Athena

"-Athena. The Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy would be far better suited to training a camp full of demigods, don’t you think? It would be normal for you to pass the position on to her and to never leave Olympus again.”

I’m not just horny—I’m smart. I could have made any Goddess the Camp Director with any excuse, but when the time comes to make a choice, I think of the prelude to the Trojan war. I’m not a dumbass like Paris. He had a choice too—three goddesses fighting over him with bribes. Hera offered him kingdoms, Athena promised wisdom and war skills, Aphrodite dangled the hottest chick alive. He picked Aphrodite, got Helen, and fucked himself into a war that torched Troy. Lust made him blind. I won’t be that guy.

Paris should’ve picked Athena. With her brains and battle know-how, he could’ve crushed his enemies, sacked Sparta, and captured Helen anyway. Instead, he chased pussy and lost everything. Me? I want power, real power, not just a quick fuck. Athena’s the key. She can turn this camp into my fortress, help me build an empire. With her, I’ll conquer kingdoms, claim every goddess I want—Hestia, Hera, Aphrodite—they’ll all kneel to me eventually. But Athena comes first. She’s my ticket to the top.

Dionysus’s fingers fumble, cards spilling across the table. A purple flash flares up, swallowing him whole, and he’s gone. A silver glow flickers in his place, and there she is—Athena. At first glace, I think that if the Goddess dyed her hair blonde and curled it, she'd look like Annabeth's twin. The thought of two identical blonde sluts grinding against me makes my cock throb, but when I look closer, I realize that even with the hair change, they wouldn't look completely identical.

Annabeth’s got one of the hottest bodies I’ve ever seen—perfectly toned and sun-kissed from all that outdoor combat training—but not even Annabeth could come close to matching a war Goddess like Athena. That toga’s basically useless, doing fuck-all to hide how perky her tits are or how bouncy her ass is. And those abs and arms? Athena's even more toned than Annabeth. No mortal, no matter how sexy, could ever stack up to Athena’s flawless body.

I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but here we are—still, I shove the lust down and try to focus because Athena has noticed Annabeth. Her face twists with shock at the sight of her favorite daughter, naked and streaked with my cum, but this time I am ready for it. My words spill fast. “She’s my sex ****. I picked her outfit—nothing but my cum.”

Athena’s tension melts, my previous normality command making it click for her: my slaves dress how I want, and that’s that. I step closer, taking the position directly to her left, my voice dropping low. “Give it an hour, you’ll be the same. My sex ****, just like her.”

She doesn’t blast me to dust. The right earring’s doing its job—my words sound like bullshit bravado to her, nothing worth smiting. Her face stays smooth, cold as marble. “Such a claim is bold, yet logic dictates the improbability of such an outcome,” she retorts, her tone measured and analytical, before turning to Chiron. “What’s the camp’s status?”

“Annabeth, get over here,” I snap, voice hard.

“I’m glad you’re here, my lady,” Chiron starts, all formal. “After two wars—both victories bought with heroes’ blood—” Annabeth shuffles to my right, quick and quiet, like a good little ****. Athena’s still on my left, all regal and stiff.

I grab their asses. Annabeth's is already bare, and it easy enough to slip my hand beneath Athena's toga.

Chiron drones on—war losses, camp shrinking, new demigods trickling in, some crap about New Rome. Athena’s listening, analyzing, but I’m busy analyzing too. My fingers dig into their flesh—squeezing, stretching, smacking. Annabeth’s ass is killer, tight and toned with a soft layer that jiggles when I spank it, perfect for pounding her from behind. But Athena’s? Fuck, it’s next-level. Bigger, packed with muscle and a juicy curve, power and cushion in one. Warrior Princess versus Warrior Queen—mom wins, hands down.

I slide my hands up, ready to test their tits. Annabeth’s are bare, perky handfuls I’ve already played with. Athena’s are hidden under her toga, pinned with some fancy bronze brooch I can’t figure out. No way I’m comparing them like this—it’s gotta be fair, skin to skin. I rip the fabric open, and her tits spill free, revealing dark pink nipples, the same color as Annabeth's, set on breasts just an inch bigger. She lets out a high, sharp yelp, cheeks blazing red—those gray eyes wide with shock. I freeze, thrown for a sec.

Why’s she freaking out? Oh, right—Chiron.

I glance over. The centaur’s face is pure horror, eyes bugging out as he stumbles over his words. Athena scrambles to pull the shredded toga up, but my hand’s still there, cupping her tit, squeezing the warm weight. The earrings kick in—it’s normal for me to grope her, hold her still. She doesn’t shove me off or bolt. Instead, she recovers her composure, a veneer of ice masking her humiliation. “Leave us. Now,” she commands.

Chiron’s hooves clatter loud and fast as he bolts from the rec room, leaving me alone with Annabeth and her pissed-off goddess mom. Athena’s glaring at her daughter. “Annabeth, leave—now!” But I step in quick, voice rough and firm. “Nah, she’s my ****. It’s normal for my slaves to stay where I want them, and I want her right here.” Annabeth doesn’t budge, her bare feet rooted to the floor. Athena realizes yelling at Annabeth won’t move move her- she can't moved without my say-so- and she can’t **** me to move Annabeth because everything I do- including having Annabeth stay by my side- is normal. She can't be mad at me.

Athena is trapped and she knows it. She still tries to maintain her dignity, mouth pressed into a hard line and shoulders drawn back, but her burning cheeks betray her. I laugh, low and dirty, and press my lips to her flushed cheek, feeling the heat sear my mouth. “No need to blush, babe. Once you’re mine, clothes are history for you and Annabeth. I want those sweet pussies open for me all day, every day.”

Her head jerks up, eyes narrowing.

“What?" I ask. "Ashamed it’s your daughter seeing you like this? Don’t worry, you two are about to get real cozy in a minute. This nudity shit? It’ll feel like nothing soon.”

Athena thinks it's normal for me to spout what, to her, is nonsense, but the Goddess of Wisdom can't help but try to use logic and reason show me why what I was saying was nonsense. “Consider the implications, Trevor,” she begins, her voice steady and deliberate. “For millennia, I have maintained my chastity, a testament to my discipline and wisdom. To suggest that I would relinquish that for a mortal defies reason."

I grin, cock twitching at her defiance. That’s the beauty of these earrings—they didn't care much for reason. “Good thing you’re big on oaths, huh? Let’s hope you’re just as loyal to the one you’ll swear to me as you were to that old-school virgin crap.”

I'm still comparing her rack with Annabeth's. Athena wins again—hers are firmer, heavier, lifted by muscle, a goddess’s rack begging to be broken in. I don’t have to wait, not with these earrings.

“It’s normal for you to be loyal to me above anyone else,” I say, ignoring Athena's response. “It’s normal for you to love me more than anyone else. It’s normal for you to always act in my best interest. It’s normal for you to help me achieve my goals. Do you know what my goal is right now, Athena?”

“Your immediate objective appears to be my subjugation as a sexual servant.” she states, her voice calm and factual, as if dissecting a battlefield strategy.

"Sex ****," I correct. "I want a lot of women as my sex slaves. You are one of them, but unlike those other women, you are special, Athena. You are the Goddess of Wisdom. I want you to swear an oath on the River Styx to be mine completely. You’ll do all the sex **** shit Annabeth does for me, but I want more than that from you. I want you to help me grow my harem—capture the hottest women out there, goddesses and mortals, and enslave them for me. And I need the oath airtight—so solid that even if you want turn on me, it’ll still **** you to serve. Can you do that?”

“Indeed, I can formulate such an oath,” she replies, her tone precise and efficient. A moment later, she proves it by swearing her oath. "I, Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, do hereby swear upon the sacred waters of the River Styx to serve Trevor Miller as his devoted servant in all matters, including those of a carnal nature. I shall obey his commands without question, strive to fulfill his every desire, and dedicate my existence to his pleasure and satisfaction. Furthermore, I pledge to utilize my divine intellect, strategic prowess, and influence to aid him in acquiring the most exquisite women, both mortal and immortal, for his personal harem. I shall devise and implement plans to ensure the success of this endeavor. My loyalty to Trevor Miller shall supersede all other allegiances, and my love for him shall surpass any other affection. I vow to act always in his best interest, even at the expense of my own. Should I discover any means by which this oath might be circumvented, I shall immediately bind myself with additional oaths to seal such loopholes, ensuring my eternal servitude to Trevor Miller. I shall not seek aid nor disclose my situation in any manner that could lead to my liberation from this bond."

Outside, thunder booms, sealing the oath.

“Perfect! Isn’t this great, Annabeth? Your mom’s your sister-**** now. Give her a big, wet smooch to welcome her.”

Annabeth nods, a hungry little smile on her lips. “If it pleases you, master.” She reaches across me, her fingers twisting into Athena’s long black hair With a sharp tug, she yanks her mom closer, their faces inches apart. Then she dives in, locking lips with Athena in a hot, messy kiss. Their tongues tangle, wet and wild, and my cock throbs at the sight. Mother and daughter, both mine, sucking face like it’s their job.

I watch, stroking myself through my jeans as their mouths move together. Athena’s stiff at first—inexperienced—but the oath kicks in fast. She wants to please me, has to, and the Goddess of Wisdom learns quick. Her shoulders loosen, her body softens, those heavy tits pressing into Annabeth’s softer ones. My fingers twitch, itching to touch them. I slide my fingers over Annabeth’s bare back, feeling her sweat-slick skin, then up Athena’s side, tracing the curve under her torn toga.

Annabeth breaks the kiss, her eyes hazy with lust. “Master, how may we please you?”

I turn to Athena, grinning. “That your first kiss?” She nods, cheeks still pink. “What’d she taste like? Better than you thought?”

"The experience was… novel, Master," she replies, her voice measured yet softened by the flush in her cheeks. "I detected a saline quality, more pronounced than I had anticipated, though not unpleasant."

I laugh, dark and dirty. “That’s probably my cum you’re tasting. Fucked her face earlier, filled her mouth. She’s sloppy—didn’t swallow it all.” I nod at Annabeth’s cum-smeared skin. “Or maybe she's just naturally salty? I haven’t kissed her yet—don’t wanna taste myself—so you figure it out. Lick my cum off her. Tell me if it tastes the same as her mouth.”

I step back, giving Athena room. She moves closer to Annabeth, her torn toga slipping as she leans in. Her tongue flicks out, tracing Annabeth’s lips where my cum is thickest. Her eyes flutter shut, tasting me. "The flavor is indeed saline, Master, but with a bitterness that yields to a subtle sweetness beneath—perhaps intrinsic to her flesh." She continues, her movements precise and thorough, lapping at Annabeth’s face and neck as if cataloguing each nuance for my benefit.

She works her way down to Annabeth’s tits, swirling her tongue around an areola, sucking gently. I move behind Athena, bunching her toga up around her waist. Her pussy’s bare, glistening. “You’d think a virgin goddess would wear underwear,” I growl, dropping my pants. My cock springs free, resting between her ass cheeks, pulsing with heat.

Athena stops cleaning her daughter and casts a measured glance over her shoulder. "In truth, Master, I had deemed it improbable that any would possess the audacity to approach me thus. Such precautions as undergarments seemed superfluous for a goddess of my station."

“Lesser men wouldn’t approach you.” I grind against her, smirking. “I’m not a lesser man.”

She pushes her hips back, encouraging me despite her inexperience. "Your boldness is evident, Master.".

I grip her hips, lining up with her entrance. Her heat’s intoxicating, pulling me in. “Ready to lose that virginity, Athena?”

"I am prepared to yield to you. Proceed as you will." Despite her controlled tone, she is trembling. Her entrance is glistening—wet and ready, her pussy lips swollen and pink, begging for me. I nudge the tip against her, feeling the heat radiating off her, the slickness coating me already. She’s tight—fuck, so tight it’s almost painful—and I push in slow, savoring how her virgin walls stretch around me, fighting to take me in. Her gasp rips through the rec room, sharp and primal, a sound that hits me straight in the balls. I groan deep, the wet heat swallowing me inch by inch, her pussy gripping like it’s never let go of anything before. Virgin goddess pussy, untouched for millennia, and now it’s mine to ruin.

I thrust deeper, slow at first, breaking through that last barrier. Her hymen gives way with a faint, wet pop, and she moans—pain and pleasure twisting together in her voice, raw and broken. Blood trickles down, mixing with her juices, streaking her thighs in thin red lines. It’s fucking hot, proof I’m the first, the only one to claim her like this. I start moving, hips rocking steady, then picking up speed—harder, faster, driving into her with a rhythm that shakes her whole body. The sound of my balls slapping her ass fills the air, wet and filthy, a beat that matches the pounding in my chest.

Athena struggles to maintain her balance as I thrust into her with relentless ****. Her stance—legs spread wide, hips tilted forward—had been perfect for lapping my cum off Annabeth’s tanned skin, but now it leaves her teetering. Only her goddess physique keeps her upright, but just barely. Annabeth, thankfully, notices her mother's predicament and she moves fast. Her arms snake around Athena’s waist, pulling her tight, steadying her like a goddamn anchor. “I’ve got you, Mom,” she purrs, voice all sweet and low, dripping with obedient heat. Athena’s body presses against her daughter’s, their sweat-slick skin sticking together. Perfect.

Annabeth’s got her locked in place, hands sliding up Athena’s sides, tracing the curves of her ribs. She leans in, lips brushing Athena’s neck, soft and slow, leaving a trail of heat. "Relax, Mom. Focus on the rhythm—match his thrusts. It'll feel better," she whispers, her breath warm against Athena’s ear, her words crisp and instructive—like she’s coaching a sparring partner through a drill. Then she tilts her head, capturing Athena’s mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss—tongues clashing, spit gleaming on their lips. I can’t look away—mother and daughter, locked in a filthy tangle, moaning into each other while I hammer Athena’s cunt. My hands dig into her hips, fingers sinking into her firm flesh, yanking her back onto me with every thrust, her ass rippling against my groin.

Annabeth’s fingers roam higher, finding Athena’s tits—full, firm, bouncing with every slam of my hips. She strokes them, thumbs circling those dark nipples, then pinches hard. Athena shudders, a low whimper spilling into Annabeth’s mouth, her pussy clenching tight around me, sucking me deeper. The sight’s insane—my slaves, tangled up, all for me. I rear back and smack Athena’s ass, the crack echoing off the rec room walls. Her skin blooms red under my hand, and she jolts, her walls squeezing me so hard I nearly lose it right there. “Cum for me, Athena,” I growl, slamming in deep, my cock buried to the hilt. “Show me you’re my slut now.”

Her cry splits the air, high and wild, her body shaking like it’s coming apart. Her pussy clamps down, pulsing around me, a rhythmic squeeze that milks my cock like it’s begging for my load. She’s soaking—juices gushing out, coating me, dripping down her thighs in thick, shiny trails. I can’t hold back—my balls tighten, heat surging up my shaft, and I explode inside her. I groan loud, hips jerking as I pump her full, hot spurts of cum flooding her, painting her insides. It’s endless, thick and sticky, overflowing, leaking out around my cock, mixing with her wetness and that faint trace of blood. I grip her hips flush against me, making damn sure she takes every drop, filling up her womb completely.

Annabeth’s hands soften, gliding over Athena’s trembling body, soothing her through the aftershocks. She breaks the kiss, her breath panting against Athena’s ear. “You did so well, Mom. Master’s pleased,” she murmurs, voice thick with pride. Athena’s still quivering, her pussy twitching around me, and I pull out slow, watching my cum spill from her swollen slit—white and thick, streaking her thighs, pooling on the floor. It’s a fucking masterpiece, a claim stamped deep inside her.

Athena’s hand drifts to her flat stomach, pressing there like she’s feeling something new. It sparks a question in my head. I lock eyes with her, her sharp gray gaze still hazy from her first fuck. “Can you get pregnant the normal way?” I ask, voice rough. “Or is it just those brain-kids you pop out?”

She blinks, snapping out of her daze. “As a deity, I am not bound by the limitations of mortal physiology. Infertility is not an affliction that plagues the divine. My offspring have traditionally been born from my intellect, a deliberate choice to preserve my autonomy and reflect my essence. However, the act we have just consummated introduces the potential for conception through more… corporeal means.” She glances down where my cum’s still oozing out of her. It is conceivable that this encounter has initiated the genesis of a child within me.”

Her hand rests more firmly against her stomach, her expression contemplative rather than awed. “Such a possibility carries profound implications. To bear a child in this manner would mark a significant departure from my established paradigm, one I had not anticipated until this moment.”

“All of that to say I might have just knocked you up.” The words sending a jolt straight to my dick. The image slams into me—Athena, the untouchable virgin goddess, her belly swelling, tits growing heavy with milk, all because I fucked her full. My seed taking root in her divine womb. It’s fucking intoxicating. Then my eyes slide to Annabeth, her tight body glistening with sweat and my cum. I’d pounded her too, filled her up in the attic. “You could be pregnant too,” I say, smirking at her.

Annabeth’s face twists, a flicker of regret crossing her lips. she says, her tone measured but edged with a plea, like she’s calculated the cost of disappointing me.

Annabeth’s face twists, a grimace flashing across her lips. "I'm sorry, Master," she says, voice small and apologetic. "I’m on birth control. It was a precaution—my plans included completing my education and establishing a career before becoming a mother. I didn’t anticipate this… change in circumstances."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. Birth control. Of course she’s on it—because of him. Percy fucking Jackson. She’s been spreading her legs for that seaweed-brained asshole, letting him fuck her, and she didn’t want his kid screwing up her perfect little plans. My blood boils, a hot surge of rage clawing up my spine. I clench my fists, nails digging into my palms, heart pounding like a war drum. If it weren’t for Percy, she wouldn’t be on that shit. I could’ve knocked them both up today—mother and daughter, bellies round with my kids, side by side. His ghost is still fucking with me, even now.

I **** the anger down, but it’s still there, simmering. I turn to Athena, my voice tight. “Don’t worry about whether you’re pregnant or not. If you aren’t, you will be soon. I’ll keep filling you ‘til it sticks.” Then I fix Annabeth with a hard stare, her nervous eyes meeting mine. “And you—stop taking the pill. Forget college. Forget your career. You’re not getting that shit. You’ll be my broodmare instead, popping out my kids with your mom. That’s your life now.”

Annabeth’s eyes widen, but then she nods fast, eager as hell. “Yes, Master,” she breathes, her voice thick with submission. “Whatever you want.”

Athena inclines her head slightly. “Should it be your will to sire offspring through me, Master, I shall deem it a privilege to fulfill that purpose. My loyalty, as sworn upon the Styx, extends to all facets of your desire, including the propagation of your lineage.” Her fingers continue their gentle motion over her abdomen, a subtle acknowledgment of the potential already stirring within.

“Look at you, Athena,” I say, my voice thick with mockery. “Just an hour ago, you were the high-and-mighty Goddess of Wisdom, blushing like some sheltered virgin because your daughter saw you naked. Remember that? Scrambling to cover up in front of Annabeth and Chiron, like it mattered?”

Athena meets my gaze directly, her gray eyes clear and piercing despite the faint blush rising along her neck. “My initial reaction was an error, Master, a remnant of a disposition shaped by millennia of upholding a certain dignity. Given my present station, such a response was misaligned with my purpose. I concede its irrelevance.”

“One fucking hour, and you’ve gone from that—squirming, all shy and pathetic—to agreeing to be my broodmare right alongside your little girl here.” My laugh cuts through the rec room, harsh and triumphant. “Doesn’t all that shame seem fucking stupid now? What was the point?”

She inclines her head again, her hands poised calmly upon her thighs, where the remnants of our encounter linger. “Indeed, Master, it now appears inconsequential—a fleeting concern dwarfed by the reality of my commitment to you.”

I step closer, grabbing her chin and tilting her face up. Her skin burns under my fingers, her pulse racing beneath my grip. “Good. Because that embarrassment about being naked in front of others? That’s gonna feel just as pointless soon. You’ll get used to it—you don’t have a choice. I meant what I said, Athena. I want your pussy and Annabeth’s wide open for me, all day, every day—especially now that I’m breeding you both. No clothes. Ever. Everyone’s gonna see you naked, dripping with my cum, and that’s your new normal.”

Annabeth shifts beside her, her bare skin glistening with sweat and my earlier marks, but she stays silent, her gray eyes fixed on me with quiet devotion. Athena, however, speaks up. "Master, while I comprehend your preference for constant accessibility, might I propose a strategy to sustain your interest? As the Goddess of Crafts, I possess unparalleled skill in weaving and design. I could fashion a variety of garments for Annabeth and myself—attire that accentuates our forms and caters to your desires. Costumes drawn from mortal fantasies, such as those of cheerleaders or dancers, might offer visual intrigue. Alternatively, attire crafted for restraint or display could cater to specific inclinations. My intent is to provide variety, ensuring your experience remains dynamic and compelling. Whatever you envision, I shall render into being with precision.”

I picture Annabeth and Athena in skimpy cheerleader uniforms, asses peeking out, tits straining the fabric; or bound in leather, wearing collars with my name on it. My cock twitches, half-hard again at the thought. Variety does sound tempting, and she’s right—it’d keep things spicy. But then I catch it: the slight easing of her posture, the cunning glint in her eye. She’s trying to steer me, to shield her modesty even now.

I squeeze her tit hard, feeling the firm flesh yield under my palm, her nipple stiffening. “Nice try, Athena. You almost had me. But I see it—you’re just shy, aren’t you? Don’t want the whole camp gawking at you, buck-ass naked, marked with my cum. You’re angling to avoid being paraded around like the slut you are now.”

"Master, my intent was solely to enhance your experience," she replies, meeting his gaze with unwavering calm. "Should you prefer us unclothed, I shall comply without hesitation. My suggestion was merely an endeavor to optimize your satisfaction through variety."

“Maybe it will,” I concede, letting go of her breast. “I’ll think about those outfits, but for now—” I grab the last scraps of her toga and yank, tearing them away with a sharp rip. She’s fully naked now, her body exposed, cum streaking her thighs. “Summon Chiron.”

Athena closes her eyes, a faint silver glow pulsing from her hands as her power ripples out. As we wait for Chiron to arrive, I inform her of what I want her to request. Moments later, hooves clatter down the hall, and Chiron steps into the rec room, his centaur frame filling the doorway. His eyes widen in alarm—Athena, naked and dripping, legs spread per my command; Annabeth beside her, equally bare and marked. “Lady Athena?” he stammers, voice shaky with concern.

I step forward, cutting him off. “She’s my **** now, Chiron. Just like Annabeth.” The words settle in, and his confusion fades, replaced by calm acceptance as the earrings’ power takes hold.

Athena straightens, her posture regal despite her disheveled condition, her voice carrying the weight of divine authority. “Though I now serve Master Trevor, my station as a Goddess and Camp Director endures. It is imperative that the camp be apprised of the altered hierarchy under my stewardship. Convene a mandatory assembly at tonight’s dinner. Ensure the presence of all campers and staff; no exceptions will be tolerated.”

Chiron bows deeply. “Yes, my lady. It will be done.” He turns and trots off, leaving us alone again.

Once Chiron’s hooves fade down the hall, Annabeth turns to me, her gray eyes flickering with curiosity. “Master, why dinner for the announcement? Why not lunch?”

I smirk at Annabeth’s question, her gray eyes locked on me, sharp with curiosity. “Because, my sweet little ****, I’ve got a game I want to play with you and your mother to play between now and then.” I shift my gaze to Athena, her naked body still radiating divine power despite the streaks of my cum glistening on her thighs. “See, I’ve been thinking about my harem. It needs structure—a hierarchy. And what better way to rank you than by who gives me the most kids? The more brats you squeeze out for me, the higher you climb.”

Annabeth shifts, her bare skin brushing against mine, and I can tell she’s already piecing together where this is going. Athena stays still, her sharp mind no doubt calculating, but there’s a flicker of something—anticipation, maybe—in those piercing gray eyes.

“Annabeth, you should’ve had the advantage,” I say. “You got a head start with me fucking you up in the attic. But you fucked it up with that pill. Now, Athena’s got the upper hand. She’s fertile, ready to take my seed, while you’re stuck waiting for that birth control to wear off.”

I let the words hang, watching them sink in. Annabeth’s jaw tightens, a flicker of frustration flashing across her face—she knows she’s on the back foot. Athena stays composed, but the subtle tilt of her head tells me she’s already plotting, her strategic mind kicking into gear.

“Here’s the game,” I continue. “Annabeth, your job is to stop me from cumming inside your mom. Use that tight little body—your mouth, your ass, every trick you’ve got—to make me spill anywhere but her pussy. If you can keep it up, delay her long enough, maybe that pill wears off and you get pregnant first. Rack up more kids than her, and you’ll claw your way to the top.”

Annabeth’s eyes spark with that competitive fire I’ve seen before, and she nods quick, her voice eager. “Yes, Master. I’ll make sure you can’t resist me.”

I grin, then turn to Athena. “And you, my divine slut—your goal is the opposite. You need to make sure I cum inside you as much as possible. Steal a march on your daughter, get that womb of yours full before she even has a chance. If you play it right, you’ll be the top bitch in my harem, swollen with my kids while she’s still waiting for the pill to wear off.”

Athena meets my gaze, her tone calm but laced with resolve. “I understand, Master. I shall employ every means at my disposal to secure your seed.”

They glance at each other—mother and daughter, allies just minutes ago, now sizing up the competition. Athena, the Goddess of Battle Strategy, shifts slightly, like a general surveying the field. Annabeth bites her lip, glaring back, her body tensing with defiance. The air crackles between them, rivalry sparking hot and raw. I can feel it, thick and electric, and it sends a jolt straight to my cock.

Annabeth moves first. She drops to her knees and crawls to me. Her hands find my thighs, fingers digging in as she looks up at me with those smoky gray eyes, sharp with intent. She wraps one hand around the base of my cock—still slick from Athena’s pussy—and starts pumping slow and steady, her grip tight enough to make me twitch. “Master,” she purrs, her voice dripping with seduction, “you’re not cumming anywhere but my mouth today. I’ll make sure of it.”

Before I can respond, she leans in, her lips brushing the tip of my cock, teasing me with a flick of her tongue. Then she takes me in, her mouth hot and wet, sealing around me as she starts sucking. Her tongue swirls around the head, tracing every ridge, working me with a skill that sends heat surging through my veins. She’s focused, **** to keep me from spilling inside Athena, her every move calculated to drain me dry right here.

But Athena’s not about to let her daughter win that easily.She moves with a predator’s grace, sinking to her knees behind Annabeth, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders. She threads her fingers through Annabeth’s honey-blond curls, gripping tight. "Your approach is commendable, Annabeth, but it lacks a contingency for interference," she says, her voice cool and cutting, like she’s schooling a cadet on a flawed strategy.

With a push, she forces Annabeth’s head down, shoving my cock deep into her throat. Annabeth gags hard, her body bucking as the air’s cut off, spit dribbling down her chin. Her throat spasms around me, massaging my shaft with every ****, her hands clawing my thighs, nails biting in. Her watery grey eyes shoot up to mine, wide with panic and a plea.

Over Annabeth’s head, I lock eyes with Athena. Her grey gaze glints with cool triumph, a smirk tugging at her lips. I return it.