A Special Consummation (Percy Jackson)

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Themes: Rough Sex, Dom/Sub, Fucked Silly

Summary: Side Story of A Special Trial. Artemis feels that it's time for their Roman Sides to consummate their relationship. Diana, as it turns out, is a bit different from Artemis as one might expect. She acts out, seeking to make Percy punish her and loving every last bit of it while pretending to hate it. Percy goes along with it all, even as he hides the fact that in truth, his Roman and Greek Sides are the exact same person.

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“… Seriously?”

Diana scoffs.

“You want me. I know you want me. So prove you can take me, Perses.”

Percy resists the urge to correct the Roman Goddess on his name. He also resists the urge to cover his face with his palm and groan.

Gods were weird. Really weird. Divinity was… Percy wouldn’t exactly call it a crapshoot, but damn if he didn’t find it to be irritating sometimes. The whole ‘Greek versus Roman’ thing was definitely one of the most annoying bits of being a god though. Every Greek God had a Roman counterpart. It wasn’t quite right to call them personas or facades or anything like that though, because the Roman versions were their own aspects and gods had the ability to be in multiple places at once.

Artemis had decided, with their Greek selves having been married for a while, that it was time for their Roman selves to become acquainted as well. Of course, technically they were just two sides of the same coin. Technically, since Percy and Artemis were already married on the Greek Side of things, they were also married on the Roman Side as well.

However, Artemis had warned Percy that Diana might not be so gung ho as she was. And it would seem that Diana was right. Diana was a total brat, even worse than Artemis, and Percy was left grappling with that fact even as he faced her down. However, there was one other thing that further complicated matters.

Percy’s Roman name was Perses for some reason, but Percy himself… he didn’t experience the disconnect that other Greek and Roman deities experienced. For some reason, Percy was the same person regardless of who he was interacting with. It was a little weird, because he could feel an aspect of himself with Artemis right now, and he could tell that that part of him felt him with Diana here too.

He was pretty sure that wasn’t how it worked for everyone else. It wasn’t so… connected. But Percy wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even still…

“You want to wrestle to see who wears the pants in this relationship. Wrestle.”

Diana huffs, sniffing haughtily at him as she looks down her nose in his direction.

“What of it? Are you scared, perhaps? Not at all confident that you’ll win and be able to dominate me, maybe?”

Percy resists the urge to roll his eyes even as Diana does her level best to provoke him. This was… well, it was a thing, he supposed. He just didn’t get it. Diana wasn’t too different from Artemis, or at least she wasn’t supposed to be. She was the Roman Goddess of the Hunt, the Moon, Woodlands, and Childbirth. So why, of all things, would she challenge him to a wrestling match?

And yet… well, the goddess is already dressed for the occasion in tight workout attire, standing with her arms crossed over her chest and staring him down challengingly. And… Artemis truly did want their Roman sides to consummate. Percy didn’t want to disappoint her so…

“Fine. Let’s do this.”

Stripping down to his boxers, Percy allows Diana to lead him outside, where she’s already prepared a wrestling pit for precisely this encounter apparently. Percy can’t help but wonder if she has some trick up her sleeve that he doesn’t know about. Sliding down into the pit on one side, he watches her do the same on the other.

The two of them face off against one another for a moment… before Diana lets out a shout and lunges at him.

… The thing is, Artemis is pretty small. Diana is no different. The Goddesses of the Hunt aren’t what Percy would call petite, but neither of them reaches over six feet when they’re not projecting themselves to the size of buildings.

Percy, meanwhile, is easily over six feet tall and built like a truck. As Diana smashes into him, he sets himself in place and reaches out to grab her, still waiting for some trick. Instead, he finds it surprisingly easy to arrest the Roman Goddess’ momentum, spin her around, and pin her to the ground beneath him near-instantly.

“B-Brute!”

Diana yelps and squirms immediately and Percy relaxes his grip instinctively, letting his divine wife slip out of his grasp and escape him. Panting a bit, Diana narrows her eyes and scowls.

“Tch. It would seem I underestimated you, Perses. It won’t happen again! Hyah!”

Again, she throws herself at him. Again, Percy grabs her, wrestles her into submission, and pins her down. This time, he doesn’t immediately let her up when she starts squirming.

“L-Let me go! Ugh! I w-won’t give up! You-!”

SMACK!

“Eep!”

Pushing Diana down, Percy rears back a hand… and brings it down upon her ass. Clad in tight shorts, her buttocks jiggles from the impact, causing her to squeal… and maybe just moan a little bit in the background? Not that she’d ever admit it if he called her out.

And yet… Percy is starting to get an idea of just what sort of woman Diana is. Set aside the goddess stuff… Diana really isn’t that different from Artemis after all. She’s just far, far brattier about it. Percy sighs. It would seem his Roman wife is in need of serious correction. Fine. Fuck it. By the time they were through, he was going to extract the truth from her. First though.

“We’re still wrestling, Diana. Or are you just giving up?”

“W-Wha- no! I won’t surrender!”

Her struggling intensifies again. Percy lets her think she’s getting free and uses her scrambling to more easily reposition her under him. Soon enough, the Roman Goddess of the Hunt is on her back with her legs folded up against her head. Her eyes widen as Percy shows off some of his true strength, his arms flexing while he holds her legs back by their ankles.

Then, right before her eyes, Percy leans down… and down… and down some more.

“No… d-don’t you dare…”

Maintaining eye contact with Diana all the while, he comes down to her crotch and places his mouth upon it. Diana gasps as Percy sucks at her cunt through the soaked-through crotch of her shorts.

“Y-You… t-that’s just sweat! It mean noth-eeeep!”

Percy drives his tongue into the crotch of her shorts, causing the material to push into her sopping pussy deeply and making Diana moan against her will. She could lie and say it was sweat all day, but he can taste the sweet nectar of her arousal through her shorts. She’s turned on. No, more than that, she’s hopelessly excited for this.

Her mouth writes lies that her body doesn’t back up. Now that Percy is beginning to understand his Roman wife a bit better, he feels more confident in what he has to do next.

With a growl, Percy pulls his tongue back… and bites down on Diana’s shorts. Then, he pulls sharply and viciously.

RIIIIIIIIP~

Diana squeals as her shorts are shredded and torn apart by his teeth, with the biggest piece remaining of the garment coming away along with his mouth. Percy spits out to the side and stares Diana down for a moment as the Goddess of the Hunt stares back, frozen like a deer caught in headlights.

He contemplates eating her out to really drive her insane and make her admit her true feelings, but honestly? He’s not in a very giving mood. His cock is already rock hard in his boxers and ready for action. Instead, he brings her legs together behind her head, holding her ankles tightly in a one-handed grip while he reaches down and frees his cock from its confines.

S-SMACK!

His meaty, throbbing shaft slaps down upon Diana’s cunt wetly, exposing further just how turned on she is by all of this. Panting noisily and needily, she nevertheless tries to keep up the act.

“Y-You… I’m not weak like my Greek self! I won’t just give in because you have a big fat cock!”

Percy snorts derisively and lines up. Diana continues to spout nonsense about how she’s not going to give in, right up until he finally slams into her. His entire length disappears up into her divine pussy in one smooth motion, prompting Diana to fall silent, her mouth open in a wordless scream as her back arches and her eyes very nearly roll back in her head.

She recovers before that can happen, glaring up at him without too much heat. But just before she can say something else, Percy pulls back and thrusts in again, preempting her and causing her words to once again be choked off. Then, he keeps going.

He’s not going to hurt her. She’s his wife, after all. But he is going to teach her a lesson. Fortunately, divine beings are made of pretty stern stuff. Not to mention, conceptual shit is pretty important when it comes to deities. Basically, so long as Percy isn’t trying to do serious bodily harm to Diana, he can go as hard as he wants.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The ground of the wrestling pit and the area around them shakes violently as Percy fucks Diana’s folded body silly right then and there. He slams down into her again and again, his cock stretching her cunt walls and his entire weight pinning her over and over. He has total control… but then, from the look of things, that was precisely what she wanted all along.

All that shit about not being as weak as her Greek self… what a load of bullcrap. The Roman Goddess was just as submissive and needy as Artemis, she just wasn’t as willing to admit it. She wanted to be defeated. She wanted to be taken. That’s why she’d put herself at such a disadvantage. At least Artemis had challenged Percy to a contest that theoretically should have given her the advantage.

But Diana here… she hadn’t even bothered with that. In the end, the Roman side of his wife was even MORE masochistic and submissive than the Greek side.

Beneath him, Diana hollers and shouts at first. She tries to decry him; to claim she’s not enjoying it, calling him all manner of names in the process. He’s a brute, he’s a monster, he’s going to pay for this. Except, the more Percy fucks her, the less frequent those words become and the more Diana begins to reluctantly moan.

As he plows her fields with bruising force, the Roman Goddess’ true voice starts to come out more and more. She shudders under him after a certain point, and realizing how close she is, Percy reaches down and rips her top away too. Then, he falls upon her breasts, savaging them with his teeth and hands until finally, with a loud and lewd cry, Diana tips over the edge into an explosive orgasm.

Percy doesn’t stop to comment. In fact, he doesn’t let up for even a second in his brutal plundering of Diana’s body. She wants to label him a brute? Then he’ll be a brute. Of course, it’s patently obvious by this point that every lie out of the Roman Goddess’ mouth obfuscates a truth. When she told him she wouldn’t let him win… obviously, she wanted him to win. When she called him a brute, it was clear she was asking him to be a brute to her.

Once he’s done savaging her breasts though, Percy does move up to her mouth next. Diana tries to turn her head away, but he refuses to let her and ultimately kisses her with bruising, domineering force all while plowing into her cunt with deep, penetrating stroke after stroke.

Alas, all good things come to an end. Percy doesn’t let himself cum until he’s extracted half a dozen orgasms from Diana though. Only once he’s left his divine wife a mewling, shuddering, trembling mess does he finally allow himself to tip over the edge. With one final grunt into her quivering lips, he proceeds to fill Diana’s womb with his seed, pumping it deep inside of her, leaving the hot, thick load of his cum within her most sacred of places.

Finally pulling away, Percy releases his hold on Diana and leans back. His cock slides out of her cunt, his mouth leaves her mouth. He watches her for a moment as she just lays there sprawled out. A normal woman would probably be insensate for hours, but Diana is no normal woman. She’s a Goddess. It takes her no time at all to recover and she looks up at him with a faint spark of defiance as she huffs.

“I-I suppose now you’ll expect me to suck your cock and serve you w-with my mouth, now that you’ve won and shown me my place, won’t you Perses?”

Well no, he wasn’t… but it was obviously a suggestion, despite her tone. Snorting derisively, Percy reaches down and grabs Diana by her hair, dragging her up onto her knees as he rises to his full standing height and presents his cock to her. Glaring up at him, she opens wide and takes him into her mouth, dutifully sucking him clean while Percy just stares down at her.

Yes, Diana and Artemis weren’t that different after all at the end of the day. Though they were still two very different aspects of the same goddess. So then… why wasn’t Percy? Where Diana and Artemis were two sides of the same coin, Percy was just… himself. Able to be in multiple places at once? Yes. But he wasn’t split between them. He was every instance of himself at the same time.

He didn’t know why or what that meant, but he did know better than to let anyone, even his wife, know about it. Nothing good would come of him once again turning out to be special…