Persephone's Dilemma

I watched as Hades and Hazel walk out into the outer courtyard, Hazel's near naked body closely pressed against her father's body, making him extremely uncomfortable, though he also seemed genuinely happy to spend some time with his daughter.

Persephone sighed and turned around. The large bronze doors in front of her seemed unmovable unless you had a battering ram, but Persephone opened it with a slight push in her hands. The doors opened, emitting a bright light. Inside was a long, seemingly never ending corridor, and in both sides was an assortment of various historical treasure. There was a collective gasp as the guests, including me, gasped.

I quickly recovered, and used my new telepathic powers to connect to the minds of those who came with me. Scatter around. Act interested around this stuff. Leave me alone with the goddess.

They quickly went about to obey my orders. It was clear that Persephone was thinking about doing something along a tour like when she showed us around Mount Olympus, but when she turned around, clearing her throat, only I was there behind her. "Oh," she said in surprise.

"You can't blame them my lady. They are very interested in this stuff. This is our heritage after all."

Persephone cocked a delicate eyebrow. "And you are not interested?"

I laughed lightly. "Oh I very much am. It's just that my eyes have found a far more pleasing view to look at."

"I see," Persephone said, trying to maintain her composure, but I could see her bright red face as she turned around. I grinned at how easy this was. Persephone may have been a deity thousands of years old, who have experienced many things, but flirting was not one of them. She had been a sheltered child, who was kidnapped and married by a **** god, who would later crush anyone brave enough to approach her.

Persephone, in a bid to go back to her comfort zone, started her impromptu tour guide. She extended a hand at the nearest exhibit, a gorgeous larger than life plate of ancient Greek armour, made of bronze, silver, gold and, probably, magic. "This is the suit of armour of Achilles. After his first armour was stolen by Hector from Patroclus' body, Hephaestus made this magically imbued armour. Not only does it look majestic, but it also most likely enhanced Achilles' strength, durability..."

Persephone's voice trailed off as her gaze went elsewhere, her eyes narrowing down. I followed her look and saw Annabeth approaching us. The goddess is already being competitive over me. How fun.

Annabeth came near us, and looked at Persephone. "My lady," she said, executing a perfect bow. Well it would have been perfect if not for Annabeth's dress. As the demigod bowed low, the straps of her dress that goes in front of her tits also moved downwards, revealing Annabeth's large tits to our gaze. I salivated, while Persephone's eyes narrowed even further, both at the display and at my reaction.

With proper respects payed to the goddess, Annabeth straightened up and came to me smiling. "Hey babe," she said, taking my hand. "Hazel asked me to come with her. So I'll see you at the dinner?"

"Yeah sure," I said, my voice croaking as I was still distracted from the sight. Sure I have seen those tits a thousand times before, but the girls always find new ways to present them to me and make every time I see them exciting.

Annabeth smiled, knowing full well the affect she has on me. She kissed me deeply, our tongues battling inside our mouth. She drew away, wiped some spit that had fallen on her chin, winked and sauntered over to the doorway. I sighed. This woman.

I looked back to see Persephone with arms crossed, glaring at Annabeth with a frown on her face. There was something different with her from the last time I saw her, though I couldn't really pin point it. Then I saw it; the fabric around her clothes, especially the front of her chest, was stretched out more than it was earlier. Did... did the Queen of the Underworld just shapeshifted to make her boobs look bigger? I took a quick glance at her considerable cleavage. Yep. Earlier they were still good sized on her human body, but now, they almost looked like anime tits.

Persephone saw where I was looking, blushed, cleared her throat, and walked over to the next exhibit. I grinned and followed her. The next spot showed twelve identical axes one after another. They looked quite ordinary, except a hole in each axe head.

"Odysseus once shot an arrow through all these axes at the same time," Persephone said, gesturing to the display. "Do you know the story?"

I did, nut I let the goddess do her narration.

"As you know, Odysseus fought in the Trojan War, which lasted ten years. Then, he spent another ten years trying to get back to his home in Ithaca. During his absence, many suitors came to win the hand of his wife Penelope, but she remained ever so faithful. Later, Odysseus returned, in disguise. There was a competition, to see who could shoot Odysseus' bow through twelve axe heads, with the winner getting Penelope's hand in marriage. Most suitors couldn't even draw back the bow. Odysseus, in disguise, was able to do so. Afterwards, he revealed himself and killed all the suitors. Penelope reunited with her husband after twenty long years." Persephone gave a small sigh. "Most Greeks thought this was one of the best romances ever."

I raised an eyebrow, and then laughed. "If the ancient Greeks really thought "that was a romance, then I really do pity their women."

Persephone looked at me, cocking her head. "You disagree?"

"Oh completely," I said. "I respect Odysseus for his intelligence, but the man is a scoundrel. And Penelope... well, to be frank, she's insipid. Stupid even."

Persephone looked shocked. "Explain."

"Well it's easier to explain Odysseus. That man's ten years of 'hardships' tying to get back home was him banging various women. I can't remember the exact dates, but I do believe he spent an year with Circe, seven years with Calypso, and so on and so on. He probably could have made the journey back home in months if he wanted to. As for Penelope... well, she spent twenty years waiting for her cheating husband to return. Now don't get me wrong. I sympathize with her initially. I have no trouble believing that she was married off to Odysseus for political gain. But then she had twenty years of freedom, in which dozens, if not hundreds of suitors tried to win her hand. Couldn't she find a worthy man out of any of them? If not someone she loves, then someone physically pleasing or emotionally compatible? Instead she waited faithfully for her husband to come back home after fucking every female in the Mediterranean. I'm sure she was humiliated for the rest of her life too, with a serial cheater as her husband, and probably regretted not picking one of those suitors when she had the chance."

Persephone nearly seemed to have gone limp at my words. Apparently the 'love' story of Penelope was a one dear to her heart. I entwined her arm in mine, and led her to an open balcony. I breathed in the cool night air, but Persephone was focused on something else. She was looking down below to the courtyard, where Hades was watching some impressive tricks with the Mist done by his daughter, whom he had by cheating on his wife.

I decided to continue. "I sympathize with Penelope at first. Truly. She almost certainly had **** in whom she had to marry. But when she had the chance to have a better man, she didn't choose one. Any misfortune that happened to her after that was on her shoulders."

After that there was a long silence, broken only by the sound of the night breeze and the muted voices of Hades, Hazel and sometimes Annabeth. Finally I started to talk back. "Forgive me for insulting a story that is so obviously beloved to you my lady. Shall we go back in?"

Persephone finally came out of her contemplation. She stood straight and gave a shaky laugh, the type people who had their entire world view change, did. "Yes. Sorry, my mind was elsewhere. I fear I am being a bad host."

"A fear completely unfounded. I am very much enjoying myself." I put my arm around her waist. The surprised goddess' mouth made an 'O' shape, but she did not pull back.

I extended my hand towards the hall. "Shall we?"

Persephone took one last look back, where her husband was enjoying himself with his bastard daughter's company. She turned her face back towards me and smiled. "Yes."

Fucking perfect.

Persephone was walking hurriedly along a corridor of her husband's palace in Mount Olympus. After her... eye opening conversation with the Camp Director Raj in that balcony, Persephone spent a half an hour so more with him, showing him the various items of the collection. Thankfully, the conversation remained lighthearted afterwards, and she enjoyed herself immensely in the company of this strangely alluring man. Unfortunately her duties as a host stood in her way. One of the servants called to her, where she was told that the dinner was ready, She ordered it to be laid down, told another servant to fetch her husband and his... daughter, and went to tell the rest of the guests himself, partially to spend at least a few additional minutes with the Camp Director.

She cursed her bad luck. Couldn't the guests have come sooner, so that she could have spent more time with them? Raj surely would not dare to take his previous flirtatious tone with her husband present, would he? Would she be able to convince her husband to invite him again, maybe on the grounds that he didn't get to see the full display properly this time?

All these thoughts filled her head as she entered the display hall, where the guests from Camp Half-Blood were milling around. Persephone looked about and saw that Raj wasn't there. She knew he was probably visiting a restroom or something, but still not seeing him in the time she had expected made her heart feel like a deflated balloon.

She cleared her throat and told the guests to convene at the dining hall for the dinner. As they steamed past her, she stopped a group of demigods. "Where is your camp director?"

"Uhhh, he went that way," a blonde boy said, pointing his finger at a more darker side corridor of the hall.

"With Piper," a girl said smirking, making the whole group snicker. She didn't have the patience to ask what that was all about, and so thanked them and went ahead.

As she walked along, Persephone saw the balcony where she had her mind breaking conversation with the Director. Almost as if by instinct, she walked over to it. Leaning on the railing, she took a deep breath. Raj was right, as expected. She had very much romanticized the story of Odysseus and Penelope in her mind. She saw herself as Penelope, having to marry someone who always seemed to have more pressing matters to deal with and who always cheated on her. She thought that if she remained the perfect, faithful wife, like Penelope, then one day he would return to her, and they could have a... well, a happily ever after. And so she had waited and waited, as decades turned to centuries and centuries to millennia, though he did not come to her. And while the story always had a soft spot in her heart, she had stopped believing in romance, the feeling wilting in her like an old flower. Until she met Raj. That changed things, making her feel things tat she had not felt for a long time. Raj's words echoes on her mind. But when she had the chance to have a better man, she didn't choose one. Any misfortune that fell on her after that was on her shoulders. Those words resonated deep within her, and got her to start thinking.

Persephone was shaken out of her train of thoughts by a particularly strong breeze. She shivered as it hit her exposed cleavage and legs. It seems that with every passing generation mortal fashions are getting more and more impractical. But she couldn't deny how effective they were. She remembered Raj staring at her exposed body like a hungry wolf, making her tingle in all the right places. Of course he stared that way at all the other females in the room too, all of whom were unfortunately wearing more revealing outfits that her, but she tried not to dwell on that.

These thoughts passed through her mind as she went into the smaller corridor, searching for Raj. And when she finally saw him in a dark corner of the room, the situation there was something completely unexpected.

First thing she saw was his trousers and underwear, pooled around his ankles. A long brown instrument that can hardly be believed as a penis jutted out of his crotch. It was covered completely in saliva. Which brought Persephone to her second observation, of the demigod kneeling at Raj's feet. Piper Mclean, daughter of Aphrodite, was kneeling the Director's feet with her head turned back towards the goddess. The head in question was currently bobbing up and down on the Director's cock , making a mess out of her face. The straps that made up Piper's costume (Persephone refuse to call it a dress) has been adjusted so that the few parts it did cover were now in the open, and that sloppy mess in between her legs made it clear that she just had a rigorous fuck session.

The kneeling Piper's head was turned back towards where Persephone was standing, but Raj was directly facing her. Their eyes met one in a while, but his attention was mostly focused on the girl between his legs and he largely ignored her. The nerve of that man!! She wanted to do... well something but she was transfixed on the spot, unable to stop watching the lewd display with perverse fascination, as she herself was increasingly getting more turned on.

Finally the young man seemed to come to an end. He grabbed Piper by her hair and **** her face down on his cock, and held her there. The girl's face began to go red while tears brimmed on her eyes with effort. Persephone almost stepped in to stop it, before realizing something. Was this girl... enjoying this? Finally Raj grunted and spilled his semen into the Cherokee girl's mouth, her cheeks puffing up as she seemed to be trying to hold the semen in her mouth instead of spitting it out. The girl's mouth was full, but Raj's cock was still able to spurt out a few more ropes of cum before stopping. With annoyance, Persephone realized that she was licking her own lips subconsciously, and stopped it.

With cum still held in her mouth, Piper looked up to Raj, probably wondering what to do next. He didn't reply, instead leaning on the wall after the hard bout of love making. But Piper seemed to still know what to do. With her mouth still full she gave a reverent kiss to Raj's cock, which has gone soft, but was still twice the size of Hades' (much to Persephone's delight and annoyance). She then began to put his clothes back on again, very respectfully, as if it was some great honour. Raj only spoke up once Piper had even put his belt back on, asking her to stand up.

Piper did with uncertainty, the fucking seemingly having taken a toll.

"Now open your mouth," Raj said.

Persephone assumed the girl would simply open her mouth at that. Instead, she did it in the most humiliating way possible, putting both hands inside her mouth and drawing apart her cheeks as much as she can. A sea of cum that almost steamed was inside her mouth. It was the most compromising Persephone had ever seen someone in, and the girl was enjoying it!

"Good," Raj remarked. "Now swallow."

She did with an audible gulp and gave a wide grin to the Director afterwards. He smiled in return and patted her head fondly like she was some dog. "We should get back to the main group now. Put on your dress, and mind not to hit the goddess on your way out."

Piper shrieked, jumping up and looking behind to see Persephone there. The utterly mortified girl quickly picked up her 'dress,' put it on in one swift motion and streaked out of the room without meeting Persephone's eyes.

The goddess looked back at the director, who was giving her his usual charming smile, though it seemed to Persephone that it has lost all charm. In her eyes, he was now no different than her husband and all the other male gods that she hates, who tell oh so sweet words to their spouses, and cheat on them the first chance they get. Sure she had been hoping the entire visit that Raj would cheat on Annabeth with her, but seeing him with anyone else made her mad. Maybe that makes her a hypocrite, but it is what it is.

Raj was still smiling. "Shall we go?"

Persephone nodded mutely, words having lost their use to her.

I walked along Persephone, with a spring in my step. Piper sure does know how to relieve pressure off a man. I looked to my side, where the goddess of the seasons walked along, wrapping her arms around herself. She looked utterly shaken. Having her witness me in action was all part of the plan of course, but it seems to have more of an effect on her than I anticipated. I wondered how the state of her brain must be right now; probably completely mush, after all the ups and downs of today. And I didn't have to use any of my powers for the entire day. The gods have messed each other up well and good, and all it takes is a little push for all of that to crumble.

When I thought enough time had passed, I put a hand on Persephone's shoulder. "My lady, are you all-"

"How could you do that?" Persephone snapped, shrugging off my hand and turning back to look at me. "After all that talk about cheaters, how could you just cheat on your girlfriend like that?"

I raised an eyebrow. This talk of cheating was coming from a woman who spent the entire night flirting with me? I kept my cool, adopting a slow, steady, heavy voice that Reyna calls my 'daddy voice.' If you want to, I can tell everything about this to Annabeth the moment I see her. She will be a bit miffed. She's quite insistent that she be present whenever I fuck someone else."

"She knows??"

"Of course. She's my girlfriend."

"Oh."

"Exactly."

"But still," Persephone continued. "How can you do that to Jason? Isn't he like your best friend?"

"He is. If it pleases you, I'll tell him about all this the next time I see him. He'll be a bit miffed. He's quite insistent that he should be present whenever I fuck his girlfriend."

"He knows too?"

I rolled my eyes in a way that was perhaps a touch too dramatic. "Everybody knows, Persephone."

"Oh," the goddess repeated in an apparent loss of words.

I stepped closer to her. She stepped back, but behind her was a wall. I got very close, our bodies almost pressed together. "I'm not saying that I'm a good man, Persephone. Even man may be a stretch. I am more a beast, a creature animated with lust," I said, as I put a hand on the goddess' exposed creamy soft thighs and rubbed it up and down, making her shiver. "But that doesn't make me a monster. I always give a choice for people who are affected by my lusts, just like Penelope from that story you love so much. But unlike her, Annabeth, Jason, Piper and all those who made a choice, that while the society may look at with disgust, still makes them very, very happy." Taking my hand from her leg, I took a strand of Persephone's hair and tucked it behind her ear, and rested the hand on her cheek. She leaned into it, with eyes closed. "Now I wonder what you will choose, if you were given the choice."

Persephone's eyes snapped open, and I saw tentative hope in them. I withdrew my hands and used them to adjust my suit. "But we are really getting late now. Let's go."

"Wait!" the goddess begged, but I continued on. She was close, but hasn't reached the point where I need her. By the time Persephone caught up with me, I had reached the main hall.

Inside was a long table, where the guests have sat down, waiting to be served. The noise of a half a dozen conversations getting carried out at the same time filled my ears. I looked at Piper, who was making out Jason. I had allowed the couple to kiss at several specific moments, and this was one such instance. The kiss was less about them expressing affection, but more them celebrating my power over them, as Jason has inserted his tongue deep into Piper's mouth, hoping to gather up all remnants of my cum out of his girlfriend's mouth.

I grinned at the sight and looked at Persephone, wondering what she would think about that. But the goddess' eyes was narrowed on something else.

At the head of the table was Hades, and to his left was Hazel, both of whom were talking animatedly about Hazel's new powers. But the stretch of small cloth that went around her breasts, has partially fallen down, revealing a small perfect breast, topped with a hard, charcoal black nipple. Hades' tried to maintain the conversation, but his eyes fell upon the breast every two seconds or so.

"Dear," Persephone said in a vapid, sweet voice that women use to show that they are being polite while still angry. "Your... costume... has fallen down a bit."

Hazel looked down. "Oops," she said, adjusting the dress with fake embarrassment. "Sorry."

Hades looked at Persephone like a dog whose bone was stolen right out of it's mouth. I tried to suppress a grin as Persephone sighed and sat next to her husband. My seat was right next to her, and Annabeth was to my other side.

"Raj!" Hades said, already a little drunk. "Did you find my wife's company pleasurable?"

I put a hand under the table on Persephone's high up her leg, so much so that if I extended my fingers I could touch her crotch. The goddess tensed for a moment before melting into my touch. "Your wife was very pleasurable, my lord." I said to the king of the underworld as I massaged his wife's leg. "Very pleasurable indeed."