Chapter 43: Sweet Dreams

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Aphrodite visits Percy~

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“Ah, my beloved Adonis. Still the epitome of manhood. Still worthy of a Goddess’ touch.”

Percy groans as she sinks down on his cock for a moment, her folds feeling positively divine around his member. Then, she lifts herself up, her cunt walls squeezing along his shaft and gripping at each and every inch. Up and down, up and down she goes…

It takes him longer than he cares to admit to realize he’s dreaming. In all fairness to the Son of Poseidon, one of the last things Annabeth had done before he, her, and Clarisse had all fallen asleep together was ride him to kingdom come. It was after that wonderful ride that they’d all drifted off with one another, cuddled up against each other’s bodies in the bed of the private room within Camp Half-Blood’s infirmary cabin.

So if he was asleep right now… who exactly was riding him so spectacularly? Who was making him feel like he had somehow entered a realm beyond pleasure?

Eyes fluttering open with the difficulty of someone struggling to gain lucidity in a dreaming world, Percy looks up… and is struck by the beauty of the Goddess bouncing up and down upon his cock. His hands were always on her hips, but now they grip down more harshly, as if he’s afraid she’ll disappear in an instant if he lets her go.

… And he doesn’t want that. Even without knowing who this is, he knows she’s divine. Even without knowing which Goddess she is, he finds himself desiring her with all of his baser male instincts. She is pure decadence made manifest, and he must have her. He must have all of her.

Aphrodite. The name comes to him in that moment of deep obsession and possessive passion. Even as Percy lifts himself up off of the dream bed and claims one of her bouncing teats in his mouth, he recognizes who this must be. Only the Goddess of Love and Beauty could possibly provoke this sort of reaction in him. Though he hadn’t known she could invade his dreams.

“Ah… so quick on the uptake too. I do so very much appreciate such intelligence. Hello, Perseus Jackson.”

There’s no moment where he assumes she’s merely a figment of his imagination or anything like that. It would take a far greater ego than Percy has for him to believe he could ever properly recreate the majesty and beauty of the Goddess currently astride him. Not in a million years would his imagination be able to match up with the reality that is Aphrodite’s splendor.

… This was still bad though. Very bad. Annabeth’s warning rings through Percy’s head even now. About how Aphrodite would almost certainly want to come after him, about how he’d drawn the Goddess of Love and Beauty’s eye, and how being a reincarnation of Adonis would set him on a collision course with Aphrodite that would cause the Goddess to want to possess him once more.

He'd taken Annabeth’s warning to heart, truly he had, but he hadn’t expected Aphrodite to make her move quite so soon. How much could the Goddess do here in his dreams? Could she spirit him away so he woke up somewhere else entirely, rather than in that infirmary bed with Annabeth and Clarisse?

“Calm, Perseus. You fret over things you understand little of. You need not fear me.”

Okay, so she was also reading his mind, apparently. He didn’t know that was a thing Aphrodite could do.

“I am not. I am merely experiencing your dream alongside you. You could say you are projecting your thoughts in this space. That is why I am able to listen.”

Gyrating her hips, undulating her torso, Aphrodite smiles down at him. Percy, realizing he’s been sucking on her breasts one after the other this entire time, finally pulls his mouth away.

“… I hesitate to call a Goddess a liar, but could you explain why I shouldn’t fear you? Maybe you don’t want to kill me, but I do fear a loss of freedom and control. Can you honestly say I have nothing to fear on those fronts either, Goddess?”

Aphrodite smiles and cups his face with her hands, leaning in close as she whispers a word that is positively sinful in how… alluring it is.

“Yes.”

That single word, spoken breathlessly and without deception, nevertheless makes Percy lean forward and capture Aphrodite’s lips in his own. He can’t help it, she’s just too gorgeous, too perfect, too… everything. When he finally manages to tear himself away again, her lips are even puffy in that way they get after being kissed, but even that is perfect in every way.

“… You’re not doing this. I’m failing to exercise self-control, aren’t I? You aren’t doing a single thing except being here with me, presenting yourself in all your… glory.”

Aphrodite smiles, and Percy thinks that smile might be tinged with just a hint of sadness, even melancholy. Sighing breathlessly in that enticing way of hers, she reaches up and brushes a lock of his hair away from his face.

“Yes. You are so observant, Perseus. A lot like you were… before. Do not fret though. I know you are not him. And yet, I see so much of my Adonis in you and your actions. You must forgive my moments of confusion, please.”

Before he can respond to that, Aphrodite continues.

“Tis true. While I certainly have the ability to invoke passion and provoke lust on purpose for my own needs, I am not doing so now. As you humans like to say… what you see is what you get. And it is rare the mortal who sees me and does not like what they see.”

Percy sets his jaw and tries to marshal himself. Fuck it’s hard though. His cock is still nestled within Aphrodite’s perfectly sculpted, deliciously tight, properly wet pussy folds. And her body… her body is on display right in front of him… right there for the taking.

“You speak to me of your fears, Perseus. Of fearing a loss of freedom, a loss of control. I ask you this… everything you know of Adonis’ story… did I ever once take away his freedom? Did I ever once seek to control him?”

Percy swallows thickly at that, thinking back on everything he knows about the myth. And in the end… he has to concede she’s right. As the tale was told, Adonis had his time split into three parts. A third of the year with Aphrodite, a third of the year with Persephone, and a third of the year to do with as he pleased.

From what Percy knew, it was the third of the year with Persephone that Adonis was the closest one could be to trapped and imprisoned. Mostly because it was the same portion of the year Persephone spent in the Underworld, leaving Adonis to spend all of it hiding from Hades.

Even on top of that though…

“Yes. I see you’ve thought of it. If I were truly so controlling, so tyrannical… Adonis never would have died in the first place.”

Right. Because Adonis had died while on a hunt, to a boar that Percy now knew had been sent by a jealous Ares. Still, the fact that Adonis even could die to Ares’ gambit meant that Aphrodite had not been keeping a very close eye on him. Rather, she had treated him as a lover and close companion and confidante, not a possession to be kept in a gilded cage.

It was certainly a point in her favor, Percy had to admit. Though part of him did wonder if she was putting on an act and had ‘learned from her mistake’.

The Goddess throws back her head and laughs, and manages to make even that look gorgeous, her laughter melodic and soothing to his ears. When she looks back down at him again, Aphrodite smiles and shakes her head.

“You are right to have your doubts, young Perseus. I am glad to know you are not too naïve. Your distrust will serve you well in the times to come.”

Percy swallows thickly at that, his mouth seemingly suddenly unbelievably dry despite this being a dream. Aphrodite responds by kissing him, and her tongue provides wetness that he didn’t know he needed as he finds himself seizing upon her all the more tightly, his self-control lapsing once again for a brief moment before he gets himself back in check.

Pulling away, Aphrodite smirks.

“Worry about my plans if you like, Perseus… but know that it I am not the only Goddess you need to concern yourself with. Others move against you even now.”

That certainly wasn’t in dispute. He’d felt their attention on him and heard from Annabeth herself that Athena didn’t want her near him anymore. So yeah, Percy was well aware that he’d drawn the attention, and ire, of numerous Gods and Goddesses. Still, that’s not going to stop him from trying to fish for more information.

“Who?”

The way Aphrodite pauses and smiles at him reminds him belatedly that she’s hearing everything he’s ‘thinking’ in this dream space. So maybe he shouldn’t have thought of it as fishing for information. Still, after a moment she sighs.

“Your actions have led to much upheaval upon Mount Olympus, Perseus. Your defiance has led to the toppling of a King.”

He was aware, yes. Frankly, Percy wished he could say he didn’t regret a single thing, but he’d be lying. There would probably always be a part of him that would wonder if things could have gone differently if only he’d bowed his head and kept from running his mouth off at the King of the Gods.

Still, what was done was done. There’s no going back at this point, there’s only forward and dealing with the consequences of his own actions, as well as the actions of others.

“For the second time in its history, Mount Olympus is ruled by the council, rather than its all-powerful ruler, Perseus. And unlike last time, this one seems to be sticking for a while longer than its predecessor.”

Yeah, he remembered that myth too. Zeus got restrained by unbreakable, ever-tightening golden chains and was basically asked to tone it down by his fellow Gods and Goddesses. When he’d refused to just be a little bit better of a King, they’d left him there and held the first and last democratic meeting of the Olympian Council. Well, last until now.

“However, there’s one other way in which the last time differs from this time, Perseus. Last time… Zeus’ Queen was in on it.”

Percy’s eyes widen and Aphrodite smirks down at him, nodding slowly even as her pussy walls tighten around his cock.

“The King might be toppled, but his Queen remains. And what is a Queen without a King, Perseus?”

Leaning forward so her lips are right next to Percy’s ear, Aphrodite lets out the next words in a breathless moan.

“What is the Goddess of Marriage without a husband?”

Surely… surely not. Why would Hera want him of all people? Unless…

“Ah, there’s that intelligence against Perseus. As attractive a trait as the rest of you. Mm, yes… it has not taken any of the Olympians long to figure out where each of Zeus’ domains have gone. The interest in the Domain of Kingship is minor among most of them, due to its weakened state and the fact that the Council now rules by democratic vote rather than kowtowing to a single divine monarch.”

Right. That was good he supposed. And yet…

“And yet, where else is a Queen of the Gods to find a King? Where else is the Widowed Wife to find a new husband, Perseus? You fear that I will take your freedom away, that I seek to bind you and control you. But as I have said time and time again, it is not I you need to fret over.”

Looking him dead in the eye, Aphrodite graces him with one last perfect, tantalizing smile.

“Be watchful, Perseus. Be mindful. Be careful. To me, you are the reincarnation of my beloved Adonis, and a man who has decidedly gained my attention through your battle with Ares and your use of my favor. But you are so much more to others. You are opportunity. You are obsession. And… you are a threat.”

He doesn’t think she’s talking about just Hera at the end there. But then, Percy knew it was more than just Hera coming after him. The Son of Poseidon opens his mouth to ask for more, to ask what others might be after and how he might combat them, but Aphrodite silences him with a finger against his lips and a coy wink.

“Greedy. Adonis was greedy too. Always so greedy… but I didn’t mind. Alas, our time grows short, Perseus. Goodbye… for now.”

Her cunt clenches down around his cock and Percy gasps as he tips over the edge, cumming inside of the beautiful Goddess of Love. Then, he wakes up with another gasp, abruptly sitting up in bed with his heart pounding in his chest and his eyes undeniably wide.

“Percy… what is it?”

From his side, Annabeth’s sleepy voice calls out to him and he looks back to see her frowning, her eyes barely cracked open. For a moment, he considers telling her all about Aphrodite’s visit and warnings… but truth be told, it’s all still too fresh. He needs time to wrap his own head around it, and Annabeth isn’t even properly awake either.

Laying back down between her and Clarisse, who apparently sleeps like a log, Percy shakes his head and pulls Annabeth close.

“… Nothing but a dream. Go back to sleep.”

“Mmkay…”

Yawning, Annabeth snuggles into him and drifts right back off. Percy doesn’t have such an easy time of it. Staring up at the ceiling, he considers Aphrodite’s warnings regarding Hera. Was the Queen of the Gods the most eminent threat, or merely the greatest? Who else was currently plotting against him, or even simply regarding him?

Fuck, he wished he could have talked to Aphrodite for hours longer… but then, what if that was in turn playing into the Goddess of Love and Beauty’s hands. She’d certainly seemed honest, but nothing was ever black and white. Honest truth could be used to obfuscate the facts just as much as a good lie could… and in some cases, it could do so better than the lie.

Still, Percy was certain of one thing. Hera was definitely coming after him, just as Aphrodite warned. And… glancing to Annabeth and Clarisse, Percy finds his lips pursing together, his arms clinging to the two women all the tighter.

… How was a Goddess of Marriage intent on making him her new husband and king going to approach the fact that he already had multiple lovers?

[ ] Stay quiet for now, but also vigilant - 32%

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