A Special Trial Pt. 2 (Percy Jackson)

Poll Winner

Themes: Rough Sex, Orgy, Cuckquean

Summary: Part 2 of A Special Trial. After Apollo catches Percy and Artemis in bed together, Artemis' brother forces Percy to make an honest woman out of his sister. One thing leads to another and Percy becomes a god. Cut to eight months later and her hunters are keeping Percy company while she's pregnant. When Annabeth tries to weasel her way back into Percy's life, she's unceremoniously relegated to the cuck chair.

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Crazy how much everything can change in less than a year. It’d only been about eight months since that ‘Special Trial’ that Artemis and Thalia put him through, and yet… nothing was the same anymore.

For one, Percy was a god now. Though to understand why, one had to go back a step to when Apollo, in the process of pulling the Sun across the sky, had caught Percy and Artemis doing the deed under the open sky and taken issue with what he saw. Fortunately, the God of the Sun had not been upset that Percy was boinking his sister in general, but rather, had been upset that Percy was boinking Artemis without marrying her first.

Yeah, that was a bit of a surprise. In the end, rather than some terrible fate befalling Percy, all that Artemis’ twin had demanded… was that he put a ring on his sister’s finger and make an honest goddess out of her.

Of course, gods and mortals did not marry. At least, not in the sense that Apollo was demanding. Mortal marriage was one thing, even if it pissed Hera off to no end when her peers went and not only laid among mortals, often in direct defiance of their own marriages, but even sometimes married the mortals in the mortal custom for a few years or so.

Still, Divine Marriage like Apollo wanted for his sister was very different from mortal marriage. And thus, Percy could not be a mortal if he wanted to marry Artemis properly. Henceforth, he’d wound up becoming a god after all, despite passing on the opportunity once before. This time though, he’d had good reason to accept.

The wedding had been… a thing. They’d actually had two in the end. One for the other gods and goddesses, a truly ostentatious affair that had undeniably taxed Percy and Artemis’ patience to the breaking point. And then another more wholesome affair that had taken place down in the forest, with only Apollo and Grover and the Hunters of Artemis in attendance.

Of the two, Percy and Artemis both agreed that the latter had been the better ceremony, even if they weren’t allowed to every say it in Olympian Company.

Regardless, afterwards… well, one thing had led to another and Percy’s new godhood had manifested itself quite quickly… by making sure Artemis was knocked up pretty much straight away on their wedding night. Thalia too, seeing as the Captain of Artemis’ Hunters had joined them in their bed that fine evening.

In the eight months since, as Artemis and Thalia had gotten heavier and heavier with Percy’s children, he’d had time to come to terms with the fact that he was going to be a father. He’d also had time to come to terms with Artemis’ unwillingness to let him go through a ‘dry spell’.

As she and Thalia had gotten bigger and bigger and it had become more and more unsafe to do anything… too physically taxing in regard to the bedroom, Percy had been more than willing to just go a few months without sex, as he’d told the Goddess of the Hunt and her Captain. He would do whatever they could handle of course, but he didn’t need them to risk themselves just to please him. Nor was he going to be the kind of god who set them aside and went looking for others just because they were heavy with his babes.

He’d assured both Artemis and Thalia of this fact many times and told them he would be just fine until the babies were born and they’d both have time to recover from childbirth. Percy had believed, based on their smiles and nods, that they understood and trusted him.

Well, he was pretty sure Thalia trusted him… but Artemis had seen it happen too many times. Even if he was her first lover, even if she’d never been burned directly herself before… you didn’t grow up as a goddess of the Greek Pantheon without seeing a whole lot of infidelity. It was so prevalent and so widespread that Artemis seemed to have gained some secondhand trauma from the numerous instances of gods straying from their divine wives.

Because in the end, she wasn’t content with Percy’s promise. While she claimed she trusted his words, she also told him that she knew men, even divine men, could not always control themselves.

That was where the Hunters of Artemis had come in. Only the ones who answered Artemis’ call, of course. Only the ones who accepted their Goddess’ offer for a ‘pass’ so to speak. Percy would not have been able to agree if they weren’t all willing and of a proper age, of course. If they weren’t all of age and eager as could be, he would have rejected the offer outright.

But even with the proper restrictions in place, they were still left with a dozen of Artemis’ Hunters who all wanted to do their part to satisfy their Goddess’ husband. And so Percy found himself partaking in regular orgies with those dozen beautiful, athletic, toned women. Blondes, red-heads, brunettes. Blue eyes, brown eyes, green eyes.

It was a lot, but admittedly, Percy was a god and they… they were immortal yes, but not divine in their own right. In the end, he handled them all well enough, and was usually the one left standing when any session was done.

It was one such session, eight months into Artemis and Thalia’s pregnancies, when something happened. Percy was in bed with a particularly pale red-haired Hunter bouncing up and down on his cock and his head in Artemis’ lap. The Goddess of the hunt’s fingers are playing with his hair, even as her subordinate moans wantonly, singing a song of praise to both her Goddess and her Goddess’ husband with her melodic voice.

Suddenly, the door opens and Thalia steps in, holding her pregnant belly.

“Goddess. Perseus. There is a visitor outside begging to be seen.”

Artemis’ fingers go still in Percy’s hair, while Percy himself frowns. The red head impaled upon his cock quickly hops off when he gives her a pat on the ass to urge her away for the moment.

Sitting up, Percy tilts his head to the side.

“Who is it?”

Thalia frowns and huffs as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“Annabeth. Annabeth Chase.”

Percy’s eyes widened. He… admittedly, he hasn’t thought about Annabeth in months. Even though this all began with him accepting Artemis and Thalia’s invitation in order to take his mind off of his and Annabeth’s breakup… well, it had succeeded, he supposed. Maybe not in the way he’d intended, but he’d succeeded at forgetting about her beyond his wildest dreams.

Now, to have her show up uninvited and unannounced like this… Percy opens his mouth to tell Thalia to send her away. Annabeth was the one who broke things off between them. He has nothing he needs to say to her.

However, before he can do so, Artemis speaks up first.

“Bring her here, Thalia.”

The Goddess’ Captain hesitates, even as Percy glances back at his wife in confusion. Artemis just smirks.

“I have nothing to fear from Athena’s child, do I husband? Let her come. Let her see everything she has missed.”

… Well, alright. Percy gives Thalia a nod and she nods back, before departing to retrieve Annabeth. As they wait for the two women to return, Percy looks around the room and blushes just a little bit as he realizes what exactly Annabeth is going to see. Him naked and Artemis incredibly pregnant… yes, of course. But on top of that, she was also going to see the dozen or so Hunters of Artemis naked and strewn across the bedroom in differing states of freshly fucked or in dire need of it.

Indeed, there are several eyes on him as they wait, including the red head who’d been in the middle of riding him when they’d been interrupted. With a sigh, Percy beckons her back over and the fire-headed Hunter of Artemis happily sinks to her knees as he sits on the edge of the bed, taking him in her mouth.

That’s the sight that Thalia and Annabeth return to, with Percy sitting surrounded by naked women who swore off men, his hand helping a naked red head bob up and down his cock enthusiastically.

Thalia grins at the sight, while Annabeth looks stunned for a moment before blushing bright crimson. And yet, the Daughter of Athena does not flee the scene in disgust or embarrassment. She steps into the room hesitantly, but she steps in all the same.

“You stand before divinity, O’ Daughter of Athena. Kneel.”

Artemis isn’t playing games though, it would seem. No sooner has the heavily pregnant goddess intoned her order, than Annabeth crashes to her knees. As Percy continues enjoying his blowjob, Artemis does the talking.

“For what reason have you come here, Annabeth Chase?”

Looking at him almost pleadingly, it’s obvious Annabeth hopes he’ll step in for her. But Percy remains silent, staring her down blankly. Finally, bowing her head in shame, Annabeth shivers.

“I… I made a mistake. I came… to ask for another chance.”

“Oh? A mistake? Another chance? Would you try to steal my husband back for yourself then?”

There’s a note of dire warning in Artemis’ voice. Annabeth had best answer carefully, lest she find herself turned into some sort of forest animal by the Goddess of the Hunt.

“N-No! Of course n-not, Lady Artemis! I would never dream of trying to get in the way of you and your… h-husband.”

Annabeth’s eyes flicker between Percy and Artemis, all while Percy continues to get head from the red-haired hunter on her knees between his legs.

“Hm… and yet, you are here all the same.”

“W-Well… it would see there is… room for other women to serve you and your husband, Goddess. I merely thought… I might help lighten the load.”

Whoa. Was she serious? Percy keeps the incredulity from his face, but he’s still amazed. What game was Annabeth playing here, exactly? Was this some scheme, or did she really miss him so much she was willing to be relegated to the position of concubine… and share that position with a dozen other women besides?

“An amusing turn of phrase. You would become one of my hunters then? Swear yourself to me?”

The amusement in Artemis’ voice makes it clear what she thinks of that idea. To be fair, it is rather laughable. You have to actually mean the oaths that you swear as a Hunter of Artemis. The Goddess would know if someone swore to her under false pretenses, so Annabeth-

“Y-Yes…”

Percy blinks in surprise, and he can tell Artemis is caught off guard as well. Suddenly… he’s not so sure this is a scheme anymore. Apparently, Annabeth is serious about this.

“… Very well.”

Percy continues to have his cock sucked by the dutiful red head at his feet, even as Artemis climbs off the bed and totters over to Annabeth’s kneeling form. He watches as the Goddess of the Hunt accepts Annabeth’s oath, and he watches as Annabeth becomes an official Hunter of Artemis. He waits, half-expecting Artemis to suddenly grow wrathful once she detects deceit in Annabeth’s heart or something… but that moment never comes.

Instead, a thoughtful frown on her face, the Goddess comes back to the bed, this time sitting at Percy’s side. Annabeth looks like she wants to follow, but before she can, Artemis gives a command.

“Strip.”

The Daughter of Athena hurries to strip herself naked, fidgeting once she stands there. Truth be told, Annabeth Chase is not ugly… and yet, when surrounded by gorgeous pregnant women and a dozen incredibly fit immortal hunters… she’s actually the least attractive woman in the room.

"You may watch, but you may not touch. My husband may decide to make use of you, but until he does, you will not initiate physical contact. Do you understand?”

“… Y-Yes Mistress.”

Percy stares for a second longer as Annabeth sinks back to her knees, gazing at him with a helpless, lustful look in her eyes. The naked young woman begins to touch herself instead, even as she bites her lower lip, clearly trying to give him a ‘come hither’ look.

He studies her for a moment longer… and then pulls the red head’s mouth off of his cock and spins around, tossing her onto the bed where she quickly gets on all fours. With his back to Annabeth, Percy proceeds to take the red haired Hunter of Artemis doggystyle, fucking the gorgeous immortal woman hard and fast from behind.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Her cries of lustful pleasure and happy arousal fill the room, as do the moans of the others as they all get into things. In a way, Annabeth joins in with them perfectly, moaning right along and touching herself just like many of her fellow hunters are doing. However, there’s no denying that she’s apart from the rest of the group.

After all, the others have the right to petition Percy for a turn, to approach and touch him or even to kiss and makeout with the woman he’s already fucking if they so choose. Only Annabeth is restricted from doing so. Only the Daughter of Athena isn’t allowed to approach or beg him for his cock.

As the hours go by, his ex-girlfriend remains where she is, watching but never touching. As Percy fucks woman after woman, plowing them all in different positions and places all across the bedroom, Artemis and Thalia both watch on as well, egging him on and encouraging him in their own ways.

However, the power dynamic is very, very clear. Artemis and Thalia might not partake anymore than Annabeth, but that’s because the two of them are currently very pregnant. They’re still at the tippy top of the totem pole, with Artemis at the very top and her diligent and dutiful Captain right under her. Annabeth, meanwhile… is all the way at the bottom.

There’s something to be said about his wife turning his ex-girlfriend into a cuckquean, but it’s clear Annabeth wants it. Or at least, she wants him, and she’s willing to do anything she can to get him back.

Percy won’t lie… he’s not going to touch her tonight. And probably not tomorrow either. One day, maybe he’ll go for it, but that day will not be any time soon. Fortunately for Annabeth, his wife was nice enough to grant her immortality and let her watch. Because Percy suspects Annabeth will be waiting for her turn for a long, long time.