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The door swung shut behind an exhausted Percy, returning to his apartment from the gym. Sweat ran down his skin as if he were the god of workouts. His muscles ached, but pleasantly so.
Percy caught a whiff of himself as he set his things down. He blinked several times. It was time for a shower, he decided.
Unfortunately, the gods had other plans for Percy. One god in particular.
“You are filthy.”
Percy spun around, then recognized the voice and winced. “Workouts tend to do that, yeah. I would’ve thought you were familiar with the concept, Lady Athena.”
The brunette goddess glared at him from across his living room, her face the perfect description of angry mother-in-law. Percy tried to bite back his sarcasm for Annabeth’s sake, he really did, but he found his strength lacking at the moment.
“So, did you need something, or are you just here to insult me?” Percy asked.
“I believe I can manage both, boy,” Athena said, her eyes hard as steel. She stood up and crossed the room in a few swift strides.
Gods had the freedom to choose their appearance, so it didn’t surprise Percy they all liked to look hot, but he would’ve assumed Athena didn’t care so much for that, given her oath of maidenhood.
She was fair and tall, with long, curly hair the color of dark chocolate. Her jeans were torn along the knees and thighs, and they hugged her hourglass figure like a second skin. Athena’s top was a thin white button up that left little to the imagination, and her black bra was clearly visible beneath it.
The goddess had left the first few buttons undone, it seemed because the shirt simply couldn’t contain her ample cleavage. It took all of Percy’s will to keep his eyes on Athena’s, and not just because of her glare.
Athena kept walking forward when she reached Percy, forcing him back against the wall. She planted her hands on either side of his head and leaned forward, her face full of disgust and disdain. “You are filthy.”
Percy blanched at her repeated insult. He knew he reeked, but he didn’t know what was going on here or what she wanted, and he had a sinking feeling it wasn’t just to call him gross.
“Yup, I’m your filthy, disgusting, no-good son-in-law, now did you want something or can I go get a shower?”
Something about what he had said caused Athena’s face to twitch, but now her eyes were bright and dangerous. Her nostrils flared. She stared Percy down with a look that seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place it.
“I mean more than your body, you fool,” she said, her low voice enunciating each word, as if they were chosen with care. “You are filthy to your very core. Your thoughts, your desires, your body. All of you.”
Percy was familiar with the idea of using words as weapons, and that thought came to mind now. It wasn’t what she said, but how Athena said it. She had this way of speaking that made each word sharp like a knife, so even insults that wouldn’t normally bother you left scars behind.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I don’t care,” he growled. “Either tell me what you want in plain English, or leave.”
She stared at him, and Percy felt like she was dissecting him with her eyes. He felt vulnerable for the first time under her gaze. Normally, he felt like she was either looking through him or glaring daggers at him. Now, it was as if she were undressing him, laying him completely bare, aware of all his weaknesses and vulnerabilities. He looked away, uncomfortable.
Then she leaned forward and sniffed his neck.
“Vile,” Athena said in a quiet, pleased voice.
Percy gulped audibly. If this were anyone else, he would’ve had a pretty good idea of where this was headed. However, Athena hated him. She had for years. He knew that, and took comfort in it.
Unfortunately for Percy, he had never really questioned why the goddess of wisdom hated him. It really was his own ignorance that got him into the most trouble.
“Yup, your son-in-law is so gross,” he said loudly, pressing himself against the wall behind him as closely as he could.
Athena stepped closed, her nose brushing Percy’s throat, making him yelp. “My son-in-law is filthy,” she agreed, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Percy laughed nervously. “So,” he said, trying to get away from this situation more than to make sense of it, “what did you want, Lady Athena?”
“You sound so nervous,” Athena said, running her hand along Percy’s jaw. She kissed his neck before meeting his eyes. “Don’t worry. I want to help you.”
RED FLAG! RED FLAG! Percy’s mental alarms were going off like someone had tripped every siren at a police department. Anytime a god said they wanted to help you, you needed to run. But Athena had him literally pinned to a wall, and Percy was weak after working out, so fighting was not an option.
Athena got closer, until their noses touched. Percy’s breathing stopped, even as his heart rate skyrocketed.
“Can’t believe I didn’t think of this- didn’t realize it sooner,” Athena said, more to herself, than Percy. Her eyes had softened, yet they were just as intense as before. Less like steel, more like summer storm clouds. Violent, passionate, hot.
Percy finally figured out where he knew that look from. He saw it every night in the bedroom.
That didn’t make sense. It wasn’t possible.
And then Athena kissed him, her eyes shutting tight and her hands wrapping around him.
Percy froze, his eyes wide. He watched, unperceiving, as Athena made out with him. Despite Percy responding with all the enthusiasm of a statue, Athena was passionate, as if she’d been bottling this up for a long time.
Her eyes crinkled the same way Annabeth’s did when she was feeling it, something Percy found cute in the daughter, yet didn’t know how to feel about with the mother. Her lips dominated his, her tongue explored his mouth with the earnestness of someone who had never done this before.
After a few minutes she pulled away, not satisfied but sated. Percy remained frozen.
He felt her gaze analyzing him, and was vaguely aware of a small look of pride she quickly hid. The one brain cell Percy had working thought she had deduced he was frozen from surprise, but assumed at least part of that was because of her skill.
Athena pressed her forehead to Percy’s, her eyes very soft now, almost loving. “You asked what I wanted. You are filthy. I want to make you clean.”
She slid her fingers under his gym shorts and began sliding them down. “I cannot allow my daughter to be taken advantage of by such a dirty,” Athena slid to her knees as the shorts fell around Percy’s ankles, “disgusting,” she dropped his boxers, and his massive, sweaty erection smacked her in the face, “filthy cock any longer,” she cooed.
Percy watched as Athena, goddess of wisdom and mother of his wife, smacked herself in the face with his cock with a look of pure awe. She breathed in his rank scent and shivered. The look in her eyes was one of pure devotion, the way common men of Greece once looked at her.
In fairness, Percy had quite the impressive specimen. It was massive, long and thick, and so heavy it bowed under its own weight. Athena traced the veins that ran up and down its length with her slender fingertips. She giggled each time it pulsed in response to her touch.
A jolt ran up Percy’s each time Athena smacked herself in the face with his length, part pleasure, part shock. He had no idea what was happening with Athena or why, and it had taken him a long time to process it was happening at all. He was vaguely aware he needed to stop this.
Then Athena pressed her lips to the head of his cock in a tender kiss, which she deepened until she had engulfed his bulbous head between her lips. Athena batted her eyelashes at him while flicking her tongue along Percy’s urethra.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned, taking two fistfuls of Athena’s hair as he doubled over. She held his waist to help stabilize him. Percy was annoyed when he felt her smile around his prick.
Athena released him, but only so she could bathe his cock and balls with her tongue, not satisfied until she had scrubbed every inch clean, gotten in every nook and cranny. It took several minutes, but eventually Percy’s dick was absolutely spotless.
Then Athena kept going, mainly because she liked the way Percy swore while she teased him.
She matched insult for insult, calling him something like her unclean fool each time he said something like she was a crazy bitch of a mother-in-law.
Yet even as Percy cursed her and swore to tell Annabeth, he pressed Athena’s face into his crotch, in love with her tongue. Annabeth had never been one for blowjobs, so Percy couldn’t imagine she could do better.
It felt so good, Percy wondered if Athena had practiced. She was the type to come prepared. Even so, she must have been practicing for years, centuries even, to be this good.
Yet even all that wouldn’t explain the little things. Athena had cock-sucking skills to surpass Aphrodite, but more than that, she had the perfect mouth for it.
Her lips were large and soft, yet firm and well defined. They weren’t just massive pillows the way her breasts were, they provided just the right amount of resistance to be pleasing, yet just the right amount of give to be satisfying.
Athena’s saliva was thick and sticky. Her mouth was always coated in it, as was Percy’s dick. Once, she took the first few inches of Percy in to coat him all at once, then gave him a sultry look as she pulled back and opened her mouth wide, revealing several strands tethering her lips together, as well as his member to her mouth.
Percy’s knees buckled. He wasn’t sure how he remained standing after that.
But worse than all of that was her tongue. Gods, her tongue. Percy could see why Athena claimed he needed to be cleaned by her mouth, at least partly. It was fit to be called divine.
There was no question that centuries of talent and skill had gone into her technique, but more than that, Percy was obsessed by the way it felt. Athena’s tongue caressed every curve of his cock like they had been lovers all their lives, it danced along his length with a glee he hadn’t known Athena was capable of, and it teased him to the brink of madness.
Athena’s tongue had this subtle texture to it, Percy had never felt anything like it before. Because of that, her otherwise soft tongue provided a stunning friction when it moved.
The sweat that had coated his member and balls was all gone, but its flavor remained, and Athena lapped at that flavor now.
His moans weren’t enough to drown out the wet slurping sounds coming from below, as Athena went to town on his cock.
She smiled around his length, eager to feel every inch of his skin. Percy poked her cheek as hard as he could, delighted by the resistance and the way Athena licked his meat.
Percy ran a hand through his hair as she swallowed him deeper, deeper, until he met her gag reflex and passed it. Determination was always one of Athena’s strengths, and she was determined to take Percy’s full length, even if it was uncomfortable and hard.
He felt the back of her neck and tried to adjust his angle, but Athena held him in place and forced his way down her throat.
The pressure was immense. It was tight, even more so than Annabeth’s pussy. Percy would’ve fallen if Athena wasn’t holding him.
She couldn’t adjust to his length, as she gagged violently, but she still held him there, like there was no other place she’d rather him be.
Athena tried to swallow, and while it felt uncomfortable, and it made her choke, it had the intended effect.
Percy swore, and he held onto her for dear life.
After another minute, she had to breathe, so Athena slid off his cock just long enough for a breath of air. Then she swallowed Percy whole, enjoying his gentle moans.
They repeated this pattern for a while, until Percy finally started to take charge.
Athena was great, but too slow. He picked up the pace, slamming into her face with his hips over and over.
Even though he couldn’t get as deep going so fast, Athena gagged every time the head of Percy’s prick came crashing into the back of her throat.
He was fast, but erratic. Percy only had a few moments left before he came. He glanced down at Athena, and what he saw sent him over the edge.
The goddess was in a puddle of her own cum. Her eyes were glazed over and that stupid smile hadn’t left her face.
Percy Jackson had fucked the maiden goddess of wisdom, Athena, silly. She came, more than once, it looked like, from giving him the best blowjob of his life.
It seemed a shame to keep her reward waiting.
He shot globs of hot, white spunk down her throat and into her gut. She gagged, and he pulled back into her mouth which he filled to bursting. Finally Percy covered Athena’s face, neck and breasts with his pearls.
Percy collapsed and tried to catch his breath. It felt like Athena had sucked part of his soul out of him. That took everything he had.
She looked much better in some ways and much worse in others. Athena swallowed all the cum in her mouth, though some still leaked out. She set about scooping it all up and cleaning herself then, giggling as she burped loudly.
It was like she was cum drunk. Percy didn’t even know that was a real thing.
Athena rubbed some of his seed into her cheek like it was a lotion. Her eyelids fluttered as she breathed him in.
”I look forward to cleaning you up again, Percy,” Athena said, then she vanished without another word.
Percy blinked. He was dressed and clean. The door opened.
“Percy? You alright?” Annabeth asked, noting he was on the floor.
He gulped. They had an agreement not to get mad about gods being weird, but this was a new level.
Well, they also had an agreement to solve all disagreements with revenge sex, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.