Red Riding Devil

Five hours after the life changing revelation, I was making my way to the Date Hall, where I would be meeting with Rachel.

Once I reached the Date Hall entrance, I raised an eyebrow at Rachel's choice of dress.

"What?" Rachel asked with a blush, then she laughed in realization. "I forgot that you demigods don't know anything about culture!"

"What do you mean?" I asked, indignant. "We're plenty cultured."

"If that's the case, tell me what my outfit is referencing," Rachel said.

Rachel laughed victoriously when I was stumped.

"So, what is your outfit referencing?" I asked as I opened the door for Rachel. "By the way, just to clarify, it's not the outfit isn't pretty, it's just not something I really expected you wearing."

"Yeah, I normally wouldn't want to look so stuck up and official," Rachel said. "But for a date, and for the reference?"

"Ah, what a sacrifice," I said sarcastically, then I entered the Date Hall.

I smiled happily as I recognized the place Rachel chose for our date, the pavilion in Camp Half-Blood.

"I've missed this place," I said nostalgically. "It's been years since I've last been here."

"I figured," Rachel said. "Do you think I can sit at the Poseidon Table now?"

I raised an eyebrow at her deadpan.

"What, it was a question!" Rachel said, but her lips were twitching.

I rolled my eyes as I sat down at the Poseidon Table, and Rachel sat across me.

"So, Perce," Rachel said. "I'm not going to ask you how's life treated you since I last saw you in the old world, since we can all figure it's been shit. I won't ask you about anything from the past, as long as you truthfully answer about the future, is that a deal?"

"It's a deal," I accepted.

"Perfect," Rachel said. "I don't care about tomorrow, I don't really care about the game, I care about who you are. Do you understand what I've said so far?"

"I'm following," I said.

"Perfect," Rachel said. "So, I love you, you know I do. I love the caring, loyal, handsome, strong, idiot that you are. I also know that you've changed. See, Apollo and I were the only two people who knew you weren't dead, we just weren't allowed to tell anyone. Both of us were able to see what you went through. Not all of it, but we got glimpses. What I'm trying to say is, I have an idea about how dark you are, as well as how much **** you've been through. But, I still love you. It's not that I love you even though you're dark, it's that I love you fully, dark and light. So, I don't mind when you piss on Juno, bitch that she is. I don't mind when you let the dark side out. All I want is for us to be partners. Do you think that's possible?"

"Yeah, Red," I said, touched by Rachel's care. "I think it's possible."

"Thank you, Perce," Rachel said. "I trust you, you know? I understand that you have lots of negative emotions you just don't release, and I want you to let go of them. You are the King. That means you're harsh, but you're fair. So, don't go about being the nice guy, then one day, the mean guy comes out and does the wrong thing."

"How do I make sure that it's equal?" I asked quietly.

"It won't be equal for a while," Rachel admitted. "I don't know what you went through, but you went through a lot. I know that's dragging on you. I don't know the right answer, but my advice is to use what you have. Take out your anger rightfully on those who deserve it, like Lucia or Juno. As long as you're cautious of what the line is, I trust you. Honestly, pissing on Juno might be demeaning to her, but she kidnapped you, made you forget, and removed six months of your life. It's your choice what too far is, you're the king, after all."

I hummed thoughtfully. "But that's not right, isn't it? That was Zeus' problem. He thought he was the sole decider. I can't choose that path."

"Then don't," Rachel shrugged, as if it were that simple. "Choose the path you think is right, and if I agree, I'll be by your side."

"I'll have to think about this," I said in the end. "It's not as simple as just saying it, or not thinking about it and choosing it, that's the mistake that Zeus made. What do you think I should do?"

"So, this outfit I'm wearing references a show called Highschool DxD," Rachel said with a blush. "Bear with me, please. The main characters are devils, and they have this thing called Peerages. Essentially, one strong devil is the leader of 15 other weaker devils, and the they all have points that correspond to a Chess game, with the the king having 10 points, queen has 9, rook has 5, all the way till the pawns, which have 1 each. I think you should make a voting system for your choices which would work similarly, with any new Aspirant Goddesses having from 1 vote all the way up to 9 votes for the Queens."

"That's not a bad idea," I said. "I'll think about it later. For now, I have a question for you."

"What's the question?" Rachel asked.

"What is a show?" I asked.

"Huh?" Rachel raised an eyebrow at me. "What do you mean, what is a show?"

"I mean, what is a show?" I repeated.

"Do you not know what a show is?" Rachel asked.

"Nope," I said. "I heard some kids at school talk about that, but I have no idea what it is."

"Do you know what a movie is?" Rachel asked desperately.

"Yeah!" I said excitedly. "I watched my first one with Annabeth and Sadie, we watched Finding Nemo!"

"Why haven't you ever watched anything before?" Rachel asked confusedly.

"I'd assume it's because of the no phones for demigods," I said. "Mom never had a phone when I was little, she only got one when I went to Camp."

"Shit, so you were really powerful, even as a kid," Rachel said. "Almost all demigods can get away with a phone in the house, but if your Mom wouldn't risk even that, you were a powerhouse."

"I don't think so," Percy said. "Amphitrite and Clarisse were insisting I was the most powerful demigod, but I don't really feel like it."

Rachel scoffed. "Only two demigods in history can compare to you, and you outlived both of them, and defeated one of them. Heracles, and Dionysus. Both of them became gods, so, what does that say about you?"

"It says I was always doomed for godhood," I said.

"Eh, that's one way to look at it," Rachel said. "Personally, I see it that you were always going to change the world for the better, the gods' tricks just made the change all the more dramatic."

"Maybe," I said, but I didn't believe that. "Anyways, what's a show?"

"Oh, that is kind of important," Rachel said. "Ugh, it's difficult to explain. Actually think of it as instead of one long movie, a show will consist of maybe thirty short movies to tell a longer story. Those mini movies are called episodes, and they usually release once a week when a show is releasing."

"Huh," I said. "That's actually really interesting. So, is that Highschool DxD show any good?"

Rachel blushed. "It's not a good first show, or a second show, or any number show, it's really just comedic fan service mixed with a smidge of softcore porn. But it's funny, and sometimes it's interesting, so, I watched it."

I stared at Rachel's increasingly reddening face.

"Don't look at me like that," Rachel muttered. "I was a bored, rich, girl, I needed some distractions."

"Of course, my bad," I said sarcastically, and Rachel decided to fire back.

"You would be the main character in the show," Rachel said. "Actually, even the main character of that show hasn't fucked as crazy as you have, he only has 8 wives, compared to your horny ass, with 15 Queens, forget about any partners you have that aren't queens!"

I blushed, but Rachel was on a roll.

"Also, he doesn't go on to fuck his relatives, or the relatives of his partners," Rachel grinned. "I can say the exact opposite of you, can't I?"

"Fuck you," I grumbled.

"Aww, big bad Perseus Jackson is embarrassed?" Rachel teased. "That's so sad!"

I rolled my eyes, done with Rachel's theatrics.

"Anyways, there's other good shows to watch," Rachel said. "It's crazy that you haven't watched anything, we'll have to catch you up on so much peak fiction."

"My life is better than any fiction," I said with a grin.

"Probably," Rachel admitted. "Didn't your mom write stories about your life?"

"She based her books on my stories, yeah," I said. "She got #1 bestseller, that proves me right."

"Ok, sure," Rachel rolled her eyes. "But sometimes, it's nice to be in a fictional world."

"I don't understand it, I guess," I admitted. "I've never been able to read because of my dyslexia, and I couldn't watch TV because of electronics."

"Ok, look," Rachel said. "Didn't you enjoy Finding Nemo?"

"Yeah," I said. "It was a nice story."

"Yeah, so what about more mature stories that aren't meant for kids?" Rachel asked. "You'd enjoy them, wouldn't you?"

"I'd have to try it out first, I suppose," I said, open to the idea of watching shows.

"Finally," Rachel said excitedly. "Took you long enough to agree."

"You're acting like you just made me agree to eating blue food," I rolled my eyes.

"Trust me, when you watch some of these shows, they'll feel like blue food," Rachel promised. "But, that's for another day, today is our Date."

After dinner, Rachel and I headed to my House.

Rachel asked me to wait for her in the bedroom, then she entered the bathroom.

"I'm waiting!" I called out teasingly as I sat on the bed.

"You can wait longer!" Rachel teased back.

"What a tragedy!" I whined dramatically, then I heard the doorknob twist.

"What do you think?" Rachel asked as she spun around, then she giggled at my speechlessness.

"You're so fucking hot," I finally croaked, much to Rachel's amusement.

"I know," Rachel said with a grin, kneeling in front of me. "Who's this big guy?"

"You met him earlier today," I joked.

"That I did," Rachel said, throwing Juno's fleshlight off my dick. "Let's get you all fired up and ready for this Succubus pussy and get rid of that hag's pussy, what do you say, little Perce?"

"Are you talking to my dick?" I asked amusedly.

Rachel glared at me jokingly. "Don't get between me and Little Perce."

I raised my hands in surrender, and Rachel started giving me a tender blowjob.

"Can I grab your horns?" I asked.

Rachel gave my dick a soft kiss. "If I was giving you a proper blowjob, I'd say yes, but I'm just preparing you for a good fuck right now, so there's no point. You'll get to grab my wings soon enough."

My dick twitched, and Rachel giggled as she played with my dick. "You like that idea, don't you, little Perce?"

"I think he does," I grunted.

Rachel yelped as I grabbed her by the hips and tossed her to the bed.

"Someone's excited," Rachel sung as she wiggled her butt and twirled her tail.

Rachel tapped her vagina with her tail as she looked back at me with a grin. "Get to it, Percy, or I'll do the whole thing myself."

Without any hesitation, I grabbed Rachel by the hips and slowly sheathed myself.

"Your wings are such good handles," I told Rachel as I grabbed them and found an angle to fuck Rachel hard.

Rachel kept weakly slapping her tail against my chest. "You're just good at making it work," Rachel moaned. "You're fucking me so hard, I can't even control my tail."

"What happened to the shy girl that kicked me and Clarisse out of the room?" I asked teasingly as I slowed down.

"She's not here," Rachel moaned.

"Is that true?" I asked. "So, I can call Clarisse to us in the morning, and you won't have any problems riding me in front of her?"

Rachel whimpered, and I thrusted all the way into her and stayed there.

"Umph," Rachel tried moving herself, but my grasp on her wings prevented her from moving.

"I want you to say the words, Rachel," I said lowly.

"What words?" Rachel asked, on the verge of orgasm. "Just fuck me!"

"Not those," I said. I tickled the base of her tail, and she made a sound that was a cross between a giggle and a moan. "I want you to admit what you are."

"What am I, Perce?" Rachel asked.

"You're a closeted freak," I said.

"I'm a closeted freak," Rachel muttered.

"I couldn't hear that," I teased.

"I'm a closeted freak," Rachel said louder.

"Say it with your chest, Red," I ordered.

"I'm your closeted freak!" Rachel exclaimed. "I rub myself out to you fucking me, cucking me, kissing me, anything you do to me, I love it!"

"Now, was that so hard to admit?" I asked rhetorically as I started fucking her again.

"No, Percyyyyy!" Rachel creamed around my dick.

"That's a good girl," I breathed out, then I grabbed Rachel's horns and pulled her back as I fucked her roughly.

"Yours, Master," Rachel moaned, flapping her wings once to push us forward, landing her head on the bed and me right on top of her.

"I'm about to cum," I told Rachel, pulling out.

"I wanted it inside," Rachel whined, jerking me off with her tail until I came on her ass.

3 Charis Earnt by Rachel Elizabeth Dare: Get Fucked!

"Wait, did something happen?" Rachel asked, seeing my worried expression when she mentioned coming inside.

"Juno used her PTF ability to induce fertility on Mom," I admitted. "She's pregnant."

"Oh!" Rachel exclaimed. "Congrats to the two of you!"

"Thanks, but we don't wanna tell everyone yet," I told Rachel. "Mom wants to wait until after the Challenge."

"That's understandable," Rachel said. "That way the dies are cast, and you know who to be worried about."

"Yeah," I lay down. "I'm worried for the baby. Hades, I'm worried for all of you. The Fates won't back down, and neither can I."

Rachel reassuringly kissed my cheek. "You're technically older than them, I'll put my bet on you."

"Hopefully," I said.

Rachel wrapped my arm around her, then she lay her head on my chest and wrapped her wing around me. "Definitely. Now, let's go to sleep, worry that smart mind of yours with planning tomorrow, ok?"

I kissed Rachel's forehead, then I slowly nodded off to sleep.