down. Smooth tanned skin glistened with sweat on her slim, tanned stomach, with slight abs. Sexy. Her luscious thighs, hidden by the thin fabric of her mid-length yoga pants, tight on her long, slender legs. Unfortunately, they ended at her calves, hiding most of her skin from his view. Her ass was her most attractive feature when her tits were concealed behind her enchanted sports bra, stretching the fabric of her yoga pants tight, threatening to rip at any moment, but somehow, Reyna managed to spar in that. Toned, firm flesh of a perfect behind, hidden behind thin, black fabric.
So easy to tear.
Reyna snapped her fingers, making Percy look up to her red face. Despite the blush on her face, a furious glare was directed at him. "Rules." She growled through gritted teeth.
It was Percy's turn to blush, remembering his time at New Rome, when he had shamelessly flirted, and even slept with many female legionnaires, while he humiliated the males in combat.
"No powers allowed." Percy nodded his head gravely, if he used his powers, then not only Reyna, but Ares, too, would be flattened. She continued, "No groping in the middle of a battle. No ripping apart clothes in the middle of a battle." For emphasis, she tugged at her thin yoga pants.
Percy raised his hand, like a child in school. "Yes?" Reyna snapped at him, knowing something irritating was about to follow.
"Wouldn't it be better then, if you fought without those clothes on, because they sure look like they are about to rip."
A furious punch launched itself at Percy's face, aiming to break his nose and knock out a few teeth at one go.
Nonchalantly, he tilted his head to the side, letting Reyna's fist crash into the concrete wall beside his head. Solid concrete crunched, and worried about her health, Percy felt thankful that Calypso had forced her to wear enchanted wraps on her fists at all times.
"Shut up." The daughter of Bellona growled, feeling humiliated.
Percy blew her a kiss, before jumping aside to avoid the knee aimed at his groin.
He stood loosely, clad in the slightly dirty t-shirt he had been wearing while with Piper. Reyna slammed her foot into the end of her spear, making it soar into her hand gracefully. She held it up, pointing it at the unarmed god.
"Draw your weapon."
In response, Percy raised his two fists, finally getting into a combat position, as he crouched low, his knees bent in anticipation.
Reyna raised an eyebrow. "Your arrogance will be your undoing."
Percy allowed himself a cocky grin. "We'll see."
The dojo was a wonderful place, where many girls spent at least three hours every day, either working out or sparring. It was located on the ground floor itself, beside the showers, which were rarely used. It had several buttons on a control panel right beside the entrance. One could select to work out at a regular mortal gym, a godly gym, or spar with dummies or other combatants, barehanded or with weapons.
Percy weaved through Reyna's expert stabs, jabs and swipes, his reflexes kicking into overdrive as his body moved on muscle memory. He ducked beneath a swipe at his head, slapping away the sharp tip of the spear as he tried to close the distance between them, forced away as Reyna jumped back, again with her dratted Imperial Gold spear in front of her.
Percy rolled to the side as she jabbed repeatedly at him, rising to his feet, his knees bent in preparation to lunge at her. He was forced back, however, forced to evade as she swiped at his feet.
He might have bitten off more than he could chew.
The ex-Praetor was untouchable, as she kept him at bay with the longer reach of her weapon. Percy's bare fists only posed a problem, albeit a serious one, in close quarters. With his powers cut off, his weapons taken away, Percy was helpless, as long as she succeeded in evading his strength.
She had him on the back foot. She could win this. With renewed vigour, Reyna resumed her attacks, seeking to end this as quickly as possible, swiping and jabbing and lunging in quick succession.
What never failed to piss Percy off, was how people continued to forget that he was capable of strategic planning, especially in case of a battle. Granted, it was a skill he developed a bit late, but still, folks!
Exploiting Reyna's obvious intention to keep him at a distance, and her nervousness, Percy danced around her spear, just outside of her reach, occasionally stepping in as if to attack, and threatening Reyna to execute complex evasive manoeuvres in the middle of her relentless barrage.
Slowly, but surely, he was tiring her out as she continued to wield her heavy spear. Even strength and stamina like the Roman ex-Praetor's, couldn't last forever. Her moves became sloppy, her footing faltering.
Seeing his opportunity, Percy sidestepped a careless, sloppy jab, immediately securing a firm grip on Reyna's weapon. With a mighty tug, the battle came to an end as the off-balance Roman was sent flying towards the god, connected by her firm grip on her captive spear.
Wasting no time, Percy violently wrenched her spear from her hands, throwing the Imperial Gold weapon aside as he slammed his upper arm into her throat, making the ex-Praetor gag and choke as he pinned her to the wall. Her arms were captive, held by his other hand, pinned above her head. She was held up by a knee between her legs.
Fearfully, she opened her eyes, her onyx gaze meeting dark, sea green orbs barely centimetres from her face. Reyna could feel Percy's warm breath on her face, his lips almost brushing hers, his intoxicating, musky scent overwhelming her mind. His strong arms holding her captive, one arm cutting off her airflow, choking her slightly, the other restrained her.
Reyna was by no means short, standing taller than most others in the legion, but Percy was... the epitome of everything masculine, and dominant in every aspect, dwarfing the other males through the sheer power rolling off of him, that marked him as a natural alpha. His genes aggressive, his love rough.
Her sheer helplessness as Percy dominated her shorter frame, sent jolts of arousal coursing through her core, and Reyna prayed to all the gods who would listen to her, that the Dark, smoking hot immortal restraining her would not be able to feel her warmth, and increasing wetness, her aroused womanhood separated from his knee only by her panties and a thin layer of black fabric.
His knee was pressing against her wet, aroused pussy, and no matter how hard Reyna tried to keep her arousal to a minimum, her sweet, warm honey escaping her throbbing, needy cunt.
A cocky grin was all that told her that Percy knew how lustful she felt in that position. She averted her eyes, refusing to meet his, humiliated and ashamed at her body's reactions.
A harsh grip jerked her chin, forcing her face to meet his. Reluctantly, Reyna met Percy's fierce eyes, clouded with burning lust.
"No need to be ashamed, Praetor." He purred predatorily, his voice sweet and inviting, yet his tongue so sharp that one could cut oneself if they were not careful. "I like you as you are. Submissive. Mine."
And his sweet lips descended upon hers, his harsh aggressiveness, his tall, muscular, superior frame roughly dominating her smaller, delicate body.
Percy kissed her roughly, trying to convey all the raw emotions coursing through his being in a steamy kiss.
And she kissed back, with equal, if not greater, enthusiasm.
AN: Alright, so I was gonna insert a nice meme here, but I forgot what I was gonna write... sooo..... I would have updated yesterday, but got held up solving Maths exercises that I hoped I had left behind when I graduated from school, for my little brothers and sisters.
Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)