Chapter 95: Hestia

A/N: Here's the new Chapter! Which also means the LAST two chapters are up on my for early access as well as the first three chapters of the replacement for this story, a HP AU fic titled "A Scoundrel's Staycation"!

Sorry if the ending feels rushed, but I'm chomping at the bit to move on to something new.

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By the time Percy finally leaves Hera's demesne and the two Goddesses within it behind, he's exhausted. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. It's been… a very, very long day. But he knows he's not done yet. He knows there's still more to do, more to settle more to-

"Enough, Percy."

Blinking, Percy isn't sure how but his feet seem to have betrayed him. Rather than moving onto any one of the other numerous encounters he knows that he needs to have as soon as humanly possible… he finds his head in a familiar lap as he lays sprawled out next to an incredibly warm hearth.

Fingers glide through his hair and along his scalp as Hestia, sweet Hestia, smiles down at him softly. He struggles for a moment, but even though there are no visible bindings… the warmth of the hearth itself seems to be almost confining as much as it is snug and comforting.

"Hestia… I can't… I can't rest."

"Resting is the only thing you can do, Percy. The only thing I will allow you to do. You have been through so much today. Not just today, but ever since you turned eighteen years old. You have suffered greatly and risen to heights that no other demigod before you has risen to in the process."

That brings a frown to Percy's face.

"I mean… other demigods have become gods before, right?"

Hestia scoffs.

"Is that all you think you've done, Percy? You are more than just a God now. Within you resides the Ophiotaurus' willing sacrifice. The power to bring down Mount Olympus flows through your veins, backed by the endurance and stamina of Atlas, the Bearer of the Heavens. And now you are and will always be the God who claimed the virginity of Olympus' Maiden Goddesses."

Percy flushes at the admonishment and rather blunt appraisal of his circumstances. Hestia, meanwhile, just smiles softly.

"You were wise to reject the throne that Hera would have foisted upon you, Percy. To become King of the Gods would have shackled and chained you down. It would have changed you and not for the better. But then why?"

Blinking, Percy furrows his brow in confusion.

"… Why what?"

Giving him a distinctly unimpressed look, Hestia shakes her head.

"Why are you acting like you took the position after all? Running around putting out fires, making mental lists on just who you need to go to next in order to keep everything from going up in smoke. You act as though you're the only one who can solve everyone's problems. You've already dealt with Kronos, Percy. There will be no Titan Uprising. You can rest now."

He flushes, squirming a bit in Hestia's lap as he considers what she's saying. Maybe she's right. Thinking about all of the other things he thought he needed to deal with right away… he realizes that they can wait for another day. Nothing will go up in flames if he just… takes a bit of time to himself.

At the same time, Percy gives Hestia his own unimpressed look.

"I see that you only really saw fit to make me stop after I took Artemis' virginity and kept Hera from doing anything foolish."

The Eldest Olympian blushes prettily as he calls her out, smiling apologetically and shrugging her shoulders.

"Ah. Well… it really was best that you complete the 'set' before your new divinity had a chance to fully settle. And Hera has always been… impetuous. Best to nip that in the bud before she made a particularly rash decision. Especially with Aphrodite whispering in her ear. That one…"

Hestia huffs and shakes her head again, even as Percy finds himself in wordless agreement. Aphrodite… she was an ally, but she was also a reminder that the most devoted and overzealous allies and followers could be just as dangerous as your greatest enemies. Her desire to see Percy on top had led to her manipulation of Hera and while everything had ultimately turned out alright for now, he knew he needed to keep a closer eye on her going forward and-

"Stop. Honestly Percy, do you not know the meaning of rest?"

Percy flushes as Hestia cuts off his spiraling thoughts. He squirms again in her lap, her fingers still moving through his hair and scraping across his scalp in a truly divine manner.

Looking down at him, Hestia just smiles and shakes her head again.

"Sleep, Percy. Find solace in the warmth of my hearth and rest easy knowing that all will still be there when you awaken."

Fuck… he should fight it more. There really is so much to do still. And yet… it's only the first day of his godhood. He has the rest of eternity stretching out in front of him. So maybe, just maybe, it's alright to do as Hestia says.

The feeling of comfort becomes damn near overwhelming, Percy's eyes drawing to a close as he lets out one last breathy sigh before darkness finally takes him.

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He probably shouldn't be surprised when he wakes up to the feel of warm breasts wrapped around his shaft and soft lips wrapped around his cockhead, but he is caught a little off guard all the same. Percy still wakes up slowly though, feeling like he just slept for an eternity, but also like it still wasn't quite enough time.

And yet, he also feels a strange sensation of well rested, paradoxically enough. Not to mention, settled in a way he hadn't been before. Percy didn't even realize how unstable he truly was until he has this sense of stability to compare it to.

Finally opening his eyes, he looks down to see Hestia between his legs, pleasuring him just as he expected. The Goddess of the Hearth has his cock wrapped up in her massive tits and has her mouth around the tip of his bulbous member, moaning as she sucks and slurps away.

While her tongue swirls around his cockhead and her breasts squish along his length, Percy feels his balls churning and lets out a heartfelt groan that finally alerts Hestia to the fact that he's awake. Her eyes flicker up to him and she smiles despite the cock in her mouth. The Goddess doesn't stop though… nor does Percy want her to.

Reaching up, he takes ahold of Hestia's hair and head, gripping down firmly as he feels a sense of rightness wash over him. He is the God of Domination now, after all. But that doesn't mean he has to be cruel or violent about it. Hestia eagerly submits to him anyways, her eyes fluttering as she lets out a happy little moan around his cock when he takes over.

Pushing her head further down his member, Percy watches her breasts fall away while her lips descend. Soon enough, she's deep throating his entire length as he begins to steadily face fuck her, her submissive gagging and gurgling noises like music to his ears.

"Gagkh… Gagkh… Gagkh…"

She's his. His woman, his goddess… his broodmare. Percy shudders as he suddenly senses the strength of the connection between them. He actually has a divine connection to a few goddesses now. The trio of formerly Maiden Goddesses, obviously. But also, Hera and Aphrodite as well.

And yet, its his connection to Hestia that is the strongest of all because right now… she carries his child. Hestia is pregnant from his seed, what will likely become known as one of Percy's final acts as a 'mere mortal' demigod.

Of course, knowing how Greek Mythology got, it would probably get confused and retold enough times that eventually there might be those who thought he knocked Hestia up AFTER he ascended to godhood. In the end though, it didn't matter what anyone else believed or thought. What mattered… was them.

With a grunt, Percy pushes Hestia to the base of his cock and holds her there as he finally cums. Without missing a beat, his submissive pet goddess happily swallows his load, drinking down every last drop of his seed without fail. His balls churn until they don't anymore, finally emptied after what feels like minutes of him releasing his load.

Finally though, Percy pulls Hestia off of his dick. However, he doesn't let go of her hair. Instead, letting new divine instincts guide him, he pulls her up and twists them both around. The end result is that Hestia is on her back underneath him as Percy looms over her.

Her legs instinctively spread for him, lifting up to into the air on either side to give him full access to her. Percy thrusts his cock into Hestia's dripping wet pussy without further ado, causing the pregnant goddess to cry out as he fills her with his throbbing mast.

As he begins to fuck her, Percy looks down into Hestia's eyes, hand still gripping at her hair as they stare at one another. After setting a powerful pace that fills the room with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, he speaks in a casual tone that bellies how he's pounding into her.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"How long did I sleep?"

Hestia, moaning wantonly and shuddering orgasmically beneath him… nevertheless answers in the same casual tone, their divine nature showing itself as they easily split their focus between carnal pleasures and an impromptu status report.

"A week, Percy. But you needed it. And nothing needing your attention has happened. Everyone is too busy reeling from your ascension and how you dealt with Kronos to make any moves yet."

Hm. Of course they were. Reaching up with his free hand, Percy grabs one of Hestia's massive breasts, giving it a good, solid squeeze. She moans all the more wantonly at his touch, shuddering in abject ecstasy and clearly loving every ounce of being dominated by his hands.

"Who do you think is most likely to make a move eventually then?"

Hestia hesitates for a moment, either thinking it over or perhaps considering whether she wants to give him information that will only cause him more stress. But in the end, Percy pinches her nipple between his fingers pointedly, making her squeal under him and ultimately answer his question.

"… Ares, almost certainly. Though like always, his plans will be the level of a toddler throwing a tantrum and easily seen through. As for everyone else… I don't believe Hermes will blame you for his son Luke's punishment. Especially since you left it in his and the rest of the Council's hands in the first place. The rest… of them all, the one I truly worry about is Hades."

Percy narrows his eyes at that, his lips curling down into a frown.

"Hades. Your fellow 'Triumvirate' member."

Hestia nods, even as her legs toss higher into the air, her toes curling from the constant orgasming her body is experiencing as Percy takes her in a consummate mating press. Still, she shows no signs of it affecting her ability to speak.

"Yes. Though that's because of one particular, very old issue. Tell me Percy… what are your intentions towards the Queen of the Underworld?"

That gives Percy pause. Persephone… of course. He had, after all, been Adonis' Reincarnation. Aphrodite had come to him… but Persephone hadn't ever made a move, had she? Funnily enough, Percy is able to answer Hestia's question with a clear mind and a clean conscience.

"I have none. That ship has sailed."

And it's the truth too. Hestia looks at him surprised, but Percy means every word. He feels light as a feather on that particular issue. Persephone might have been one of Adonis' divine benefactors, but Percy Jackson was not Adonis. And now that he was a god, he was even less the ancient mortal man.

No, ultimately, he and Persephone had no connection in this life and Percy was not the kind of man to go after a taken woman.

His words resonate through the air and Hestia looks relieved after a moment.

"… Then I don't believe Hades will be a problem at all, actually. And aside from Ares, that means the only problems are likely to come from outside of our Pantheon."

Wait… what? Percy blinks owlishly.

"Outside our Pantheon?"

And then it hits him, almost like a lightning bolt. He's not sure where the knowledge comes from, but it clearly comes because he's now a divine being. Still, all of the sudden Percy understands the plain and simple truth that he probably should have realized a long time ago… they aren't alone in the world.

Of course they aren't. If the Olympians are real, then why wouldn't the rest of the gods and goddesses of different cultures all across the world be real too?

Hestia gives him an apologetic look as he processes this new knowledge as well as what it means for him personally. All the while, he's still plowing away at Hestia's divine, pregnant body.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, Percy. Just remember, you passed on the opportunity to be King of the Gods. That means all of this doesn't have to be your problem."

When Percy doesn't respond, Hestia just rolls her eyes in exasperated fondness.

"… At least let us on the Council try to resolve anything that comes up before you stick your nose in it, Percy Jackson."

His full name gets to him and he lets out a sheepish laugh before leaning down and planting a kiss on Hestia's lips, one that she happily returns. At the same time, he finally unloads inside of her, before pulling out with a grunt.

"Alright. I'll try."

Hestia just smiles at him and Percy knows he won't be able to do anything less than try just to keep her from being disappointed in his actions. She was dangerous like that.

Still…

"I should go see Artemis about what I need to do next with this whole godhood thing…"

Rolling her eyes, the Goddess of the Hearth huffs.

"Sure. Maybe you'll actually listen to her when she tells you that not everything needs to be go-go-go all the time…"

Percy raises an eyebrow, but Hestia sounds more amused than indignant so in the end he just shrugs and rises from the bed. A week of sleep sounded crazy to part of him, but he can tell that he needed it. He feels… good now. Better than good, he feels complete.

Time to go start figuring out what this godhood thing was all about.

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