Chapter 40: Service Sworn

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Clarisse out here making it clear she ain't on board with them being settled.

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“I disagree.”

Percy blinks at the first words out of Clarisse’s mouth. Given he just told her that she didn’t owe him anything, he wasn’t expecting those two words of all things to leave her lips. Staring at the Daughter of Ares rather owlishly, Percy… isn’t quite sure how to respond. Clarisse doesn’t hesitate to explain herself though, clutching at the blanket covering her lower body as she does so.

“The previous wager might be settled, but my debt to you has only grown, not lessened. Like I said, you chose me over your own mother. You saved me from what was likely to be torture down in the Underworld.”

Clarisse’s eyes flicker over to the side, where the spear from Ares is currently propped against the wall. Her hands fist tighter in the blanket and she grits her teeth.

“… And when I tried to repay the life debt I owed you for that, my father showed me just how much of a foolish, stupid brat I’ve really been.”

Percy can only stare blankly as Clarisse pushes back the blanket and crawls out of the bed. She doesn’t look too hurt, he’s grateful to see. Her recovery seems to have been swift enough. Ares’ little trap was clearly intended to disable, not permanently wound at least.

Slowly, Clarisse sinks to one knee before him, bowing her head.

“I owe you my life, Percy Jackson. For that, I swear myself to your service. My skills, my mind, my body… all belong to you now. I will serve no other. I will hold no loyalty above my loyalty to you. I am yours, now until the day I die.”

Percy’s breath hitches as he feels something swell up within him… and in that moment, he knows instinctively that denying Clarisse simply isn’t an option. Not only would it likely do irreparable damage to her pride and sense of self-worth… but it would also harm him to do so. It would be going against something that was now innate to his own sense of self.

… Was this what it meant to hold the Domain of Kingship from Zeus? First it was choosing to protect his people from the Pit Scorpion instead of capturing Luke. To be fair, that decision had and still did feel completely right. But now he felt that same pressure regarding accepting Clarisse. He could still fight against it, but it feels like he would almost be cutting himself open to do so.

That’s concerning, but at the same time, Percy knows he can’t say no anyways without hurting Clarisse, so…

“Very well. I accept your oath, Clarisse La Rue. I take you into my service.”

Her head snaps up, eyes alight with excitement. Before he can say or do anything else, she drops from one knee down to both and then shuffles forward, reaching for his crotch. He doesn’t bother trying to stop her, though he does give her a look of amusement.

“Someone’s eager.”

Clarisse pouts (actually pouts!) up at him, even as she hurries to free his cock from the confines of his pants.

“I did promise my body, didn’t I? So… let me serve you, my Lord.”

Her Lord. Part of Percy resonates with that title. Part of him feels like it’s only right that his new servant calls him by such a deferential term. But this time he pushes back a little bit.

“Please… try to call me Percy.”

Clarisse hums, even as she takes out his cock and begins stroking it up and down with both hands. The blonde, statuesque fighter merely raises a brow at him.

“It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

Percy frowns, but Clarisse isn’t actually saying no. Rather…

“You’d have to make it an order.”

Ah. Funny that. In order to get Clarisse to stop treating him with such reverence, he needs to basically tell her directly she’s not allowed to. Hilarious. Sighing, Percy puts a hand on top of Clarisse’s head, considering things for a moment.

“… Just don’t call me Master, got it?”

Clarisse smirks.

“Of course, sir.”

Then, she dives down his cock, beginning to bob up and down his member without hesitation as she starts to suck him off. Percy groans and tosses his head back. Her inexperience has faded since the very first time she did this. All the way back in that bathroom, where her and the other girls had failed to make him cum. That feels like a lifetime ago now if Percy is being honest.

So much has changed, both for him personally and between the two of them. Clarisse herself has gone through a lot of personal changes as well. As she swirls her tongue around his cockhead before descending his length time and time again, Percy shudders from the pleasure, enjoying her deference and worship for all that it’s worth.

After the day he’s had, maybe this is exactly what he needs, Percy realizes. Not necessarily the ‘sworn sword for the rest of her life’ bit, but definitely a way to destress and take a load off. He still hadn’t fully come to terms with the fact that he’d watched the King of the Gods get deposed today… nor that he’d been so close that he’d been in the splash zone when Zeus was assassinated. The Skyfather’s divine golden ichor, his godly blood, had gotten all over Percy… and he hadn’t even been allowed to wash it off or anything. It had absorbed into him too fast for that.

Percy still didn’t know what Zeus’ death would mean for the future. And even if Kronos likely did eventually find out that Olympus was under new management, it wasn’t like the Titan would go ahead and stop trying to escape his prison either. Which meant shit was going to get way more complicated before it had a chance to quiet down and get better.

But at least he had his mother back. And Clarisse… Percy trusted her with his life, as funny as that was to think after how acrimonious their relationship had been back at the start. But it was true. Clarisse La Rue… he knew he could count on her. Not just as a fluffer, but as a stalwart warrior to stand by his side… even if she hadn’t had the opportunity to truly prove as much yet.

With a breathy sigh, Percy tightens his grip on Clarisse’s hair and pulls her back off of his cock all of the sudden. He’s not tipping over the edge, but he’s also far from soft, his dick twitching, pulsating, and throbbing from her efforts. Even still…

“Get on the bed, Clarisse. I’d rather we both enjoy this rather than just one of us.”

The statuesque blonde flushes but nods. Rising to her feet, she begins to strip naked and Percy does the same once he stands up as well. Then, climbing on the bed, Clarisse positions herself on all fours, offering up her cunt to him in what can only be called a submissive posture. She even goes so far as to drop down onto one forearm while the other hand reaches back under herself, her fingers spreading her pussy lips apart in open invitation.

As she looks back over her shoulder at him, Percy lets out another shuddering sigh and moves forward, crawling up onto the bed behind her and grasping her by her hips. Then, he thrusts into her from behind. Clarisse moans out as he does so, quivering and tossing her head back in ecstasy.

Expectedly, she’s already sopping wet for him. If there’s one thing Percy has learned about Clarisse, it’s that she enjoys being dominated. Between swearing herself to his service, having him accept her oath, and giving him an exemplary blowjob, it’s not surprising that Clarisse is deeply, deeply aroused at this point.

Taking advantage of that fact, Percy doesn’t hold back. He punches into her depths again and again, fucking her from behind as she cries out from his cock filling and stretching her pussy. The athletic Daughter of Ares moans under him as her inner walls cling to him almost desperately, trying to push him out or hold him in.

Whichever it is, it doesn’t matter because Clarisse isn’t in control here. Percy is, and he sets the pace by which he fucks her. Of course, just like he said… he’d much rather they both enjoy this than just one of them. He’s not fucking her solely to relieve his own stress, but also to make sure she has as good a time as he does… if not better.

That’s why, hearing Clarisse moan and feeling her climax around his cock brings a broad smile to his face. Leaning forward over her, mounting her properly, Percy grabs a fistful of the blonde’s hair and yanks her head back, whispering in her ear.

“That’s right. Cum for me Clarisse. I want to hear you squeal and scream.”

“Y-Yes sir… don’t stop… it feels so good s-sir! Oh GODS!”

Clarisse bucks and spasms, moaning and squealing in equal measure as Percy continues to lay into her and fill her with every inch of his cock again and again. Grunting, the Son of Poseidon picks up the pace, able to tell that a rough and tumble sort of woman like Clarisse enjoys it just as much as he does.

They’re quite compatible, at the end of the day. Him and his big fat cock and apparently domineering personality, and her and her tight, toned body and submissive neediness. He fucks Clarisse through climax after climax, making her cum her brains out for what feels like hours but probably isn’t longer than sixty minutes before finally cumming inside of her.

By that point, what little strength that the Daughter of Ares has recovered is spent. She collapses face first onto the bed with a single strangled moan as his seed leaks out of her. Percy kneels over her prone form for a moment, breathing heavier but not panting heavily in the same way Clarisse is.

He’s definitely outlasted her by a wide margin and something tells him even once she’s back to full strength, he’ll continue to do so. Neither of them are entirely human. Demigods and all that. But something tells him that it’s more than that for him now. That HE’S more than just a simple Demigod…

Before Percy can contemplate that further, however, a dry voice from the other side of the infirmary pulls him out of his musings.

“And here I thought I was special.”

Both Percy and Clarisse react with alacrity. Percy hops up off of the bed while Clarisse whips around, a protective snarl etched into her features despite her face having been the picture of ecstasy and bliss mere moments before. Of course, then they both finally realize who the familiar voice belongs to and begin to relax.

Annabeth Chase stands there leaning against one of the infirmary cabin’s wooden beams, arms crossed over her chest. She looks haunted and conflicted and bites her lower lip at seeing their reactions… both the immediate defensiveness and the way they relax in her presence. But then, why wouldn’t they be relaxed? All of them, plus Grover, had gone on a Quest together… and they’d succeeded. Hell, they’d succeeded beyond their wildest expectations.

Not only had they achieved their initial goal and managed to retrieve Zeus’ Master Bolt, but they’d also gotten Hades back his Helm of Darkness as well. By all accounts, they had every reason to be pleased with themselves.

However, the Quest had ended with a God trying to kill them and another God stepping in to save them. And then Luke had gone and turned out to be the traitor they’d all come to suspect he was. To say those things put a damper on their success would be an understatement. But that’s not all, at least where Annabeth is concerned.

“… I spoke with my mother.”

Percy’s eyes widen at that. Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Strategy. More importantly for their purposes, she wasn’t just a Goddess, she was an Olympian… meaning she was part of the Olympic Council that Hestia, Poseidon, and Hades had convened after sending Percy back down to try and deal with Luke.

Annabeth looks conflicted for a moment, her eyes darting to Clarisse as though she’s not sure how much she should say in the other girl’s presence. But then she seemingly decides to bite the bullet.

“She didn’t tell me everything, but she told me the most important part. Chiron will be announcing it to the rest of the Camp tomorrow so… might as well just say it. Zeus is out. They’re going to try to rule by Council from now on.”

Clarisse jerks in shock on the bed, and a glance back at her shows her eyes widen and her mouth agape. Which… fair. When you were raised all your life to believe the Gods were as immortal as they were fallible fuckups, it was hard to wrap your head around a simple three word sentence like ‘Zeus is out’, wasn’t it?

Stomping forward, Annabeth gets right up in Percy’s face.

“… What the hell happened up there, Percy? You were supposed to return Zeus’ Master Bolt to avert full scale war. Now…”

Percy lets out a shuddering breath. He’s not sure it’s his place to give the specifics of what happened to Zeus. Zeus is out… what a way to distill the truth of things down to a short, blunt sentence really. Still, these two, having risked life and limb to help him with his Quest, deserved something for their troubles.

“I did return his Master Bolt, Annabeth. The Quest was completed, full stop. Everything that happened… happened afterwards.”

That feels like the most he can say, really. And though it’s clear from her gaze that Annabeth isn’t thrilled about that, she also nods in understanding after a moment.

“I believe you. But my mom still told me to stay away from you going forward.”

Those words hit like a punch to the gut. Athena had told her daughter to stay away from him? On the one hand, Percy couldn’t be all that surprised. From what he recalled, Athena and Zeus would have had a close relationship. Dare he even think it? Was she a bit of a daddy’s girl? Maybe. He’d already known not all of the Olympians were happy with what had happened, or with his part in all of it. Still… Annabeth was-

Percy’s eyes widen as Annabeth suddenly grabs him by the shoulders and kisses him deeply on the lips. There’s also a bit of tongue involved, and considering he’s still naked… well, it’s not long before he’s poking her in the abdomen through her shirt. When she finally pulls away, Annabeth is flushed and looking at him longingly.

“I know it might not be the wisest thing to do… but I don’t think I can abide by her instructions…”

Percy hesitates. It was probably a bad idea to piss off an Olympian Goddess even more than he already had. And yet…

[X] Tell Annabeth and Clarisse everything, both about being a reincarnation and about what happened with Zeus - 78%

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