On to Olympus

"Whoa there," Annabeth said, keeping a firm hand on my chest so that I would not fall over. Her golden hair and grey eyes shimmered in the magical light.

"Thanks," I said giving her a grateful smile.

This has been a frequent incident ever since I convinced the members of Camp Half-Blood and Jupiter to believe that I am Hypnos: bursts of supernatural strength, speed, sight, hearing or whatever which throws me off balance for a second. Recently though, they had been stabilizing, making me consistently stronger, faster, etc. It felt... glorious. I can't wait to see how it would feel to finally become a fully fletched god. Until then though, I would have to suffer these temporary bouts of divinity.

I lifted my head and took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the ultra clean air of Mount Olympus. It was winter, almost an year since I first came to this world, though in Olympus the climate is always summer like, or so I have been told.

Either way, it is December 21st, the first day of Winter solstice, when the Olympians hold their compulsory annual meeting where they discuss their most pressing issues. Though with the wars done, these 'most pressing issues' will most likely be Zeus and Poseidon screaming at each other, Hades sulking, the goddesses showing off their clothes and trying to get a one up on each other, topped by Dionysus getting drunk and picking a fight with someone. At least that's how Artemis convinced me that it would go down. Honestly, the Olympian family is such a dysfunctional mess, I was starting to wonder if I actually needed my mind controlling powers to turn them against each other.

Anyway the Winter Solstice is also important because of something else; the heads of various heads of cabins and other prominent members in Camp Half-Blood were invited to a tour of Olympus, which could last from a couple of days to a month. And as the head of the Hypnos cabin and the official director of Camp Half Blood (though I technically shared the position with Annabeth) I was of course invited.

The others were a bit of a problem. They had to get used to being away from their hedonistic lifestyle under my control to a 'normal' one, and I had to stress the importance of them acting like the way they used to over and over again. Still they are performing quite well, even though Thalia (representative of Artemis as she does not have children... yet) occasionally gives me wistful glances, while Piper comes and whispers from time to time how hot it would be to walk around Olympus while wearing my cum inside her panties, though I had to firmly say no. As far as the outside world knows, Annabeth is my girlfriend and that's it.

Even with all these minor inconveniences and temptations it was nice to walk around the city of gods. Annabeth seemed happy, being delighted to show the massive palaces, statues and temples she had designed after Olympus was trashed at the end of the Second Titan War. The inhabitants were interesting too, hundreds and thousands of minor gods, nymphs, satyrs, and friendly cyclopes, all wearing a bizarre mixture of ancient and modern clothes.

My attention, however gets constantly being captured by our beautiful guide. All the Olympians were in the grandest building in the center of Olympus, the palace of Zeus, having their meeting, and an important non-Olympian was needed to guide the demigods and show them around, in case there were any first timers like me. And with being the daughter of two Olympians and married to another, it was Persephone, the goddess of seasons, who was chosen for the job.

She didn't look how I imagined her to be. Granted the gods can change their appearance at will, so it doesn't mean much. Persephone appeared in the way that gods normally do for mortal; not in their original form (which would turn a mortal into dust) but in a way that is larger than a normal human, with even me, a rather tall guy, being only barely as tall as her shoulders. And with her being larger than a normal human also means bigger boobs and ass, just the sight of which makes me drool. I couldn't wait to get my hands on them. Persephone's hair was a deep, rich brown, going past her waist, with a single purple flower tucked in it. Her striking eyes were the same purple colour. All gods did this, making it clear to the rest of us mortals that no matter how human they seem to look, the gods are a totally different, more powerful beings. Well it'll make it all the more fun to enslave you.

My train of thoughts was broken when Persephone spoke up again. "And this is one of the newest additions to Olympus; the library of Olympus, made by our esteemed head architect Annabeth Chase," the goddess said, giving a small, warm smile to Annabeth, who returned it.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" Annabeth whispered in my ear. "I modeled it after the library of Alexandria."

"Yes. I noticed the Greco-Egyptian influence," I said.

"You did?! Annabeth asked in a delighted voice. She does love it when I at least pretend to be interested in her work.

Before we could continue, the doors of Zeus' palace opened, and the inhabitants of Olympus silenced, watching the immortal beings come through the doors. I saw Arty, who gave me the smallest of nods before evaporating into silvery mist. Another god disappeared into the shadows, only to materialize next to our group: Hades.

Everything about the god of the underworld was black; his suit, his close cropped beard, his hair. But his face was deadly pale, and his eyes sifted with different shades of grey, the colour of the dead. He didn't as so much spare a glance at us, instead fixing his eyes on Persephone. "Wife," he greeted her in a voice as cold and dead as his eyes, before bending down and placing a dutiful kiss of his wife, niece and captor. Hades then melted into the shadows once more.

While I had plans on taking down the individual gods, I never had a particular order in how to do so. But seeing the not so happy couple made my decision easier.

The tour ended quickly after that, and us tired demigods retired to the small palace that had been set aside for us. Palace, because that's all they have in Olympus, and 'small' is talking relatively to the other palaces in Olympus, but still big enough to comfortably house all the guests from Camp Half Blood and still have space to spare. I had Arty use her connections to secure a mansion a bit out of the way, and as soon as we arrived, I had both Hazel use her magic and Arty her divinity so that no one can see or hear what's going on inside, giving us complete privacy.

As soon as we were inside and the door was closed, the girls began to strip naked.

"Gods if I see this again, I'll burn it," Piper said, looking at her bra with disgust before throwing it away.

"It'll take some time for you to adjust back to normal clothing I guess," I said with a small smile.

As the rest of the group settled into their rooms, me and my girls went in search for Hazel. She had excused herself from the tour saying she was sick, but only cause I wanted her working on something else. And here she was in her room, sitting on her table (completely naked of course) staring intensely at four potted plants and taking down notes. A delicious future project.

I went over to her, kissing the top of her curly haired head while gently pinching her one of her small nipples. "How is this batch coming up Hazel? Anything promising?"

She looked up to me and smiled. "Actually yes master. I think one might be ready by tomorrow."

"That's great news!" I said, this time giving her a long sloppy kiss and a rough mauling on her tits to show my appreciation.

Before we could talk anymore, Artemis ran past the room. It was almost kinda funny, an almost 3 meter tall woman randomly running past your room. But, fearing the worst, me and the girls ran after her. We found her in my room, panting on the floor while securing her collar around her neck.

"What the fuck was that?" I demanded.

"Oh I'm so sorry master! I just missed my collar so much!! It felt so weird, not having a symbol of your ownership on my body."

I smiled. "You really are a dumb **** cunt aren't you?"

Artemis stood up seductively while shrugging off a sleeve of her formal ancient Greek chiton. "Why don't you come and find out master?"

"No." I said firmly, putting the sleeve back on her shoulder. "Business first. How was the council? Everything happened as usual?"

Arty pouted, kneeling on the floor while I sat down on my bed. "Pretty much," she answered. "Oh except for one thing. Poseidon didn't show up."

"Really?" That was surprising. Not attending the annual Olympian council is essentially giving a middle finger to Zeus.

Arty nodded. "Apparently he has not come to Olympus ever since the Olympian council voted almost unanimously that his son was guilty of his son's attempted **** on Annabeth. Poseidon managed to get his son's custody and has not moved from his underwater palace ever since, barricading himself in. My dad was super pissed off when he didn't show up."

"Huh. That's interesting. And what about the other thing? How much long will this year's council will take?"

"Quite long. Your plan worked out perfectly. Since you forbade me and the hunters from killing monsters, they have gotten quite bold, and numerous besides. The gods are worried that another ancient evil is waking up, like Kronos or Gaia. It'll take a month or so to do a thorough study on this, and I of course will try to delay the processes as much as I can."

"Good. The more time I get to spend in Olympus, the better."

"Oh master it was so hot, sitting on my throne in the council, looking at the faces of those proud bitches, not knowing which one of them will be gagging on your cock next. Have you made a choice?"

I smiled, while laying down on my bed. "Yes. In fact I have. I think the lord and lady of Underworld will have some really vivid dreams tonight."

Author's note: The final stretch of the story approaches. Who's ready?