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A Vision of Beauty (Percy Jackson)
🕑 Added 2018-10-26 20:58:47 +0000 UTCWeekly Poll Winner
Themes: Loving Sex, Seduction, Breeding
Summary: In a world where not all of the minor gods retreated from Olympus, a certain nymph, daughter of Poseidon, looks out into the world and sees an opportunity. Hera has cursed her half-brother Perseus with amnesia and left him to wander. But why let Hera's plans come to fruition when Rhode can take matters into her own hands and make her father proud in the process?
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He woke up slowly, barely cognizant. The last thing he remembered was running and fighting. He’d been doing both because… because his life was in danger, because there were creatures, monsters who wanted to kill him. This sudden clarity of knowledge has the young man sitting upright in the bed he finds himself in, eyes wide and searching around for the monsters he just knows are going to show up again to kill him at any moment.
“Percy! Perseus, its okay. You’re okay.”
Eyes still wild, the young man’s head whips towards the sound of the beautiful voice that had spoken those words. What he finds there, or more accurately, WHO he finds… is pure beauty. His mouth drops open and he stares at the golden-haired, beautiful Greek woman in sheer disbelief of her gorgeous smile, her crystal blue eyes, and her stunning features.
No one can be this beautiful. It’s… it’s impossible. He doesn’t know much, he remembers very little, but he knows at least this. And yet, there she is, sat at a small table, turned in her chair to regard him, her hands held in her lap almost nervously. She’s dressed in a beautiful dress that flows down her body, showing off hints of her curves but not too much. At the same time, her shoulders are bare, and though it seems almost odd, he finds himself lusting over that feature of her body and that alone.
When a woman’s very shoulders can entice him, what does that say?! But wait… the young amnesiac’s thoughts finally catch up with him as he fully processes what she said.
“You… you called me Percy? O-Or was it Perseus? Why… why did you call me that?”
The golden-haired beauty’s smile grows even more exceptional, if that’s possible. It takes him a moment to realize that its simply because she smiled a bit wider. At the same time, she rises and turns to face him entirely, giving him a view of the low-cut nature of her dress. The front hangs as low as her belly button, and while her breasts are still mostly covered up, he can see quite a bit more than he was excepting as she makes her way to him.
“It’s your name. Perseus is what you were named by your parents. Percy is what you go by. Do you not remember?”
Swallowing thickly, the newly dubbed ‘Percy’ shakes his head and goes still as the golden-haired Greek woman settles down on the bed beside him, placing a hand on his leg. There was still a blanket between the two of them, but it felt like there wasn’t. It felt like he was completely naked before this gorgeous creature. C-Creature…
“I was… I was being attacked. That’s what I remember. H-How did I get away?”
For a moment, the smile diminishes and Percy finds himself wishing he could do anything to get it back. A look of concern replaces it as the woman shakes her head.
“You didn’t get away, Perseus. I saved you, and chased off the sisters. They wanted revenge for your murder of their sister, you see?”
Percy’s eyes go wide at that. Him? Murder? He couldn’t possibly… seeing his sudden distress, the gorgeous woman quickly back tracks.
“Oh Perseus, don’t blame yourself. You killed Medusa in self-defense. She was a monster, who had killed thousands in her own right. You’re no murderer… you’re a hero.”
Swallowing thickly and clutching at the blanket that still covers his lower half, Percy tries to process this.
“A-A hero?”
Smiling still, the woman nods.
“And a demigod. You are the son of Poseidon, God of the Sea. You could say your father sent me to find you, to help you… and to bring you home.”
Home. For some reason, that word, along with ‘sea’ resonated with Percy. Water, specifically bodies of natural water… that was his home, wasn’t it? The sea, the ocean was where he belonged.
“W-Who are you?”
The smile returns in full force and then some, and Percy swallows thickly as he begins to develop a problem down below in the face of that blinding white happiness.
“I am Rhode, Perseus Jackson. I am the Goddess of the Isle of Rhodes. I do not expect you to have heard of it, and even if you had, your memories have been robbed from you. I am no one special, certainly not among the gods. I am what one might call a minor goddess. I am the daughter of Poseidon and Amphitrite, and first among nymphs.”
Before he can stop himself, Percy murmurs his initial reaction.
“… So that’s why you’re so beautiful…”
He immediately blushes upon saying it, but he can’t take it back… and Rhode won’t pretend she didn’t hear him. The tinkling of laughter that flows from the goddess’ mouth causes Percy’s problem down below to intensify, even as he finds himself longing to make her laugh like that every day of her life. She really is beautiful… but more than that…
“You saved me. I… thank you. I don’t know how to repay you. I don’t even know who I am, beyond my name. And that’s also thanks to you.”
Rhode just smiles, and then suddenly, she’s closed the small amount of distance between them. Percy yelps and pulls back at finding the golden-haired goddess suddenly in his face, but that doesn’t stop her from slipping her hand under his blanket and into his pants. Her fingers touch his throbbing erection and then she’s taken ahold of him, slowly and sensually stroking up and down his hard cock as she gives him a knowing smile.
Percy doesn’t know what to do in the face of such forward behavior, but when he finally finds the nerve to speak, opening his mouth to do so, Rhode cuts him off.
“It’s alright, Perseus. You don’t have to do anything to repay me. I didn’t save you for some reward, nor do I wish to extract any more of a toll from you then you have already suffered. No… no, I don’t want anything from you… but what you are willing to offer me.”
She leans in closer the longer she talks, this time moving slower so that Percy doesn’t pull away. By the time she gets to ‘offer me’, her lips are less than an inch from his, and Percy finds himself staring into the goddess’ gorgeous blue eyes with a lump in his throat. When Rhode lunges in and kisses him heatedly a moment later, the young man finds himself reacting purely on instinct and kissing her back.
His hands, which until this point had been sitting uselessly at his sides, spring up. One slides around Rhode’s beautiful body and the other ghosts through her golden locks to grab a fistful of her gorgeous mane. As the personification of an island and all that is beautiful about the sea kisses him, Percy finds himself kissing the beautiful goddess right back… and quite liking it.
There’s a fleeting thought that they’re brother and sister after a fashion, and perhaps this is wrong because of that, but without his memories, the invulnerable demigod can’t quite bring himself to care about what might be ‘wrong’. If this is wrong… he doesn’t want to be right. Rhode makes her own feelings on the matter quite clear as she uses her free hand to tug down the blanket as her other hand drags his cock out of its confines.
Percy’s breath hitches as his cock is hit with the cold morning air that he’s been breathing since he woke up. The window nearby is wide open, and a breeze filled with sea salt has been filtering through it the entire time. It only gives more evidence to the idea that they might be on an island… probably Rhode’s island.
The more they kiss, the more Percy feels right about all of this. When Rhode takes one of his hands and slips it into her dress, having him cup her breast, he squeezes in response, groping her as she moans into his mouth. Things only escalate from there. The dress doesn’t last long, nor does Percy’s clothes. The more they continue, the more aggressive he finds himself getting. Rhode is beautiful… and hardy, as befitting a goddess. She does not cry out when he handles her, she does not whimper as if in pain when he takes her and pushes her down on the bed, intent on having his way with her.
Instead, the goddess gives Percy her widest smile and reaches up to embrace him as he sinks into her exquisite, unbelievably tight depths, his cock wrapped in an almost velvety sensation as he fills Rhode’s passage with his thick length.
“Perseus… marry me.”
The suggestion comes out of left field, and for the first time, Percy pauses. He’s still buried inside of Rhode, but he places his hands on either side of the goddess’ head as he looms over her, panting slightly and staring down into her expectant, eager gaze with wide eyes.
“W-What?”
Still smiling, Rhode runs her hands down Percy’s muscular front, before sliding them off his body and onto her own, cupping her naked, supple breasts and almost presenting them to him.
“Your father will be happy when you return to the sea. He might even reward me. But I could care less about that. I could care less about rewards, as I said before. All I want… is you. Will you have me as your wife? Will you allow me to dote upon you day after day, worshipping you as my husband, working towards your happiness in everything I do? Please, Perseus… please allow me this. Allow me to be yours, and to claim you as mine own.”
Her passion is obvious in every word she says… and in the end, it sways Percy where someone with less care might not have. Leaning down, he kisses Rhode deep on the lips, their tongues intertwining and dancing with one another for a moment before he pulls back and smiles down at her.
“I do.”
Rhode’s smile turns bright and almost blinding again, and they’re kissing once more a moment later, even as Percy begins to slowly make love to his new wife.
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As Perseus fills her with his cock, a certain satisfaction fills Rhode’s breast as well. Unlike the Olympians, some of the minor gods could not simply retreat from the world. For those such as her, those who were personifications of physical places such as her island, retreat was not an option. It was either stand or die. So Rhode had stood, and luckily, no one had truly wanted to do away with her in the first place.
That would probably change now. Now that she’d wedded and bedded Perseus Jackson, Hero of Olympus. Now that she’d stolen him out from under the Queen of Olympus herself. Oh, Rhode knew Hera’s plans. She was not blind to the going-ons of the world. The goddess Rhode, daughter of Poseidon, most beautiful of all nymphs, rival to Aphrodite herself and the embodiment of all that was beautiful about the ocean, had looked out into the world and seen opportunity.
Perseus Jackson was that opportunity. Hera had whisker her half-brother away, taking his memories and leaving him to wander. It was clear that the Queen of Olympus had intended for Percy to find the Wolf House, where she would likely have appeared to him as her roman incarnation, a loophole around Olympus’ current rules.
Rhode had suborned that plan before it could begin. She’d smote down the Gorgon sisters and whisked Percy away to her island before he could ever even come close to the Wolf House’s shores. And now here they were, fucking, fornicating, whatever you wanted to call it. Rhode preferred to call it consummating their marriage.
Even without a ceremony, Perseus’ vow was binding. They were well and truly wed, right here, in the sight of their father, even if Poseidon was likely too busy to realize what his daughter was doing with his favored son. After all, she’d told something of a fib to Perseus. Poseidon had not sent her to find his wayward son, at least not personally. It was more of a general order to find Perseus and bring him home.
Would their father approve of what Rhode was doing? She didn’t know, nor did she truly care. This was about hers and Perseus’ happiness. For too long had she sat in the shadows, nothing more than a minor goddess. For too long had Perseus been yanked around, jerked too and fro by the Olympians who cared so little for him.
With this, Perseus would join the ranks of Gods and Goddesses in his own right. He would take his place at their father’s side as an immortal, and he would likely take Triton’s place as heir at that, given the rumblings Rhode had heard of such intentions on Poseidon’s part. Said intentions probably would have amounted to nothing if not for her interference, simply because Percy would have not wanted the role. But now… now he would take up his position as Poseidon’s heir, if not for himself, then for her. For his beloved, beautiful wife, he would one day become God of all the Seas that lay across the Earth.
Rhode’s back suddenly arches, and all coherent though flees from her mind for a moment as she experiences a truly spectacular orgasm from Perseus’ cock hitting a particularly deep part of her untouched depths. It had been so long since she’d been with a man. Whether she was feeling this good because of that lack, or because Perseus was simply so very good of a lovemaker, Rhode did not know… nor did she care. As her insides milk the demigod’s release from him a moment later, she moans happily, feeling his seed spilling into her womb and KNOWING that it would take root there. Perseus had just gotten her with child, tying them together all the more thoroughly.
Pulling apart as they come down from their respective pleasure highs, Percy slips out of Rhode and falls to her side, lying on his back as he slowly recovers his breath. Moving over, Rhode drapes herself over her new husband’s chest, a happy smile on her face as she runs her fingers over his muscular pecs. When his arm wraps around her instinctively, the smile widens.
Let Hera come for her. Let them all come for her. She knows Perseus will stand by her, no matter what… just as she will stand by him, till death do they part.
Comments
Douglas Bevil
This was very good. Thank you.
Cambrian
Thats not up to me heh. I just write what I'm paid to write and what wins the Prompt Poll!
Ulrich
And please say you have more chapters for this and hella potter planned?
Ulrich
Nice but what about the giants?
Johny5
Cool chap. Always love Greek pantheon shenanigans....when I'm in minimum safe distance of course.
Mars
This is perfect. Well worth the time I've been waiting for it to win the weekly polls. Thank you for your efforts Cambrian.
