Wrath

Another day on Olympus, another feast. It seems like half the days I am here I have been to some sort of party or another. I guess when you are overpowered beings that only care about yourself, constant partying is one way to waste time.

"What is it?" asked, Reyna as she clutched my arm. She had point blank refused to move away from me since our reunion, and so here she was, wearing a scandalous outfit she would have never worn two months ago while looking at me with concern.

"What?"

"Your face looks like it swallowed an entire lemon," Reyna said with a smile. "Is everything alright, master?"

"Just looking at how incredibly wasteful these brats are," I said. "And gaudy. If you are throwing parties every day, can't you do it with a bit more taste? All the gold here is making me bloody blind."

"Well none of it would be for long, right?" Reyna asked cheekily. Perhaps we shouldn't be talking about such things in public, but people get most careless when they are close to winning and there is no one left in Olympus to truly oppose me anyway. So, instead of correcting her, I walked inside the hall, Reyna on one hand and Annabeth on other with the rest of the campers, all dressed equally scantily, following us.

In the hall, people were engaged in various activities. That's another thing about Olympian parties that I noticed. I expected them to be stuffy, ritualistic affairs, but instead it was a never ending party, all sorts of people coming in, going out, eating, dancing and flirting whenever they want, endlessly for all time. I find it a bit depressing, but feasts do provide me with an excellent way of doing what I want to without drawing too much attention.

"Master, don't look so glum," Annabeth whispered in my ear. "Look how much you have changed and influenced over here, in such a short time too."

When I looked around, I did notice what she was saying. There was of course everyone wearing revealing clothes and giving me fawning glances, but that is quite the common sight now. There were other signs, however. I saw Hades chatting amiably with his wife Persephone, their marriage doing wonders after I started fucking Hades' wife in front of him. I saw Hephaestus with his mother figure Thetis sitting on his lap, cooing something to his ear while stroking his beard. When they saw me, both of them bowed without getting noticed. A hundred signs of my control all over the place.

And in the middle of it all was the royal couple, Hera and Zeus... or Julia, I guess, as I'm supposed to call her now. Hera looked gorgeous as always, of course. She was wearing a long, white dress that should have been demure on paper. But it clung to her skin, and with every move I could see every curve of her body, being to the point where it was almost transparent. Hera had an unsure, almost confused look on her face, as if not knowing what to do with her husband that had suddenly turned into a teenage girl. Still, when she saw me, relief broke across her face and she smiled gladly.

Julia, hanging on to Hera's arm, looked more like Hera's daughter than partner. But while her wife was showing off her goods with elegant modesty, Julia's clothes showed that she had no tact at all. Her 'clothes' included only two strips of black cloth, one going around her breasts, while showing plenty of both underboob and cleavage and with her nipples standing proudly against the material. The second strip of cloth left quite a bit of her buttocks in the open. It was a very vulgar dress, but Julia still made it look acceptable, and when she saw me, she shot a glorious smile that would have made a lesser man cream in his pant. In fact, seeing his father turned into this hot teenager meant I could her Jason give a whimper when he saw his 'father.'

"My lady," I said, bowing down to Julia when we got near.

"Oh I told you to drop all those stuffy titles and etiquette, didn't I?" Julia said, sounding for all the world truly like a bratty teenager. Then she hugged me, purposefully pushing her tits into my body. That maybe effective on me a year ago, but after grappling with expert seductresses, Julia's attempts only seems laughably simple to me.

"Very well then," I said, untangling myself from Julia.

Then I went to Hera, bowing and kissing her hand. "And of course I've met your wife, fairest of all Olympians."

"You are very kind to say such things, Camp Director." Her said, curtsying demurely.

"Kind? No. I am simply an honest man."

That made Hera blush even more. She had spent many thousands of years without even compliments, much less sex, that she was able to be swayed with just a few simple words. "In fact, your beauty is so captivating, I would like a dance before anything else. You wouldn't mind, would you Julia?"

Julia, looking at the two of us like a hurt and confused puppy with her big, blue eyes, could only nod mutely. Smiling, I took Hera's arm and took her to the dance floor.

"What are you doing Raj?" Hera hissed in my ear as we walked hand in hand.

"Complimenting you. I thought you loved that?"

"Don't play the fool with me. What are you doing, provoking Zeus so?"

Hera's tone took me aback, but it didn't surprise me much. She was one of my few followers whom I had not completely made obedient (yet) cause it amused me to see Zeus' downfall due to a simple thing like not treating his wife properly. The flip side is sometimes the woman can get a bit... unruly.

We reached the middle of the floor and started swaying in each others' arms. "Don't worry love. The more **** Julia is for my companionship, the more malleable she becomes."

"Zeus is dangerous," Hera whispered. "I don't want anything to happen to you."

I smiled fondly at Hera. "She was dangerous. She's not even really Zeus anymore. She's Julia now. Do you think Zeus would just let me dance with you like this?"

"No," Hera mumbled.

"And do you think he would have let me do this?" I asked as I put a hand on Hera's ass and started molding it.

"What ARE you doing?" a flustered Hera whispered. "Do you have a **** wish?"

"I'm just complimenting you," I repeated as I continued to grope her. The feeling of power was undeniable. Here I was, in the center of Greek divinity, surrounded by gods as I manhandled their queen. The onlookers kept looking uneasily first at us and then at Julia, but she could only look helplessly as I caressed his wife. All the while I was sending waves of pressure to Julia's brain, so that in the future she would associate me fucking her wife with sexual pleasure.

After that, I spent my time dancing with several other women, all in the sight of Zeus. First was Annabeth, who parroted the same concerns Hera had voiced. Then it was Reyna, who was fully embracing her role as my little girl, from what she was wearing to how she spoke. When she twirled around, the silly, short, multicoloured skirt she was wearing flared above her hips, flashing her hairless pussy and large, brown ass. She only laughed gleefully as she flashed hundreds. Then came Aphrodite, who's idea was of a dance was to wrap around me as tightly as possible while basically humping me.

When the tease left, I looked around, wanting more. Maybe if I do something more, it would push Julia off the edge. I scanned the hall, until electric blue eyes met my gaze.

"I'm so glad you chose me master," Thalia said breathlessly as I dragged her through the darkened halls of the palace. "It's been so long since we had time together, just the two of us. I've practiced a lot since then. I won't let you down."

"We'll see about that," I said, looking around a dimly lit, deserted corridor. "This would do well enough."

When I looked around, Thalia had already skimmed out of her dress.

"No underwear?"

"Isn't underwear forbidden in your new religion?" Thalia teased.

"No, actually," I replied. Thalia's banter always amuse me.

"Well then you should! I hate underwear. My girls like to be free," the former huntress said as she jiggled her sizable tits.

Thalia smirked at my hungry glare, before quickly going down to her knees and fishing out my cock. "Ooooh I missed this," she cooed, rubbing my dick on her face before swallowing it.

After a few minutes, she took her mouth off my cock, and talked to me impishly while still rubbing it. "You know, this is very naughty, master."

"Hmm?"

"You not only turned my dad into a hot, **** bimbo, you came to his house today, molested his wife and is now face fucking his daughter."

I laughed. "Well, if anyone in the world deserves such treatment, it's your dad."

"That's true," Thalia said, kissing my cock head before opening her mouth to take it all again.

"Wait," I said, before she could do it.

Thalia looked up, her mischievous face now ****, while tightly gripping my cock, unwilling to let go. "What is it, master?"

"I want to try something new."

Thalia blinked once, not ready to take in what I said, before a wide smile split her face. "Oh yes master," she breathed. "What is it?"

I gently priced Thalia's fingers off my dick, before thinking on the exact way to do this. Then I grabbed large handfuls of Thalia's short but thick glossy, black hair and wrapped it around my dick, before moving them around. The silky hair was a new, erotic sensation on my dick.

"Is this... a hairjob?" the former huntress, who had been growing out her hair ever since she learned my preferences, asked. "Is that even a word?"

"Probably."

"Huh. Never pegged you for a hair sort of guy, master."

"I don't know if I really like it either. But I'm trying out new things in sex. What's the point of being a super powerful pervert, if you do the same, stale things?"

I was expecting a reply from Thalia, but it seemed she had found a way to occupy her mouth with other means, as I felt her slathering tongue over my balls. The double simulation was intoxicating, and I was soon cumming into Thalia's glossy black hair, splattering drops of cum everywhere, making it look like she's wearing a liquid hair net.

Thalia's hands quickly reached her hair to eat as much of my cum as possible.

"Don't." I ordered. "I want everyone to see it." That'll definitely get a reaction out of Julia.

"I'll wear it like a badge of honour, master," Thalia said solemnly, meaning every word.

Before I could say anything, the daughter of Zeus froze. "Someone's coming, master."

The door opened before I could ask who it was, and Julia walked in, already talking. "There you are Raj! What are you doing with my daughter out here, you naughty-"

And it was then she saw what was happening. My cock, still out and somewhat large, to a cum drenched Thalia kneeling in front of me. A mixture of emotions from anger to lust to hopelessness flashed across Julia's face.

This is it! I thought. Now she's really ****. She'd beg to do anything with me, and in turn, I'd get EVERYTHING from her.

Unfortunately, plans rarely translate so perfectly from paper to reality. And that's what I thought as Julia, whom I've been assured many times would not attack me, raised her hands, and arcs of blue lightning flew directly at me.