The Divine Gambit Begins

The attic’s finally done, every dusty relic crammed into place. Annabeth was right—sorting this shit took her an hour less than it would’ve with me stumbling over boxes. If I’d kept “helping” instead of staring at her ass, we’d still be up there, three hours deep in cobwebs and sweat. Her naked body sways in front of me now. My cum from an hour ago streaks her face and tits, dried patches turning wet again with her sweat, sliding down her toned stomach in white rivers. The dim light catches her curves—ass tight and round, begging to be grabbed. My cock’s hard again, pulsing at the sight. I could bend her over right here, fuck her a third time against the rough wood, but I’ve got something better in mind.

“Follow me,” I growl, voice thick with want. My fingers clamp around her wrist—her skin’s hot, slick under my grip—and I yank her toward the stairs. Her bare feet slap softly behind me, obedient, her breath a quiet huff in the stale air. The attic’s **** heat fades as we drop into the Big House’s cooler halls, all polished wood and faint pine. Her scent hits me hard—my cum, musky and raw, mixed with her sweat. It fires up the twisted idea in my head. Percy’s about to see what I’ve turned his girl into. I’ll fuck her senseless in his cabin, right on his bed, and make him play servant—fetching water, snacks, whatever we need while I pound her. Cabin Three’s wasted on him alone when I’m stuck sharing Cabin Eleven with a dozen loudmouths. Maybe Annabeth and I will take it over and make him wait on us full-time. The thought twists my lips into a smirk.

We reach the main floor, and I drag her toward the rec room. I tell myself it’s to report the attic’s done, but really, I want Chiron to see her like this—naked, dripping with my cum. She showed up at camp at seven, and he’s been like a dad to her ever since. I picture her riding me cowgirl-style on the rec room table while I bullshit with him about artifacts nobody gives a fuck about. Hilarious.

It doesn’t go down like that.

Chiron’s there, hunched over a poker table with Dionysus, the God of Wine and Camp Director. Cards are scattered between them. They glance up as we walk in. Chiron’s horse-half twitches, and his old, wise eyes blow wide when he spots Annabeth. Cards slip from his hands, fluttering down. Dionysus leans forward, not as shocked but still staring. My gut twists. What the hell? The earrings should fix this. Then it hits me—I’m the only one wearing them. My actions are normal, but Annabeth prancing around naked and cum-soaked isn’t. Shit.

Chiron’s face hardens, and purple fire flickers in Dionysus’s eyes. I jump in fast.

“Annabeth swore on the Styx to be my sex ****,” I blurt out, words spilling quick. “It’s normal for my slaves to wear what I say. For her, that’s nothing but my cum and her spit. Means I fucked her good.”

My heart’s pounding, slamming against my ribs. Do the earrings work on gods? If they don’t, I’m screwed—spilling that I turned a hero of Olympus into my slut right in front of an Olympian. I’d be toast, then chained in the Fields of Punishment forever. Sweat prickles my neck, but then the moment passes. Chiron’s shoulders relax, and he nods, picking up his cards like it’s no big deal. Dionysus slumps back, swirling his Diet Coke with a lazy grin.

“Fair enough,” he drawls. “Carry on, Milton.”

Relief hits me, but it turns hot and dark fast. The earrings work on gods. I’m not some pathetic demigod anymore—I’m a fucking king. Power surges through me, buzzing in my veins. I glance at Annabeth, her naked body still shiny with my cum. An hour ago, I thought she was the hottest thing at camp—better than those Aphrodite bitches or Thalia. I figured she’d be the prize of my harem, the best I’d get. But if I can control goddesses, she’s small-time. Just a warm-up, a tight little toy before I grab something divine.

Like her mom, Athena. She’s next-level—smarter, sexier, a goddess with even better curves than Annabeth's. A virgin, too, untouched, her kids popped out of her head from brain-games with nerds. I’d be the first to shove my cock in her, claim that sacred pussy for myself.

Or maybe the three Queens. I’d been plotting to cuck Percy, make him watch me wreck his girl. But why stop there? Hera, Queen of the Heavens, all high and mighty—her tits would feel unreal in my hands. Amphitrite, Queen of the Seas, wet and wild, begging me to dive in. Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, dark and filthy, her screams bouncing off Hades’ walls. Screw making Percy my bitch—what if I could break the rulers of the damn universe?

My cock’s rock-hard again, straining my jeans. The possibilities are endless, and it’s got me dizzy with want.

I turn to Dionysus. The first step to getting a Goddess into my harem is to lure her here, and I had an idea on how to do it. “You know, Mr. D, there’s no point in you being Camp Director. You’re the God of Wine and Madness. What does that have to do with training heroes? Seems like you’d be better off back on Olympus. Don’t you think it’s time someone more… qualified took over? Someone like-"