Dinner With

A strong wind blew back my hair as I walked down the darkened streets of Olympus. The weather up here in Olympus is controlled by Zeus, and on the daytime that meant almost sparklingly bright sunlight. But at night, Zeus allows his favourite type of weather to take over Olympus: winds and storms, lightning and thunder.

As I was walking up to the palace of Hades, who had invited me over to dinner, I saw Demeter's palace in the distance, and my encounter with her in my plant form made me smile. It had been four days ago, and with my semi divine status, my already highly addictive cum has become almost irresistible. Just one fuck had been able to break Demeter, and my plant form had fucked her five times more that day, and the day after that. The next day though, I only fucked her three times. Demeter tried various tricks to coax my plant form to fuck her (my favourite was Demeter masturbating on the floor in front of the plant) but he I did not give in. Then, yesterday, I stopped fucking her completely. And no matter what the goddess did, the plant did not even move.

The reason for that was very simple. By now Demeter should have figured out that as I was the one who gave her the plant, I might have something to do with what happened to her afterwards. Yet she did not approach me, still having some pride, or maybe even a bit of fear to do so. Instead she was satisfied with just getting fucked by my plant form and getting the cum she loves so much that way. So I cut off her supply. Sooner or later, her addiction would win over her, and Demeter would approach me.

Sighing, I tried to concentrate. I reminded myself that today's target is a different Olympian as I stepped through the gates that led to Hades' palace.

"This is very good my lord," I told Hades, taking another spoonful and trying to end the awkward silence.

"Hmm? Oh yes. The cook was one of the best among mortals when he was alive," the god of the dead said absentmindedly.

I gently put the spoon down. I don't know if the meal was prepared by a ghost or a zombie or what, but it all seems less appetizing now. I looked around. We were in a dimly lit dining room in Hades' palace. The table was long enough to sit about two dozen people, but only me and Hades occupied it; him at the head and me to his right hand side. When I entered he explained to me that his wife is out with her mother, spending some time together, meaning it was just him and me. Great.

Since I won't eat the rest anyway, I decided to cut to the chase. "My lord, why did you invite me over here today?"

"What?" Hades asked. He had been distracted the entire dinner, not eating a single bite and looking at the distance with a troubled face. If gods are unable to change their appearances at will, I am sure that there would be dark circles under his eyes, what with all the nightmares he has been having.

Hades cleared his throat and looked at me clearly for the first time. "Do you know what's the worst thing about being a god is, camp director?" he asked.

I hated long winded conversations, but I shut my mouth and merely shook my head.

Hades continued. "It's having to stay away from mortal affairs. Especially the affairs of our own children. That's what the fates have decreed, to keep the world in balance. That's why Camp Half-Blood's annual trip to Olympus so important to the gods. For a small time, we gods have the chance to spend time with our children."

Hades looked at me. I shrugged and kept my silence, causing Hades to continue. "I spent some time with my daughter yesterday. Hazel had nothing but praise to speak about you."

"Hazel is very kind my lord." I replied.

The god nodded absentmindedly. "She told me how you were acting as a - what's the word - therapist of some kind before you became the director. She said that you helped a lot of people, and even though hundreds of people confided in you, you never betray a single person's trust."

I smiled. Hazel has done her job well. "Confidentiality is part of the job. My lord."

"Good. Then I need your... advice," Hades said, forcing the last word out of gritted teeth, as if it shamed him to ask help from a lowly mortal like me.

"I have never worked with a god, but I'll do the best I can." I said.

Hades nodded. "I presume you know about my wife, Persephone? About how we met?"

"Yes."

"Well I have always thought that taking Persephone has been one of the best decisions in my life. We spent some happy times together, and while our marriage is far from ideal, she has been a good companion for me over the millennia of darkness I had to spend in the Underworld."

"But...?"

Hades sighed. "Something changed recently. I had begun to... almost regret my decision. I started getting nightmares about what happened, but from her perspective. How she must have felt. Scared, being taken by a stranger from everyone and everything she has ever known and loved." Hades sighed again. It seemed as if he had been holding on to that for a long time. But then he remembered who he confided in. "I would like your advice in this, Camp Director. But you do know that if you ever betray my secrets, I would turn you into a gecko, yes?"

"Of course," I said, sitting up in the chair and lacing my fingers. "Well, my lord, this is the early conclusion I can come to after hearing your story. When you first noticed Lady Persephone, you were attracted to her because she was beautiful and took her for yourself. But eventually, you truly began to appreciate her as a person. And now you feel guilty."

"But why?" Hades asked, almost wailing. Jeez, who knew the lord of dead could be such a cry baby?

"Well, think about it from her perspective my lord. She is one of the most beautiful goddesses in Olympus, and her parents are two of the strongest. Because of her beauty and high birth, she could have chosen any suitor she wished and live a happy life. Yet, you took that choice away from her. So it seems to me that, as atonement, you must give that choice back."

"What?" Hades asked confused. Then he realized what I was saying. His eyes became balls of fire. "How dare you? Are you planning to give me horns? You puny mortal?"

I tried to **** down the panic I was feeling and pooled my strength. I have never tried to hypnotize a person while he was awake, but this seems like a good time to start if any. Plus I am more powerful now than I have ever been. "My lord," I said, raw power intertwining with the words that poured out of my mouth. "You already said that you and Lady Persephone have a far from ideal relationship. Hazel, your child by a mortal woman, is the living proof of this. So let your own wife choose her partner as well. It would put an end to that guilt, those damned nightmares and make the wife you love happy. Isn't that everything you want?" I asked. Of course, I would have to use a more binding way to make him obedient later, like an oath on the River Styx, but for now, this would more than suffice.

Hades slumped back on his chair, putting his head on a hand. His eyes now seemed glazed over. "Yes... well... everything I want.... but the methods...?"

He would have probably kept blabbering on, if it wasn't for the sounds of feminine laughter and footsteps from the nearby corridor. They ended behind me, where the doorway to the dining hall was. "My husband. We are back." A woman's voice spoke behind me.

I turned back to see who it was, and saw Persephone and Demeter. Daughter and mother both gasped upon seeing me. Hopefully, Hades is still too dazed to notice.

Hades stood up, reeling a bit from his experience, but walked over to the duo. "Wife," he remarked, kissing Persephone formally on the cheek before giving a nod to Demeter. "I think you have met the new director of Camp Half-Blood?"

"Of course," Persephone said, acting all flustered. She didn't act that way when I first met her at the tour, but of course that was before I fed her a constant barrage of dreams of me doing kinky shit to her for three days straight.

I walked over to her and took her hand. "My lady," I said, before kissing her delicate hand. I was being more formal than the necessary amount, but Persephone was certainly enjoying it. With her slightly round face, she looked like an apple when she blushed. Cute.

I walked over to her mother. "And of course, I have met Lady Demeter before," I said, taking her hand and kissing it, with perhaps a bit more tongue than necessary. The MILF goddess shivered, bit her lips and turned away. One look from my eyes was enough to convey the fact that I know about her dirty little secret.

Persephone cleared her throat. "So what is the camp director doing here my husband?"

Hades fidgeted. "We had some private matters to discuss. He was just about to leave." Hades then looked at me, a troubled expression in face. "I'll think about what you said in great detail, camp director. Our conversation was... enlightening."

I nodded. "Very well. Before I leave, can I use the restroom."

"Down the corridor to the right. There will be two doors, marked 'divine' and 'mortal.' Make sure you go to the right one."

I went out of the dining room into a dimly lit corridor. Before long, I sensed that Demeter was following me. Maybe she figured that now is finally time to confront me. But that would not do. I needed her to break a little more before that happens.

Demeter had disguised herself, making herself unable to be seen or heard a mortal. Unfortunately for her, I am a bit more than a mortal now. The game as just begun and the poor slut has failed already.

Soon, I arrived at the two doors Hades mentioned. Suppressing my curiosity about what's so special about a divine shitter, I opened the door that said 'mortal' and went in, holding the door open just long enough for a certain invisible goddess to slip in.

I closed the door. Inside was the most pristine bathroom I had ever seen. After taking a quick peek around to satisfy my curiosity, I pulled my pants down. Demeter gasped loudly, ignorant of the fact that I can see and hear her. I then started to jack off.

It was weird to use my own hand after months of mind blowing sex, but I pushed through. Demeter must have smelled my cum, as she moaned loudly and grabbed her crotch, before rubbing it furiously. That, along with my power to control when I can cum meant that soon enough, ropes of my cum was flying at the toilet.

Immediately after, I acted like I was feeling guilty. I quickly wiped my dick, and flushed down the cum, pretending not to notice the cum that fell on other places in my hastiness. I then dashed out of.

I walked a couple of steps down the corridor (so that Demeter could hear my footsteps fading away) I turned back and put on Annabeth's invisibility cap. It would not be able to trick a major goddess, but Demeter's dealing with my cum and a broken mind.

When my invisible self walked into the restroom, I saw Demeter, kneeling in front of the toilet, her face a mixture of desire and disgust. Then she closed her eyes, stuck her tongue out, and dragged it all through the rim of the toilet. It was so disgustingly perverse, I had to struggle so as not gasp. The Olympian licked the toilet all over, before getting on all fours, and licking the floor, where specks of my cum must have fallen. It was a very clean floor, but for the proud Olympian to do that, she must have sacrificed any ounce of dignity that was left. I decided that she was broken enough, and took off my cap.

Demeter made a sound like a startled animal, but did not move. She could not move, her body and expression completely still as what is left of her mind went numb with humiliation.

"Very good job slut," I said, before leaving the broken, frozen goddess on the bathroom floor.

Author's note: a question for my dear readers: what story would you like to see, after the end of this one?

A) Raj and his harem dominating the other pantheons of the Rirodan universe (Egyptian and Norse)?

B) Raj and his harem going to another fictional universe, most likely the Game of Thrones world, and dominating it?

C) Raj having a happy ending this story and a whole new story as my next one?

The choice is up to you.