Jason Grace, God of

"You should have stayed in Camp Half-Blood. You would have been safer there."

"If I thought it would be wiser to stay at Camp, I wouldn't have moved here."

"And how did moving turn out?"

"I couldn't know a God would claim me," Annabeth's tone was defensive. "I thought the only threats I would have to face were monsters. If that had been the case, then I was more than prepared. I went on a quest to retrieve Zeus's master bolt at twelve, traversed the Sea of Monsters at thirteen, held up the sky at-"

"I am aware of what you accomplished, who you accomplished it with, and what your rewards were," Jason interrupted her. "Your resume was what attracted my attention in the first place. I can't think of anyone more qualified to steal Juno's goatskin for me."

"You want me to steal Hera's symbol of power?"

"I want you to help me get **** on Juno," Jason elaborated. "So far, the best plan I could come up with is to weaken her by stealing her symbol of power before claiming her as my thrall. There are holes in that plan- such as how I'm going to steal her symbol of power and how I'm going to isolate her enough to claim her without anyone noticing. I need someone to plug in those holes for me. Who would be better for that task than the greatest child of Minerva?"

"I'm going to need to know why you need **** if I'm going to plan your reprisal. Knowing your motive will help me make our response poetic and proportionate."

"Enslaving her is proportionate and poetic. She marred me for eternity."

"You look fine to me," Annabeth responded. Despite her words, her tone wasn't skeptical. When Vulcan was born to Juno, she took a look at his ugly form and decided she wanted nothing to do with him. Consequently, she tossed the newborn off the side of Mount Olympus, crippling the God of Smiths. Mauling Jason wasn't out of her character.

"She made me the God of ****."

"Not your first choice?"

"I am a son of Rome, an heir to the Empire that once conquered the Mediterranean world. We value martial skill, discipline, and grit, traits that I embodied as a mortal. Through those virtues, I came to lead the Roman Demigods of Camp Jupiter in their attack on Mount Othrys, the capital of the Titans. Through those virtues, I defeated the Titan Krius, Lord of Constellations, and shattered the thrones of our enemies. And it was through those virtues that I earned my Godhood. Was it too much to expect my domains to mirror my virtues?"

"I'm assuming Hera had something to do with your domain change?"

Jason nodded. "When I accepted divinity, I expected to become a God of War. I expected to become a patron to heroes. I expected to be a leader as a divine, just like I was in life. But Juno intervened.

"My father cheated on Juno twice with my mother, Beryl Grace. The first time, he cheated on her as Zeus and sired my older sister, Thalia Grace." Annabeth stirred at the familiar name. "The second time, he cheated on her as Jupiter and sired me. It was obvious that Juno wouldn't let the insult go, so to appease her, my father named me Jason after her favorite mortal hero and made her my patron."

"The appeasement didn't work?"

"Do you know what the name 'Heracles' translates to?"

"The glory of Hera," Annabeth replied, her mind translating the Ancient Greek name with ease.

"Juno drove Hercules mad, causing him to kill his wife, Megara, and their children. In repentance, Hercules embarked on his twelve labors, and Juno was a thorn in his side on each labor. At the end of his quest, when Hercules was granted Godhood for his accomplishments, Juno turned him into a glorified doorkeeper. Does this sound like a goddess who cares what you're named?"

"And you're only named after her favorite hero. A bit of a demotion from 'glory of Hera,' isn't it?"

Jason shook his head. "I don't know why my father thought making Juno my patron would be a good idea. Giving her a position of authority over me only gave her another avenue to screw me over, which is what she did. As Goddess of Marriages, Juno voluntarily gave me a sub-section of her domain. Specifically, she gave me 'marriage between relatives.'"

"Or put another way, she made you the God of ****."

Jason's laugh was bitter. "Juno made me a joke. Gods grow stronger through garnering worship and sacrifices. Who would worship a God of ****? Juno wanted to humiliate me while ensuring that I would never grow strong enough to get **** for the humiliation. Unfortunately, she didn't take into account indirect worship."

"A silly mistake on her part. The Gods haven't been worshiped directly since the conversion of Rome. The eagle on the seal of the United States feeds Zeus's might, the laurel leaf strengthens Apollo-"

"And the incestuous relationships between our family members invigorates me," Jason cut in. "Juno married her brother- my father- Jupiter, making her my step-mother through marriage, as well as my aunt through blood. Pluto wed his niece, Proserpina. And Proserpina herself is a product of ****. Her mother is Ceres, and her father is Jupiter, full siblings through Rhea and Saturn. The Gordian Knot that is our family tree sustains me."

"You'll need to be more than a dredge sustained through indirect worship if you intend to challenge the Queen of the Gods."

"I agree - and like my plans to weaken Juno, I also have dubious plans to strengthen myself. Like Venus, Goddess of Love, has her charm-speak to induce love, and Bacchus, God of Madness, has an aura that can cause madness, I have a Command of **** that induces ****. And like how love strengthens Venus and madness strengthens Bacchus, **** strengthens me.

"Given our family situation, on paper, there is no one outside my purview. Take the females on the Olympian Council, for example. Vesta, Juno, and Ceres are my aunts. Diana and Minerva are my siblings, and Proserpina is both my sibling and my cousin."

"If you could have claimed them, you already would have," Annabeth deduced.

Jason gave her a tight smile. "If I could have claimed Minerva, I wouldn't have bothered with you. Unfortunately, a dredge sustained through indirect worship can't overpower an Olympian. Before I can claim deities, I need to strengthen myself by building a base of mortal thralls."

"Am I a thrall?"

"You will be the greatest of my thralls." But a thrall nonetheless. "I claimed you because I needed a strategist, and as the smartest daughter of the Goddess of Wisdom, you are the best strategist I had available to me. I need you to plot Juno's fall. I need you to plan my ascension by strategically selecting the targets I should claim. And I need you to become my first direct worshiper and do your part in strengthening me."

"When you say become a direct worshiper, what do you mean? Do you want me to sacrifice food to you by the fireplace? Build you a temple? Something else?"

"I think you know the answer to that."

Annabeth's eyes narrowed. "When you say that **** strengthens you-"

"You are a daughter of my sister, Minerva, making you my niece. Sleeping with you- being worshiped by you- would strengthen me considerably."

There was a moment of unnecessary silence. Due to the Command of ****, Annabeth couldn't deny Jason even if she wanted to. If he pushed, she would have to give in. The lapse was caused by Jason not pushing her for an immediate response. Annabeth was the first woman he had claimed, and consequently, Jason was curious how she'd respond.

"I have a boyfriend" wasn't the response he was expecting. Nevertheless, he played along.

"I'm aware. Percy Jackson, right?" The other hero, the Gods, had offered divinity. Unlike Jason, Percy had declined the offer, and he had rejected it for Annabeth. Jason had resented him for his choice because Percy had made the right decision in hindsight. His reward- a beautiful girlfriend, fame, and glory- was superior to Jason's own. Jason felt an overwhelming urge to invert the situation. All he had to do was tell Annabeth to break up with Jackson, and he'd have turned Percy's happiness into ash.

The order hovered on the tip of his tongue. All he had to do was say the words. If he did, then Annabeth's qualms about cheating on Jackson would be resolved. She couldn't cheat on Jackson if she weren't dating Jackson, after all. All he had to do was issue the command, and it would undo a relationship built throughout four quests and a war. All he had to do was form a sentence, and he could keep Annabeth to himself.

The thought of monopolizing Annabeth's gorgeous body appealed to Jason. With her dark brown hair and icy eyes, Annabeth was a beauty, and Jason loathed the idea of sharing her.

And then Jason remembered why he had chosen to claim Annabeth while she was asleep in her apartment. At this stage, Jason was too weak to defend himself against an enraged Minerva. Consequently, he couldn't afford to take Annabeth while she was awake and capable of asking her mother for help.

It would not be good if he were caught trying to bed Annabeth. It would be worse if his ambitions came to light. Turning a mortal into his sex **** was one thing. Trying to enslave the Queen of the Gods was another. If Juno found out about his plans before he could subjugate her, she wouldn't be merciful in her punishment of him. Even worse, Jason was immortal, so he could suffer her torment for eternity.

It was in Jason's best interest to avoid attention. A breakup between Annabeth and Percy promised to draw a lot of attention.

Consequently, Jason compromised. "Jackson's a son of Neptune, which makes him Minerva's cousin. You two are related. Your relationship is incestuous and counts as indirect worship already. To turn it into direct worship, you're going to be praying to me while you bed him." Forcing Annabeth to think of him while sleeping with her boyfriend wasn't as good as ending their relationship altogether, but it wasn't nothing. Jason could find satisfaction in the order.

Annabeth couldn't. "I love Percy, and I don't want to cheat on him. I was hoping you'd share my view on disloyalty."

"I do share your views on disloyalty. You shouldn't be disloyal to the man you love, so here's a thought: Don't love Percy Jackson. Love me instead." The command was bold, and Jason was worried Annabeth was going to resist the order. Consequently, he was surprised when it asserted itself with no issue. While Jason didn't consider himself a Love God like Venus and Cupid, **** was love between relatives, so he technically was one. Consequently, commands involving love took hold quicker than arbitrary orders like stealing a goatskin or digging a tunnel.

Jason didn't miss the connotations the discovery had for his plans. In the future, the sequence in which he issued orders to his thralls would change. He would get them to love him first and then use their love for him to compel them to act on behalf of his goals.

Annabeth didn't let him contemplate for long. She commanded his attention when she grabbed the hems of her t-shirt and pulled upwards, exposing inch after inch of her toned torso, followed by her perky breasts.

For a second, her shirt covered her face, and then it was off entirely. Old instincts born during the war kicked in, and Jason felt compelled to track the garment as it sailed across the room and brace for an explosion that would never come. Once the shirt landed, his attention returned to Annabeth- and he realized he had missed her advancing towards him.

Annabeth kissed Jason. He had expected their romantic encounter would begin with him kissing her, but Jason wasn't complaining. Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, and he responded by placing his hands on her waist and pulling her closer, causing her bare chest to press against him. The kiss ended sooner than he would have liked.

"Jackson was a lucky man," Jason chuckled, breathless. "Do you treat all the men you love as well as you do me?"

"Percy's never seen me shirtless."

Jason blinked. "How far have you two gone?"

"The war only ended a month ago, so we've been dating for slightly over three weeks. Of those three weeks, he's spent two of them with his mother. Coupled with how the cabin system works at the camp, we didn't have the opportunity to do anything other than kiss. So to answer your question: No, I don't treat all the men I love as well as I do you." Annabeth didn't appreciate the insinuation that she was a whore who would put out for anyone.

Jason ignored her offense as he zeroed in on the detail he was most interested in. "You're a virgin?"

"Yes."

The answer triggered a kissing spree. Jason controlled everything about the encounter. With his hands on her hips, Jason managed the distance. She couldn't break free of his grip even if he wanted to. He controlled when the kisses ended. He ended a few kisses early just because he could, and he kept a few kisses going past when Annabeth would need a break for air. And above all, he controlled the beauty in his arms.

For a moment, Jason felt like he was great, and then he switched from kissing her lips to kissing down her neck, and the illusion shattered. Jason longed to bite down and leave a trail of hickeys from her jaw to her breasts. He wanted to show them to Jackson and make it clear that Annabeth was his trophy- and yet he couldn't. If he did, then the other Gods would find out, and Jason would be doomed. He had so much power at this moment, and yet the moment wouldn't last, and soon Jason would have no control at all.

By the time he kissed his way down to her navel, his good mood had soured and been replaced by frustration. He pulled down her black shorts more roughly than he intended to, but Annabeth didn't complain. Instead, she stepped over the garments gamely, letting Jason toss the shorts into the same pile as her shirt.

Gruffly, he told Annabeth to turn around and bend over.

Jason's prize was laid before him, and he didn't hesitate to claim it. The high of taking Annabeth's virginity was terrific, and the boost it provided to his power was even more so. Yet even as he fucked her, Jason couldn't help but anticipate the end and wish that the moment didn't have to end. Perhaps one day, he'd be strong enough that none of the other Gods could challenge him. Strong enough that he could claim anyone he wished without having to worry about the consequences.

One day he would truly be great.

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