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PERÍFANOS
“Our secret moments in your crowded room
They got no idea about me and you
There is an indentation in the shape of you
Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo
[...]
All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation
My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah)
All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting
My hands are shaking from all this (ah, ha, ha, ha)
Say my name and everything just stops
I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
Take it off
Carve your name into my bedpost
'Cause I don't want you like a best friend
(Dress, Reputation, Taylor Swift)
Camp Half blood, Monday
“So, let me get this straight” Clarisse begins “Although there was a clear ban on contacting the oracle, wise girl here, thought it would be great to go in, receive a prophecy, and what?”
Chiron looked at the daughter of the war god reprovingly.
“Don’t be mean, Clare” Silena quips, whilst sipping her tea.
Nico throws his hands up tiredly, they had been there for quite a while already and the son of the underworld had been reaching his limited patience’s end.
Annabeth looks down, it wasn’t as if she did it consciously.
“Annabeth wouldn’t disregard rules like that, Clarisse” Thalia says rolling her eyes at the leader of the cabin of the god of the war “If we could actually stop fighting each other and let her speak, we might actually discover what happened”.
Clarisse was now rolling her eyes, Thalia always came to defend the young omega in these type of situations “Talk, blondie”.
The blonde omega started “I would like to start by saying that I didn’t mean to come in and talk to the oracle, I was delivering a note, Silena had asked me to give to Charles who was in the forges” she paused, giving time to the daughter of the love goddess to back her statement, “I passed through the great house in my way down, and my brain blanked, and my feet moved, and I suddenly was there listening to her words, and I know this sounds ridiculous, I know, but it is the truth”.
The blonde cabin leader of Apollo, Will Solace, a beta, nodded, not feeling any lies in the younger blonde’s statement, “I do not feel a single lie in her words”.
“Well, thank you, live lie detector” Clarisse says, feeling a bit annoyed “Now that we have established Blondie is not a liar, what is this prophecy?”.
“Clarisse” Silena warns her second alpha quietly.
Silena and Charles had been dating for 6 years when Silena confessed her developing crush on the War demigod, Charles had laughed, which had frankly scared Silena back then, however unlike she expected he had said, “I know love, it’s not really a big secret”, as both of them were attracted to Clarisse and her boyfriend Chris, a child of Hermes, they had decided to court and offer them mateship, and two years later Silena felt they were all quite content with the arrangement, having all fallen for each other.
Clarisse quiets down after hearing the clear warning in her girlfriend’s voice, not wanting to be on her wrong side, they had a date night later after all.
“Although Clarisse really needs to work on her tone, I’m also curious Annabeth” Nico says, receiving a glare from the daughter of Zeus “You have to admit it, Thalia, we haven’t had any prophecies in, well, years”.
Before Thalia could start defending her honor, yet again, Annabeth spoke.
“In the city of gods, The lost son lives, In the place history is, The wise daughter finds.” Annabeth starts, the prophecy had burnt Its way into her brain “Six shall retrieve, The siren to return, But beware of the siren’s songs, Because only sea children charm.”
“Ok” Silena says putting her tea cup down, “The wise daughter is obviously Annabeth, as a daughter of the Goddess of Wisdom”
“The lost son” Thalia whispers, “it has to be about Perseus”
Annabeth nods.
“It’s impossible” Clarisse argues “He was a son of the big three, and he must be what? 21? Demigods don’t live past 14 at most without training, not even children of the war, much less an omega”
“Improbable” Nico murmurs “Not impossible, we have an oracle after all, and there are too many references to the sea to ignore”
“The city of gods” Charles says, “New York?”
“Oh my god” Thalia laughs, “The kid survived all this time in the Gods backyard?”
Lightning cracks in an otherwise clear sky and Thalia smirks, rolling her eyes at her father’s antics.
Annabeth looks up and says, “The siren” The others look mildly confused why she pointed out the specific phrasing of the prophecy.
“What about it” Thalia questions
“The siren” Annabeth says again, “Not the sea child, not sea born, not the merman, she said, the siren”
“Yes” The older Stoll twin says, “And?”
“The prophecy has this very specific phrasing and I believe it is a clue, a very important one” Annabeth explains “I believe this to mean that Perseus can do some sort of charm speak, the second phrase, because only sea children charm”
“You believe he can charmspeak” Silena states.
Annabeth nods.
Chaos did ensue as soon as they digested Annabeth’s words.
Yale Law School, 5 years ago
Percy had always been a good boy, the excellent child for his mother, the pride of his second stepfather, Paul, who was as lovely as his mother, he had never strayed too far, never been too wild.
That was not to say he was a blushing virgin, far from it, he had always been beautiful, alluring, his hair was long, falling in his back in waves, his style was not the greatest due to a lack of money but he thrifted a lot to be able to wear pretty clothes that complemented his quite feminine style.
Percy was a good boy, he liked being so.
But as he watched Professor Monique give a lecture in the civil rights through the ages he just imagined being pinned to her desk as she lifted his skirt and fucked the daylight out of him, calling for the dirty whore he actually was.
The thing was, Percy had kissed Professor Monique in a speakeasy bar promoted by the university as a welcome to the new students and the returning ones, as was Percy’s case, he had been ready for the lecture the 30-something Alpha Woman would give, but it hadn’t come, they had been in a dark corner of the party, no witness to see the exchange.
He had not expected to be pulled into the bathroom, and kissed in a bruising manner Monique’s grip in his waist pulling his silk dress up and allowing for his green lacey underwear to show.
He felt goosebumps as the woman laughed lowly as she sucked bruises in his neck, “Is that for me?” she had asked as he swallowed his own words
He moans debauchedly as she starts to play with his hole, “turn” she says, he does so and as soon as he does, she is in her knees licking his wetness and he is left moaning, looking at the artful work she made him into, moaning in the bathroom looking into his own reflection as he received the best rimming of his lifetime.
Her fingers made their way into him, scissoring and preparing him to receive her, his head and back arched as she found his sweet spot and hit it repeatedly.
“Fuck me, Professor” He begged moaning loudly as she fucked him with her fingers and his slick.
The woman laughed, “Oh, dear Perseus, does the fact that I’m your professor excite you?” she whispered in his ears and he moaned loudly.
“Yessssss” he hissed “Will you fuck your naughty student slow and hard, Professor Monique?”
The woman moaned, feeling her dick pulse with desire, her Omega student knew how to make an Alpha crazy with desire “What a nasty little omega we have here”
“Who is nastier, Professor?” he said looking innocently between his eyebrows, his eyes ever changing with the light, sometimes sea green, others icy blue or deep blue, “Me who is about to get fucked on this bathroom sink by my hot-hot teacher” he teases getting up on the marble bathroom sink “Or you…” he drags his classic scarpin shoes over the obvious bulge in Monique’s pleated dress pants, smiling wickedly “that wants to fuck his little hole”
Monique smiled pulling Perseus closer to the edge of the sink he sat on, his green silk dress inching higher and higher “Well,” she drawls “I don’t really have much to say except how thankful I’m for how easy the access is when you wear your pretty little outfits” she speaks as she slowly enters his hole with her fingers and fingers him in a torturous rhythm, observing his face as it contorted in pleasure as she hit his prostate.
He moaned louder and Monique almost loses it at the faces he does “I need you, Professor” he begs
Monique does her best to ignore as he pleads, determined to prepare him properly, minutes of that torturing rhythm passed until she decides it had been enough preparation.
“I need you inside me, Professor” he begged, eyes shimmering with brimming tears “I need you to come inside of me, fill me, breed me, give me your ba-bieesssss” he hissed a moan as Monique pushed the entirety of her 10 inched cock inside of him, making air suddenly leave his lungs.
Truth was, Monique loved her Omegas submissive, a bit bratty and breedable.
Percy’s legs hitched higher, resting in her waist, the omega blabbering unintelligible things to the woman’s amusement, she caressed the outline of her cock is his stomach “look how pretty you are, all stuffed and silent” She says to him teasingly, holding out a moan, the pleasure from the tight hole that threatened to cut the circulation of her dick almost making her go insane, Percy mutters something she doesn’t quite hear “What was that, pet?”.
“Please, fuck me already, please” he moans begging as he tries to roll his hips in hope of fucking himself on her dick “I need- I please”
“Anything for our pretty princess” She laughs again, huskily, as she mocks the nickname given by his classmates as she pushes and rolls her hips, fucking the Omega into the cold marble as his raven hair touches the mirror behind him, her pace getting faster and harsher as she built to an orgasm.
“I- fuck” she feels his hole contract even further “I- I’m please- just- please just let me cum”
Monique rolls her hips twice more sending Perseus over the board, mind blanking as his orgasm washed over him in chaotic waves of pleasure, when his mind comes back, a couple of minutes later he realized she had indeed left him her come inside as the hot liquid seeps out of his ass, a wave of pleasure washing over him once again as he stood with Monique’s help.
He smiles as he tries to make himself presentable again so he can exit the venue, Monique watches as he does it, his green lingerie near the sink as he used it, a wicked idea coming over him as he closed the tap.
He walked over to her, her icy blue eyes and platinum blonde hair not one inch out of place, perfect as always, he looks up at her, doe eyes as he slips his lingerie into the pocket of her dress pants “Just a little souvenir, Professor” he kisses her cheek almost kissing her lips teasingly “You gave me quite a meal after all” he says smoothing his stomach as he smiles wickedly, eyebrow arching beautifully “Maybe you can fuck me on your desk someday” he suggests walking out of the bathroom as his paramour stood, frozen, with an aching erection once more.
Submissive? No. But definitely bratty and breedable.
New York, NY, Nowadays
Percy looked out of his office’s tinted windows, he could almost smell the storm forming, not quite sure how.
He got out of the office passing by his secretary, waving a goodbye as he left hitching an elevator down and out of the stuffy building just as a lightning cut through the sky, it was unsettling.
He paced faster, something in him screaming danger, louder than ever. However, his skin prickled as he felt someone observing, studying him.
His house wasn’t too far from his office, a short walk away, purposefully so, due the nightmare that was to drive in that city.
He walked faster, looking covertly behind him, pinning a suspicious plus-sized middle-aged lady wearing all pink hideous clothes while holding a small chihuahua that trembled and growled.
As he got into his apartment rushing and locking everything, throwing himself in his bed as he tried calling Liz his hands trembling, needing the older woman’s comfort and safety more than ever.
As the clock ticked, Liz never did pick up any of his calls.
Neither did Monique.
Or Lou.
Marcel nor Cosima.
And as the clock ticked, he felt five again, with horrible Gabe again, and no one to listen as he pleaded.
And then, he screamed.
Long Island, NY
“What the fuck is this shit weather?” Thalia muttered as Argus drove the six demigods in charge of the mission to the nearest bus station.
Annabeth studied the skies, Lord Zeus must have been angry with something, he had been throwing lightning as if it was candy for a few hours already, she hoped he wasn’t angry at their quest, and prayed for her mother’s protection.
Clarisse rolled her eyes “Gods” as if it answered everything, and it kind of did, as disrespectful as she was, Silena however didn’t quite enjoy her quip that could endanger their whole quest.
Zoe noticed the storm that suddenly few upon them, at the beach she could see waves breaking each time more violently at the sand, “Lord Poseidon doesn’t seem pleased”
“Fuck” Nico says “Why did I even come for anyway? I miss Will already” he pouted
“Grow up” Thalia told him “Don’t be such a big baby”
“I’m not the one who is forever 16, loser” he states
Before Thalia could answer Annabeth said firmly “Shut up” as everyone stared startled at her outburst she continued “This isn’t going to be a smooth quest apparently, so please, focus in what matters” she sighs, “Let’s all focus on retrieving Perseus, please”.
“This is your stop” Argus says, about ten minutes later, “May Lady Tyche and Lord Hermes bless your ways”