Impeding Storm

Have you ever gotten a super sensual loving blowjob?

Or have you ever slowly rocked your cock back and forth inside your lover's tight sensitive pussy?

Maybe you understand the feeling of a tight asshole, squeezing your dick as you slowly went through the motions?

Imagine all three at once.

That's how I woke up.

I immediately sprayed cum all over my bed and inside Juno.

"Woof, Daddy," Sadie greeted in her human form. "Was that a good morning?"

"Oh, a great one," I said, heading to the bathroom.

To my great pleasure, Juno didn't stop playing with me, teasing me, edging me, all as I went along my morning routines. I came in Juno three more times, all while brushing my teeth and taking a shower.

Once I was done, I exited the bathroom and unlocked Juno, feeling extremely awkward about the way she woke me up

"She is your goddess, Daddy, same as me," Sadie said confusedly, feeling my hesitation. "Why are you being weird about it?"

"It's just not what I'm used to, Pup," I said.

"If that were the case, I wouldn't be born," Sadie said, with a hint of darkness.

I frowned as we walked to the Dining Hall, remembering that other world where I had Sadie with an Egyptian goddess version of Annabeth. Needless to say, it wasn't a great relationship, and neither of us really showed affection to Sadie in that world, let alone each other.

"Even though it feels equally real to our minds, it isn't real," I whispered to myself as we entered the dining hall.

As I expected, Clotho flashed in when I sat down.

"Hello, everyone," Clotho said. "PTF requirements will resume today, and pause every Challenge day. Please finish your breakfast, then we will introduce the two new Aspirant Olympians, and present the new Transformation options to the Audience."

"So it'll be like the beginning of last week," Mom said.

"Yes, Ms. Jackson," Clotho said, flashing away.

"That was weird," I commented. "They usually give the Charis Rankings."

"It's because they want to wait for when the new Contestants are here," Annabeth said.

"Oh, that makes sense," I realized.

Mom stood up with purpose, and I looked at her confusedly.

"Take your pants off, Percy," Mom loudly requested, and I happily obliged.

"Aunt Sally, why are you like this?" Annabeth asked, but she seemed more resigned than anything else.

"You're trying to tell me your seat isn't wet right now?" Mom asked as she used her milk to lube me up.

"That's because of my TF," Annabeth said embarrassedly.

"My seat may become wet as well," Zoë freely admitted.

"Everyone, you're the first batch of Goddesses, win or lose," Mom said, facing me as she grinded on my lap. "I want you all to watch this."

"What's going on, Mom?" I asked.

"You'll get it in a second, Percy," Mom said softly to me, then she held my dick and put it in her pussy. "I just took my son's dick."

"And that's not the first or last time," Clarisse said. "What's special now?"

"What's special is who my son is," Mom said, pressing my face to her lactating nipple. I gladly started drinking.

Mom moaned with intent as she grinded on me. "What's special is that my son is the Strongest Demigod Ever, and he'll only get stronger."

I grabbed Mom's ass, palming it as she breathed heavily and lectured everyone else between moans.

"What's special is that he took me without asking, because he can," Mom locked her legs behind my back. "He can do that to you as well."

Mom pulled backwards, resting her back against the table as I stood up and and thrusted into her while drinking her milk from the source for the first time.

Mom dropped her head back, looking at everyone upside down. "What's special, is that I'm pregnant, and he's the father."

Mom, Annabeth, Juno, and I all came at the same time, while Rachel made a loud squeak, I wouldn't be surprised if she came.

"I specifically stated to finish breakfast, not to fuck on the table," Clotho said with disapproval as she flashed in with her sisters.

"Sorry, Sisters," Mom said, sounding entirely unapologetic. "Just had to get that announcement out."

Mom was about to pull out, but I stopped her as I stood up, rearranging her to be in a koala hold.

"Spicy," Lachesis said. "That's one way to do a pregnancy announcement."

"Goodness, Sally, that was so hot," Amphitrite said.

"Enough with the delays," Atropos said, sounding angry. "Let us go."

I don't know what was going on with Mom, but whatever it was, she got me with it, and I continued to bounce her on my dick as we followed the Fates.

Amphitrite walked next to us and squeezed both of our butts playfully. "Congrats, you two."

"Amphy, one of our daughters will be here anytime soon," Mom said. "Are you prepared to explain it all?"

"They'll have to," Amphitrite said with a tight smile.

"We are here," Clotho said, and I pulled out of Mom, much to our collective disappointment.

Just like the first time, The Fates sat down and pulled a Thread out of me, then they wove the body of a lithe woman.

I looked away when the gold light became too bright, and I heard a rather vain yawn.

We all looked at the scantily dressed Contestant, and Mom and Amphitrite made twin sighs of disappointment.

"Behold the First Contestant of the Second Season, Kymopoleia," Clotho said.

Kymopoleia blinked as she looked at everyone. "Where are my powers?"

"The Fates took them away," I said with a sigh. "Kymopoleia, I wish I could say it's nice to see you, but —"

"Don't bother with the pleasantries," Kymopoleia said coldly, staring at Amphitrite. "I have... some knowledge of this place."

"How?" Mom asked pleadingly.

"I was given the information as I awoke," Kymopoleia settled her eyes on me, then she licked her lips tantalizingly. "Well, brother, shall we get to courting?"

"Woah, don't get ahead of yourself," Lachesis said. "We've still got another to pull from Perseus."

Lachesis dug her hook in me and pulled the thread out, then the Sisters got to Weaving.

I noticed that towards the end, the Sisters gave me looks, but I didn't think much of it, looking away unworriedly as the cocoon glowed bright gold.

I looked to see an unfamiliar woman, with short black hair and golden eyes.

My heart stopped when she laughed, a sound I was very familiar with, except it used to be male.

"Behold the Second Contestant of the Second Season, Kronika," Clotho said.

Kronika shot me an evil grin. "Ah, Perseus, it's been a while."

"Fuck," Lucia and I said at the same time.

"Such hostilities are unnecessary, we're in a new world!" Kronika exclaimed.

"Please remain calm," Clotho said. "We shall now begin with the Transformations. Ms. Chase, these are your options."

Annabeth Chase

Were-Beth: Annabeth Chase has dog features, but her mother's sacred animal wasn't even a dog. Annabeth is the result of Lycaon defiling one of Olympus' virgin goddesses. {Clotho}

Dress Me: Many pet owners dress their pets in outfits of their choosing. Annabeth finds a perverse enjoyment in Perseus putting her in outfits of his choice. {Lachesis}

Rabid Dog: Once per Season, Annabeth Chase can bite a Contestant, putting them in a state of frenzied mindless lust for the next 24 hours. {Atropos}

Vote Here For Annabeth

"Well, what's your choice?" Lachesis asked.

I turned to Annabeth. "What do you think, Wise Girl?"

"Now you'll ask for my opinion?" Annabeth asked surly.

I gave her a deadpan look. "Now isn't the time."

Sufficiently chided, Annabeth looked at the list again. "Dress Me has the least negative impact."

"Then that's my vote," I said to Lachesis.

"Your vote has been cast and tallied," Atropos said.

"Ms. Jackson, your options follow," Clotho said.

Salecia Jackson

The Two Mothers of The Sea: Amphitrite and Salecia Jackson are two sides of a coin. They have a mental bond with each other, making them feel what the other feels, and knowing their locations at all times. {Clotho}

Go With The Flow: Waves come and go, but the sea stays. Salecia Jackson is a reactive person, no longer proactive about earning Charis, and using Drachma. {Lachesis}

The Sea Taketh: The Norse used to bury their dead in the sea, burning the large skipsgravers in exchange for safe passage to the afterlife. Salecia Jackson is more lenient with those who incur the favor of other water-related Dieties/Aspirant Dieties. {Atropos}

Vote Here For Salecia

"Mom?" I asked.

"I'm torn between the first and the last one," she said after thinking for a while.

"Sally, the first may be more preferable to both of us personally, but we have to think about more than us," Amphitrite said softly.

"Who is this woman and why are you treating her like that?" Kymopoleia asked Mom.

"Not the time, Kymopoleia," Mom said. "Amphy is right, the last one is more important."

"You use her nickname too," Kymopoleia said thoughtfully, but I ignored her as I cast my vote.

"Your vote has been cast and tallied," Atropos said once again.

"Lady Amphitrite, it is your turn," Clotho said.

Amphitrite

Relation of the Seas: Salecia remembers a life as Amphitrite, but she truly isnt. Amphitrite is Salecia's younger sister and sister-wife of Poseidon in a reality that only her and her immediate relatives can remember. {Clotho}

Calming Waves: Amphitrite is the goddess of calm seas, but even calm seas have waves. Amphitrite's tits and ass will bounce at the slightest movement. {Lachesis}

Remnants of Another: Waves will push things from another time or another person to the beach. Amphitrite loves to prepare others for Perseus. {Atropos}

Vote Here For Amphitrite

"All three sound like a lot of fun," Amphitrite admitted, licking her lips.

"Oh?" Kymopoleia asked. "Are you finally pulling that stick out of your ass, Mother?"

Amphitrite twitched, but she didn't say anything to Kymopoleia. "The choice is yours, my king."

"So fast to kneel," Kronika chuckled.

"I vote for Relation of the Seas," I told the Sisters while ignoring Kronika.

"Your vote has been cast and tallied," Atropos said.

"Ms. LaRue, your options are as presented," Clotho said.

Clarisse LaRue

You Sheeple: Clarisse LaRue's opinions are more likely to be agreed upon by anyone with lesser than or equal Charis as her. {Clotho}

Throw Down the Gauntlet: Clarisse LaRue is a warrior, and she's not afraid to show it. Once a day, Clarisse can throw down a gauntlet at someone, challenging them to a duel under agreed terms with agreed bets. {Lachesis}

It's Time For Your Punishment: Perseus can now assign Punishments to Contestants, which Clarisse LaRue will deliver by spanking their bare asscheeks. {Atropos}

Vote Here For Clarisse

"Annabeth, which one is better in the long run of the show?" Clarisse asked.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. "You trust me not to fuck you over?"

"With Kronos— sorry, Kronika in the game, I think we're beyond petty games, rightful or otherwise," Clarisse said.

"You're right," Annabeth said while Kronika just laughed. "You Sheeple is great, but it doesn't seem as advantageous as Throw Down The Gauntlet."

Clarisse nodded at me, and I turned to the Fates.

"I vote for the second option," I said.

"Your vote has been cast and tallied," Atropos said.

"Ms. Dare, I present your options," Clotho said.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Spellbook of Lust: Succubi have powers of lust. Rachel has a spellbook with three Eromancy spells she can use. {Clotho}

Switching the Game: Rachel Elizabeth Dare has always disliked Annabeth Chase, but it was more of just a jealousy thing. Annabeth and Rachel have a switch dynamic, the dominant is based on who has more Charis. {Lachesis}

Whips and Chains: Devils are commonly believed to punish and **** evil souls. Rachel Elizabeth Dare is a sadist and masochist. {Atropos}

Vote Here For Rachel

"It's your choice, Master," Rachel said. "Everything here seems more fun than practical, so I'd like your choice."

I thought about it for a moment. The spell book was probably the least practical of the bunch. The one about Annabeth looked like it might have a practical benefit of dealing with the arguments and spats that Annabeth and Rachel constantly went through, while the last one was just fun.

"I vote for Switching The Game," I told the Fates.

"Your vote has been cast and tallied," Atropos said.

"Ms. Castellan, you have your options," Clotho said.

Lucia Castellan

Steal My Heart: Lucia Castellan always was a skilled thief, how will it feel for it to be the other way around? Lucia feels slightly unsettled unless Perseus returns her feelings of love for him. {Clotho}

Princess Andromeda: Lucia Castellan's ship, hidden from Poseidon and any sea gods that wished it harm. Lucia may grope anyone of the sea without them seeing an issue with it. {Lachesis}

Keeping Time In Place: in her last moments, Lucia chose to hold back Kronos and deal the last blow. During sexual encounters, Lucia can use Chronomancy to prevent orgasms until she chooses to deal the last blow as it were. {Atropos}

Vote Here For Lucia

"Percy, we need the last one," Lucia said, looking at me with panic in her eyes. "We can't risk Kronos getting the Domain of Time."

"It's Kronika now," Kronika said humourously.

"I agree," I said. "My vote goes to Keeping Time In Place."

Lucia sighed in relief.

"Your vote has been cast and tallied," Atropos said.

"Ms. Nightshade, observe your choices," Clotho said.

Zoë Nightshade

Nebula: Stars are created from nebulas, a form of gas in space. Zoë can take a gaseous form. {Clotho}

Stars in Your Eyes: once a day Zoë Nightshade can cast a spell to make another Contestant follow her mindlessly while in a state of amazement. {Lachesis}

Black Hole: when stars die, they can implode into black holes. Everyone is attracted to Zoë. {Atropos}

Vote Here For Zoë

"It is thine choice, My Percy," Zoë said. "These do not concern me."

"You should go for the Black Hole," Annabeth suggested. "It's not just an advantage here, it'll work in the long run."

"Fates, I'll take the third one," I said.

"Your vote has been cast and tallied," Atropos said.

"Lady Kymopoleia, your options are now revealed," Clotho said.

Kymopoleia

The Butterfly Effect: a single action can lead to a storm. Kymopoleia is extremely sensitive all over her skin, a few well placed taps can knock her out or make her orgasm. {Clotho}

The Choppy Sea: The seas can be a very tumultuous and scary place, and Kymopoleia embodies that. To her, it's not a good fuck if it's not rough. {Lachesis}

Loose Lips Sink Ships: and so do storms, something Kymopoleia is an expert on. Kymopoleia is always lubricated enough to have her "secret places" taken. {Atropos}

Vote Here For Kymopoleia

"Mother seems to be taken with you, little brother," Kymopoleia said. "I'd like to be prepared for you."

"Kymopoleia!" Mom and Amphitrite scolded her at the same time, but judging from their blushing expressions, they both wanted this.

I rolled my eyes. "I'll take the last option."

"Your vote has been cast and tallied," Atropos said.

"Lady Kronika, your future paths are here," Clotho said.

Kronika

Granny I'd Like to Fuck: Kronika is Perseus' grandmother, now, she'll look like a GILF, and have the charms of one. {Clotho}

Pushing Time Forward: During sexual encounters, Kronika can make the time from barely aroused to edge of orgasm go within a blink of an eye {Lachesis}

Reap What You Sow: Kronika fought to fell the gods; they have now fallen, and the world is gone. Kronika feels guilty and will wish to make up for that, any way she can. {Atropos}

Vote Here For Kronika

"Oh, I'd like Pushing Time Forward," Kronika said.

"Like I give a fuck," I said. "Annabeth?"

"The last one is the best, probably," Annabeth said. "It's all shit, frankly."

"I'll take the last one," I told the Fates.

"Your vote has been cast and tallied," Atropos said. "You all may head to lunch, the results will be distributed after."

The Fates flashed us away, leaving us to stare at Kronika with hate.