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Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, was tired. In the years since she’d arrived at Camp Half-Blood, she had been on death-defying quests, fallen into Tartarus, and broken up far too many couples looking for a private place to explore each other. After all, when you have a bunch of teenagers in one place, you’re practically inviting them to start fooling around. Especially when those teenagers are children of the Greek gods who basically invented sexual deviance.

All that to say, Annabeth was really hoping this summer would be a little more relaxing.

And about a week in, things seemed to be going well. Only one small group of hellhounds had tried to make it through the camp’s magic barrier, and Chiron wasn’t complaining too much yet. So far, so good in Annabeth’s eyes.

When Annabeth woke up the next day and slowly climbed up the hill to check on the golden fleece, she was surprised to see a familiar man leaning against the tree casually. Surprised, and more than a little apprehensive.

“Lord Hermes, to what do we owe this pleasure?” asked Annabeth tentatively.

Hermes looked up, his eyes glinting in the dappled sunlight.

“Annabeth Chase, just the demigod I was looking for. I have a question to ask of you.”

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. Ever since her best friend and Hermes’ son, Luke Castellan, had sacrificed himself to prevent the rise of Kronos that he himself had orchestrated, she and Hermes hadn’t quite been on the best of terms. For him to come to her with a favor to ask, this must have been important.

“Oh? And what might that be?”

“It’s a personal question, so you’re aware.”

Annabeth was suddenly aware that Hermes hadn’t looked her in the eyes since they’d started talking.

“If this is about Luke, I-”

Hermes cut her off quickly. “This isn’t about Luke.” He paused, muttering something under his breath about hating his job as messenger. He set his jaw and clenched his fist. “Are you a virgin?”

Annabeth stared at Hermes as if he’d grown another head. There was no way she’d heard him correctly.

“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”

“Why the fuck would you need to know that?”

“No need for the language, young lady. I’ll give you more context once you give me your answer. This is a sensitive subject, so I’d rather not go blabbing to just anyone unless I know they can help.”

Annabeth could feel her fists balling up as she stared daggers at Hermes. It was just like the gods to come down asking impertinent questions and providing no answers. That being said, she was smart enough to know that refusing to answer this question wouldn’t lead to anything good.

“No, I’m not a virgin.”

Hermes gave her a tight smile. “Good, that makes this easier. You see, Lord Zeus is fading. Apparently, too much of his power was connected to his promiscuity in the old times. Now, since he doesn't get around as much, his life force is draining. He needs an extremely powerful demigod to give herself to him in order to regain his strength.”

Annabeth stared at Hermes, trying to gauge his reactions. Was this some sort of joke? Was this really Hermes? Eventually, she decided on a simpler question. After all, this wasn’t completely out of the question for Zeus.

“Why me?”

Hermes was clearly expecting this question. “No mortal could sustain his power. A god that tried to help would have to give up their own life force. So, it has to be a demigod like you. Zeus had Athena, in her wisdom, and Apollo, with his gift of prophecy, try and find the perfect demigod. Unfortunately, they deemed it to be you. You held up Atlas’ burden of the sky, you journeyed through Tartarus, defeated Arachne, and helped defeat both Kronos and Gaea. You are, likely, the most powerful female demigod of all time. And yes, Zeus does need a woman.”

Annabeth grimaced and shook her head in disbelief. “That's...that's ridiculous. I'm not some sacrifice for the gods. I'm here to help demigods, not become a pawn in some perverted games. I'm not going to sacrifice myself for a god who can't control his own desires. We demigods deserve better than that.”

“Annabeth, these aren’t games. Zeus really is fading. And you won’t be sacrificing yourself. If anything, it would be more pleasure than you have ever experienced. I hear Lord Zeus is a phenomenal lover.”

Annabeth crossed her arms and laughed bitterly. “Oh, please. I don't need some god to give me pleasure. I can take care of myself, thank you very much. And I won't be a part of this twisted plan.”

Hermes shook his head, clearly frustrated with the resistance Annabeth was putting up. When he next spoke, however, he sounded less angry or upset and more tired. “Annabeth, listen. If it’s not you, it’s one of your friends. I heard Piper McLean’s name come up? But you were, by far, the best option to restore Lord Zeus’ strength. At least your mother seemed to think so.”

Annabeth took a step forward, her voice low and threatening. “Don't you dare threaten my friends. I'll fight you to the end if that's what it takes to protect them. And I'll make sure they know you're the one trying to hurt them.” Her eyes blazed with fury as she remembered all the times the gods had taken advantage of her, Luke, Percy, and the rest of her friends.

Hermes spoke again, even more tired than before. “Annabeth, this isn't a fight. The Olympians are asking for your help. Would you believe me if I had your mother talk to you? She chose you for this quest. This is your destiny, you can save Olympus.”

Annabeth breathed deeply. Hermes was right, there was no point fighting him. She’d been so caught up in her indignation and surprise at the request that she’d forgotten that the middle-aged man in front of her was thousands of years old and could probably destroy her with a snap of his fingers. She steeled herself, and accepted that this would likely happen whether she wanted to or not. Better to go along with it than get mind wiped by Aphrodite or something.

“I'll go with you. But just so we're clear, I'm here to help, not to be used.”

“I understand. Thank you, Annabeth Chase. Lord Zeus will be most pleased when he sees that you have accepted.”

Hermes snapped his fingers, and all of a sudden Annabeth found herself in what she knew must be Olympus, but she had never seen this part of the gods’ private chambers before. Huge marble columns surrounded the circular room they were in, which was decorated in classic Greek style. A large, freestanding bed sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by animal-skin rugs and tables overflowing with wine and grapes. On the bed sat a person covered in shadows. As Annabeth spun around, taking in the stunning architecture and ornate friezes, a deep voice boomed from behind her.

“At last, Annabeth Chase. I am glad to see that you have accepted your destiny.”

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When Annabeth turned to look, she realized that the man on the bed was the king of the gods himself. Zeus stood, emerging from the shadows and allowing Annabeth to see him. While Zeus usually appeared as a clean, sharply dressed business executive, it was clear that Hermes had not lied about his power fading. Today, Zeus looked more like a retired wrestler or bodybuilder.

He was wearing a simple white tunic, clasped at the shoulder by a brooch with a bronze eagle insignia. While you could still see the rippling muscles just under his olive skin, his midsection bulged ever so slightly with the beginnings of what looked like a beer belly. His face, too, showed the signs of his weakening power. Zeus looked older, more like a man in his early 60s. His hair was gray with flecks of white, the same as his beard, which looked well-kept from where Annabeth was standing. At least he was still taking care of himself. Of course, his eyes were the same as they always had been. Electric blue, with lightning flickering in them if you stared too long. Annabeth could feel the power radiating off of him, even in this form.

“I hope Hermes has filled you in on your responsibilities here today?”

Annabeth shivered slightly at the commanding sound of Zeus’ voice. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the power that Zeus carried himself with made him kind of attractive.

“Yes, Lord Zeus. I know what I have to do for you to regain your strength.”

“Good. Then come here, Annabeth Chase.”

She slowly stepped towards the god of lightning, almost as if she was in a trance. Suddenly, she found herself looking up into the god’s face, only inches away from him.

“I… I’m not sure where to start…” she admitted quietly.

“Follow my lead, child.”

Zeus unclasped the brooch holding up the top half of his tunic, letting the fabric fall around his waist. Annabeth gasped involuntarily as she took in the wiry gray hair covering his chest and tracing a line straight down to where his belt held the last remaining scraps of tunic in place. Annabeth shook her head, reminding herself that she was here to fulfill a purpose, not just ogle the much older man in front of her. She raised her orange Camp Half-Blood shirt over her head, feeling it catch on her tangle of curly blonde hair. She then bent and rolled her tight jeans off of her legs, kicking off her shoes and socks as she did so. Suddenly, Annabeth felt very exposed, standing in front of Zeus in only her underwear.

“Good, Annabeth Chase.” Zeus smiled with approval, the wrinkles on his face deepening as he did so.

The god reached out to hold Annabeth’s face in one hand, cupping her cheek and bringing her closer to him. Their lips met, and Annabeth felt her mind go blank. There was suddenly nothing beyond Zeus, the lord of the gods, and, for right now, her lord.

She felt Zeus' fingers deftly undo the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor as her modest breasts were exposed to the air. Annabeth was sure her nipples were as hard as diamonds. She gasped into Zeus’ mouth as he squeezed a large handful of her ass, massaging the soft but toned flesh underneath. Annabeth was particularly proud of her ass, which was sizable but still pert, a true bubble butt that had taken years of training in the arena to achieve. Feeling Zeus’ rough, calloused hand manhandling it like he was sent shockwaves through Annabeth’s small body. Suddenly, Zeus pulled away from their kiss, leaving a trail of spit between their mouths. Annabeth panted slightly, surprised at how intense she was already feeling. ‘

“It is time,” the god said, the command sending another jolt through Annabeth.

“Of course, Lord Zeus.”

Annabeth sank to her knees, gazing at the powerful legs in front of her while she waited for the king of the gods to finish untying the knot around his waist. Suddenly, the fabric fell to the floor like the most exciting curtain call of Annabeth’s life. If she thought she had been dumbstruck by Zeus before, it was nothing compared to what she felt when he fully exposed himself to her.

Annabeth could feel herself drooling as she stared at the largest cock she had ever seen hanging between the god’s legs. Her mind filled with lust as she took in the thick patch of gray hair, the long and thick shaft, the fat head, and the two perfectly round balls hanging low and heavy behind the shaft. She found herself leaning closer, inhaling the sweaty musk rising off of his junk.

As she shook herself out of her reverie, Annabeth reached out with both hands to raise the still-soft monster cock from its place. She shifted her body closer and laid the throbbing, warm member over her face, feeling it extend well past her forehead as her chin touched his ballsack. She couldn’t resist the urge to lick the hot, heavy, and sweaty nuts in front of her, feeling Zeus’ large load churning just under the skin. She continued licking up his shaft before settling on the head, eagerly suckling at the precum that was starting to drip from the tip of his dick.

Even with her mouth around the tip and two hands stroking his length, Annabeth was nowhere near covering the full length of Zeus’ impressive member. Not only that, but she could tell her panties were soaked through as the warmth and wetness between her legs continued to spread. Annabeth was ashamed at how easy it was for the god to turn her on. Then again, she thought, maybe this was why all those mortal women in the myths kept falling for him even though they knew it was a bad idea.

Zeus smiled at the young woman kneeling between his legs, doing her best to please his considerable length. He placed a hand on her golden curls, guiding her mouth as she took more of him inside of her throat. It had been a long time since he had felt reverence quite this intense, and it felt good.

Finally, Annabeth realized she had managed to take his whole length inside of her throat. She wasn’t sure what had happened to her gag reflex, but she was pretty sure she couldn’t normally swallow this much without godly interference. Not that she was complaining, she thought as her forehead rested against the soft, wrinkled belly of the god. Without her hand gripping an incredibly strong and muscular thigh, the stomach above her might have convinced her she was dealing with a much weaker man. But no, this was certainly the king of the gods, as she was reminded by the now-hard cock down her throat.

Annabeth felt the hand holding her hair pull her away, and she felt a twinge of sadness that she had been separated from such a beautiful cock. She looked up at Zeus expectantly.

“You have done well, Miss Chase. Now it is time for me to regain my full strength.”

Zeus snapped his fingers, and suddenly Annabeth was lying on her back on the bed, her legs spread and her panties nowhere to be seen. As she looked down, she could see her pussy glistening, eagerly awaiting a visitor. The god king stood over her, his form dwarfing hers as he rested his massive, throbbing cock on her stomach.

“Are you ready?”

Annabeth nodded quickly, not wanting to delay what her body was so ready for. Zeus nodded back, and slowly pushed his way into her, her wet folds parting as his monster cock split her in two. Annabeth’s eyes widened, her synapses short-circuited, her hands gripped the bedsheets and her legs locked around the god’s back as she moaned loudly, feeling the first of many orgasms rip through her body. Zeus smiled down at her, pausing for just a moment before starting to thrust back and forth.

Annabeth’s vision was blurry, but it was slowly coming back to her. Each time Zeus bottomed out in her and the tip of his cock touched her cervix, she involuntarily made a sound halfway between a yelp and a moan. She looked down to see her tight, perky body rocking under the wrinkled, leathery skin of the lightning god. She wasn’t exactly surprised to notice that that turned her on too, given everything else about the man seemed primed to turn her into a lust-addled bimbo.

Suddenly, as she gazed up at the face of the old man fucking her, Annabeth came to a realization. She was fucking her grandfather. Before she could fully process that, another orgasm rocked her body, and she felt herself cumming around the massive cock that was still pounding away at her insides.

As she came back to her senses again, she reckoned with her realization. Technically, she had been born from Athena’s mind, so there was no blood connection. And even if there was, it’s not like the Olympians were above incest or anything. If anything, the closeness to the man above her was a positive in Annabeth’s mind. If that made her fucked up, so be it. She wrapped her arms around the god’s neck and kissed him again, immediately forgetting all about her momentary hesitation.

Thirty minutes later, Annabeth had ridden the god of lightning, been fucked against a column in his arms, and had at least ten more orgasms. Now, she was face down on the bed with her prized ass high in the air as Zeus pounded her into the bed. Her tits were squished into the bedding, but she had managed to get one hand underneath herself and she toyed with her nipple as the god continued to rail her tight, young pussy. She felt his full balls slapping against her as he thrusted, and she could sense that he was almost there.

“Now, Miss Chase, you must- ngh- take my seed in order for me to- ugh- regain my full power,” Zeus said between grunts.

Annabeth said nothing since her face was still shoved into the mattress, but she figured he’d get the idea. She wasn’t going to back out now. She felt a sting as he slapped her fat, round ass, and felt the familiar pull of an orgasm nearing for her, too.

The god’s thrusts became more erratic, pushing deeper inside of her as he bucked his hips. Annabeth braced herself for what she knew must be coming soon, savoring the feeling of the thick cock inside of her. Zeus grunted, pushing his full length inside of his granddaughter, feeling his hips against the soft, tight skin of her ass. Annabeth felt a gush of hot, thick cum fill her completely, and as more jets of white-hot jizz filled her she could feel it spilling out around the edges of the god’s cock. The sensation triggered yet another orgasm, and Annabeth felt herself falling forward as her vision tunneled.

When Annabeth came to, she was lying on the floor next to the bed with a puddle of cum oozing from between her legs. She was shiny with sweat, and still panting from the exertion. Her legs, ass, and tits were all sore from the attention the god of lightning had given them. As she took in her surroundings, she realized that Zeus was now standing over her.

He was still naked, but gone were the beer belly and wrinkles. Now, Zeus looked like a perfect Adonis, radiating masculine energy. His hair and beard were cropped closer, his olive skin had a sheen of sweat, and Annabeth could smell his intoxicating musk from her position on the floor. Thankfully, she noticed her favorite part of the god had not changed one bit. His impressive length still hung heavy between his legs, although the balls behind it looked to be slightly smaller, which Annabeth figured made sense given the amount of cum still seeping out from inside of her. Zeus smiled down at her.

“Thank you, Annabeth Chase. You have restored me to my normal self and fulfilled your quest. I will not forget this act of heroism. Tell me, what would you have as a gift for your efforts?”

Annabeth wasn’t sure if her voice would work, but she knew exactly what she would ask for her. She mustered the strength to get out two words.

“You…”

“Again…”
The king of the gods looked down at the young woman laying in a pool of sweat and cum beneath him. He was surprised, and that did not happen often. He smiled down at her before turning to walk away.

“I’d be happy to oblige.”