It's Good to Be a Demi(God) Part 2 (Percy Jackson/Chel)

Percy stood on the beach with his arms crossed, watching ships sail toward him. They reminded him of the Queen Anne's Revenge, Blackbeard's old ship that he once stole and sailed across the Sea of Monsters in. They had the old sails and rigging. There were big crosses on the sails, and in total, three boats were sailing toward him.

Mortals ran around on the decks. Percy could see them if he looked carefully. They were dressed in armor and heavily armed with weapons totally unlike what the warriors of El Dorado wielded. Conquistadores, searching for the city for its wealth and riches.

Tzekel-Kan had seen them in a vision. Percy still did not trust or like the High Priest, who had seemed excited by this prospect. He thought that these may be more gods, and wanted to make sacrifices in their honor. The chief, Tannabook, was less excited. He thought they were mysterious, dangerous invaders, and he wanted them to be forced to leave.

Percy didn’t know a whole lot about human history, but he knew a bit, and he thought he understood human nature pretty well. If a bunch of spanish explorers found as much gold as was sitting around El Dorado, they wouldn’t be satisfied with a few little offerings.

The boats were coming into port. Unlike Tzekel-Kan, these were definitely mortals, meaning his sword wouldn’t work on them. No, it was much easier to repel them BEFORE they arrived. 

It was almost too easy. Percy summoned a sudden group of waves, twisting the boats around to sail AWAY from shore. He could hear soldiers shouting and fighting the current, but it was no use. When they’d spun around, Percy took control of the rigging on the main ship, ensuring the sails stayed unfurled so it sailed far away. The two smaller ships on either side followed the main one, unable to leave their leader’s side.

Movement caught his eye at the back of the main boat. A huge armored man who carried himself like a leader had surged up, snatching a musket from one of his subordinates. He planted a leg on the railing, leaning over the ocean and aiming at Percy.

It was an incredible distance to cover with such a primitive weapon. But to Percy’s surprise, the man’s aim was good. The shot didn’t line up with his head, but it would’ve hit him in the shoulder, which was still highly impressive.

Riptide was already in his hand, however, and Percy cut the musket ball out of the air in front of him. He watched the musket slip from the man’s hands onto the deck. The conquistador leader was gaping at him until Percy’s water powers pushed the boats too far away for them to see each other.

“That should do it,” Percy said. “I imagine they won’t be back after that.”

“They’d be crazy to try.”

“Mhm,” Percy said. “I think I scared them enough—”

He stopped, looking sideways with a glare. Chel stood there, resting her hands on her very generous hips.

“That was satisfying to watch!” she said.

“I seem to remember telling everyone to stay behind,” Percy said. “Even you. It could’ve been dangerous if they got close. Or you could’ve been hit by a musket.”

“I knew I’d be fine with you here,” Chel said, batting her eyes. “And I am, aren’t I?”

Percy hesitated.

“Know what? I can’t tell anyone else they did something reckless,” he said.

That was like his trademark. If he never did anything reckless, he never would have rescued Annabeth in his third year at camp. 

“Good. I’m glad you’re being reasonable.” Chel grabbed his hand. “Now come on!”

“Where are we going?” Percy asked, allowing himself to be pulled along. “Chief Tanabook asked me to come back and tell him as soon as I was done.”

“Since when do gods take orders from chiefs?” Chel asked. “We’re going to your temple, of course!”

She spun back around without warning, pressing her body against Percy and whispering in his ear. “That display was VERY arousing, after all.”

It wouldn’t hurt the chief to wait a bit.

LINE BREAK

“Mmm. Ah! Ulp!”

Sweet slurping sounds filled the comfortable temple where Percy had been staying. There were cushions all over the floor, a few of which he was laying atop on his back. Chel was bent over beside him, leaning down and sucking on his dick. His and her clothes were scattered around them, allowing her to get her lips on Percy’s massive dick while showing off all of her dark body.

Chel had only gotten better at sucking on him now, having gotten in many HOURS of practice over the last few days. Most of every day found them like this, fucking each other silly in any position they could contort themselves into.

Chel’s skilled mouth felt fantastic, but Percy wasn’t satisfied lying around. It hadn’t been a true fight, but repelling the boats had been enough to get his blood pumping, and that always made him want to DO something. Rather than allow Chel to continue worshipping him in piece, he scooped up her lower body.

Chel released a soft groan that was stifled by the dick filling her mouth. Percy moved her body so that she was parallel with his, just with her head pointing toward his feet. Then he set her down, plopping her pussy right on his face. 

The lips were hairy and dark, like you’d expect for a woman in a primitive time, but with the help of magic and natural springs around the city El Dorado’s inhabitants had shockingly good hygiene. Case in point, Chel tasted sweet as Percy slid his tongue inside her, feeling her muff against his face.

He felt Chel stop momentarily, then redouble her slurping. Her tongue moved in new ways, clearly trying to outdo Percy. That was a challenge he would gladly take up.

Her huge soft thighs were pressing onto his head from either side. Whenever his tongue did something good, they would squeeze his head like they were trying to pop it. Percy could've happily stayed there forever… even if it was a little hard to get a deep breath.

Chel’s mouth slid up to the top of his dick, popping off of his shaft just long enough for her tongue to thoroughly lick his tip. She slid her head down to base again a moment later, keeping her tongue active the entire way. Percy had to acknowledge that it felt amazing. It was almost enough to convince him to reward her with a nice warm load. But he decided she had to do a little more to earn THAT.

He determined himself to make her cum first. His tongue picked its way through her warm folds to find her g spot. When he located it, he grinded it without mercy until Chel’s crotch was trembling. She upped the ante in return, begin to hurl her head up and down his length at a speed SURE to give her a sore throat when they were done.

Percy’s hands slipped down her body, sliding around from Chel’s back to her chest. He wedged his hands between their bodies where he could feel her nipples pressing onto his body. Percy pinched them, striking her g spot at the same time, and was rewarded by winning the race.

Chel’s orgasm rained down on him, and Percy decided to quit holding back. He came inside Chel’s mouth at the same time that her juices poured into his mouth, giving him something sweet to swallow.

Percy rolled them over as he finished so that he was on top. He kept himself pressed down for a few seconds, filling Chel’s mouth from above, ensuring that she got all of his cum. Then he dragged himself out of her lips, trailing spit as his dick emerged. Chel smacked her lips, smiling to show her appreciation.

Percy was still hard and heavily aroused. He grabbed Chel’s hips, positioning her as she wished, and Chel obediently followed.

“Your wish is my command, My Lord,” she said cheekily as he moved her body. 

Percy smirked. He put her on her hands and knees, ready for doggy style, but before he could do anything else Chel lowered her upper body, arching her back effortlessly.

“Gods deserve only the best, don’t they?” she asked over her shoulder, smiling. Percy smiled back, taking his dick in one hand.

He dropped down behind her. He held out his hand and summoned a bottle from a nearby table. It was a type of oil the tribe used, but he and Chel had found a different use for it. One that—in his opinion—far outstripped the uses they had before.

He positioned his dick as he wished, letting go of it to smack Chel’s ass and watch it jiggle. Then, he pried open those big dark cheeks, pouring out half of the bottle. 

“Eager, aren’t we?” Chel asked.

“Better to play it safe,” Percy said. “We need enough for at least a few hours, after all.

Chel bit her lip as she imagined it, moaning loudly when Percy slid into her tightest hole seconds later.

Percy grabbed her hips, crouching behind her in a way that would burn an ordinary man’s thighs like crazy, but he could handle it. This much was nothing compared to holding up the sky. He put his whole body weight behind thrusting into Chel’s dark asshole.

“Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh!”

Chel pounded the ground next to her with an open palm as she screamed from the feeling. Percy was huge even for her pussy, but when he put it in her ass that was when she REALLY stretched. He controlled the liquid lube they were using and made it coat and stick to his length, ensuring maximum smoothness… which was utterly necessary for him to fit.

His thrusts were fast and violent, but he made sure not to do it so hard that it would hurt. Well, so that the pain was minor enough to be worth it, at least. There was no way that having her ass opened like this wouldn’t sting. Chel clearly didn’t mind.

Her pussy had already begun squirting, turned on by the feeling of Percy’s strong hands on her and by the feeling of his dick reshaping her asshole.

“By the time I’m done with you, this hole is going to be mine,” Percy said. “I’ll make sure you remember this feeling for the rest of your life.”

To fulfill that promise, he didn’t immediately speed up. Instead, unlike when they’d been performing for a crowd or when he was rewarding her mouth’s work, Percy made complete use of his ability to withhold an orgasm.

He wasn’t just bragging when he said that if he chose to, he could stop himself from cumming no matter how good the sex felt. He’d heard rumors that when Olympians had sex with each other instead of with frail mortals, they did so over the course of days or weeks. Percy was only half-god, so understandably he was more limited than that, but then so was Chel. He didn’t have to stretch this into days. In this case, a couple of hours were more than enough.

Chel’s animated reactions gradually became more muted, but her pussy never stopped. She orgasmed at regular intervals as they fucked longer and longer, the total number climbing higher and higher. First it was ten times, then it was twenty, thirty…

Her asshole became slightly less tight. It was a very small change, but it was a change brought by Percy’s dick relentlessly plowing into her, which he had to admit he found hot. Chel chin slid across the floor slightly every time Percy thrusted into her, only to be dragged back when he pulled on her hips. When they started the sun was in the middle of the sky. By the time Percy panted and felt his control slip, it was beginning to sink behind the horizon.

Percy poured HOURS worth of cum into Chel’s asshole. It was still squirting out when his dick pulled free from her tight hole, causing him to dump white splotches on Chel’s wide brown ass. He dropped back, sitting and struggling to catch his breath, admiring his work. It was definitely going to be a few days before (or weeks) before Chel was able to sneak around following him like she had earlier. There was going to be no hiding the limp she’d just developed.

“What do you think?” Percy asked. “Is life as a sacrifice treating you well?”

Chel could only groan, making Percy laugh. He gave her ass a good spank, watching with pleasure as the rippling cheeks scattered his cum around them.

Sometimes, it’s damn good to be a (Demi)God.