Return of the Romans

"What did you say?" Zeus asked again, his blue eyes lit up by an almost manic light.

We, me and some of my inner councillors were in the Olympian Council, standing right in the middle surrounded by the gods to present a petition, though the almost insane stare Zeus was directing at me was making it very hard for me to concentrate. It had been one full day after Zeus has been stuck with Eros' arrows, though he hasn't made a move yet. Considering Zeus' long history as a **** it worried me, though I've been given Aphrodite's full reassurance before I even used the weapon that nothing would happen because of that. "See master," she had said, "that would have been the case if this bow creates only lust. But this creates love. Zeus wouldn't be able to hurt you because he would love you more than he has loved anything else, and seeing you in pain would cause him pain as well." It had been with these reassurances that I had used the bow on him, though being around Zeus was still... disconcerting.

Annabeth, standing next to me, elbowed me gently. It was then that I realized that I had been so distracted I forgot the question asked of me.

"Ah, yes," I said, clearing my throat and taking a step forward. "I was talking about how it is time to finally bring the Romans of the Camp Jupiter up to Olympus, at least for a short while. I know the Romans always were a bit more distant to the gods and did their own thing, but with the two recent wars being won because of the unity shown by the members of Camp Half-Blood, Camp Jupiter and the Olympians, I think it is paramount that we all build closer ties together. So I humbly ask you to consider my petition."

"I think it's a most judicious proposal!" Zeus said, clapping his hand. Of course, he will now agree to anything I say to garner my approval. "Let's put it to vote! Who is in favour of Director Raj's proposition?"

With all Olympians now under my control to one degree or another, the vote was naturally unanimous.

"It's settled!" Zeus rumbled.

"Thank you my lord," I said. "I'll send word to Praetor Reyna immediately. It'll take at least a week for them to get here."

"No need for that," Zeus said. He seemed elated at being able to help me. "Hermes will take care of it."

Before I could ask what that meant, the meeting was over.

It was portals. Apparently, Hermes, being the god of travel, can open portals to anywhere he wished. And so after sending aa quick word to Reyna to get her campers ready, I had Hermes ready to open a portal in the middle of my palace, for privacy's sake.

"Ready when you are sir," Hermes said with a grin. Like most Olympians he was already under my control.

I gave a thumbs up as a sign, and Hermes began to concentrate. Slowly, a small circle started manifesting in the middle of the air and started gradually growing larger.

At the same time, I noticed Annabeth staring daggers at the god. I walked up to her and squeezed her hand. "You Ok?"

Annabeth gave a jerky smile at me before once again scowling at Hermes. "Did you know that in missions sent by the Camp Half-Blood, two out of three casualties are on the way to the mission? Two thirds, simply by traveling. Now I learn that the gods had the ability to just zap people from one place to another, to prevent all those deaths, and did nothing. " she shook her head. "How did we ever follow these neglectful assholes?"

I kissed her neck. "Well, that'll all be over very, very soon right?"

That seemed to put her in a good mood. She turned around, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me fully. "That's right. And I just can't wait for it to happen. You would make a wonderful God."

As always, the thought of my impending godhood made my dick hard, but before I could do anything, Hermes gave a sign telling the portal was ready. And so I disengaged from Annabeth and stood beside her.

The first to come was a small group, the leaders of Camp Jupiter, with Reyna as the senior Praetor of course being at the head. The leader of the Romans was wearing the normal clothes of Camp Jupiter, with blue jeans and a purple shirt. She wasn't wearing her armour, but military badges still gleamed in her chest, and a sword at her side. Reyna looked like the epitome of a female warrior leader.

When she saw me, Reyna's face broke into a wide grin, but she almost immediately saw Hermes, and assuming he was not under my control, quickly wiped her grin and took on a more professional persona. "Director Raj," Reyna said her in her normal, coldly official voice and extending a hand towards me.

I grinned inwards. Unlike Reyna, I of course know that everyone here, including Hermes is under my control and that I could do as I wish.

Ignoring the hand extended towards me, I grabbed Reyna by the shirt and dragged her towards me, tearing her shirt in the process and spilling her tits out in the open.

"Is that any way to talk to your father?" I growled, my face set right in front of Reyna's.

"But daddy!!" the Praetor whined, her eyes bulging in fear at Hermes.

"Not buts! Just a month or two away from your daddy and you have forgotten all your manners! You should be taught a hard lesson!"

With that I sat down and bent Reyna over my knees, the girl hardly protesting. Her jeans came off soon revealing to everyone the Roman leader's plump brown ass and an already overflowing cunt. "YOU. WILL. SPEAK. TO. ME. WITH. RESPECT!" I said, spanking her on her ass cheeks with every word, causing the whole damn thing to wobble.

Reyna meanwhile had figured out by now that Hermes was already under me and fully getting into it. "Yes daddy! I'm so sorry! Your dumb girl had forgotten everything you taught her! Please punish me more!" she said, debasing herself in front of her highest ranking officers.

Meanwhile, Annabeth crouched down in front of me and cupped Reyna's face.

"Mommy..."

Before Reyna could say anything more Annabeth began to kiss her with a passion. The scene was so hot that it made me very hard, my boner pressing into Reyna's taut stomach. She broke off from the kiss and giggled. "It seems like daddy is hard, mommy. Can I help him?"

"Later," I said, standing up and going to the other officers, all of whom were rubbing themselves seeing their great leader getting so debased. One of them caught my eyes; a pretty red haired, green eyed girl wearing a Praetor's clothes. I vaguely remembered her from my last visit to Camp Jupiter. She was a Centurion at the time.

"Who is this?" I asked Reyna, nodding at the girl.

"Ahh... you've already noticed dear Gwen," Reyna said, walking to the girl. Sha had discarded all her torn clothes and now stood entirely naked. "Well after you... took care of Frank," she giggled, "we needed to elect a new Praetor. It became a very fierce beauty pageant, but we decided that Gwen here will serve our master the best."

The idea of a people of what is basically an independent country choosing their leader based solely on how they might please me made me even harder.

"I'm ready to serve you in any way you demand, master," the redhead, Gwen, said demurely.

"I'm sure you do," I said, putting my hand between her legs and already finding it wet. The shy girl went red. Cute.

"Reyna," I said. "Why don't you put your mouth to good use? And show the new girl the ropes."

"Yes, daddy. It has been way too long since I had your amazing cum." Reyna said, ordering Gwen to strip and kneel while she knelt herself and swallowed my dick in one go. The taste of precum hitting her taste bud made Reyna orgasm on the floor like the dumb animal she is.

Meanwhile, it was clear that Gwen was not comfortable stripping in front of the entire Camp Half-Blood, an Olympian and her junior officers, but with a determined look she did it quickly, revealing perky tits and a pert ass. She knelt and then seemed at a loss on what to do. Reluctantly she extended an arm towards my dick, but Reyna slapped it away almost immediately.

"You haven't earned it yet, you skank," Reyna hissed. "Go for our god's balls."

By the hurt look on Gwen's face, Reyna had apparently never talked to her like that. But with my cum so close, people who had it before tend to get a bit... warped. Still Gwen seemed relieved at having something to do, and started licking my balls. Soon the only thing visible of her was a bob of fizzy red hair between my legs.

"Sir?" Hermes said. "We are ready to transport the rest of the Camp here."

"Do it then."

And that's how the legions of Rome marched into Olympus while their two most important leaders were chocking themselves on my big, brown cock and balls. Once they were all here, they knelt respectfully (and hornily) in front of me. Reyna took off my dick from her mouth and directed it at the crowd, and as the supernatural torrent of cum dropped on them, the Romans raised their arms and opened their mouths, crying religious cries of ecstasy as the tastiest thing in the world (according to them) fell upon them with the grace of their loving god.

I love being a god.