No Place Like Home Part 1 (Percy/Hestia/Athena/Artemis)

Percy Jackson had grown up.

He didn’t think that was a bad thing, but he couldn’t deny that life wasn’t exactly like he expected. So much happened in his teenage years, yet now that he was approaching twenty, things were almost suspiciously calm. And yet… Well, he couldn’t help but feel that things used to be better.

The idea of days like this were what he fought for through every battle. He thought that he would live out his days with Annabeth, start a family, and enjoy life to the fullest.

But things didn’t work out with his first love. She got sucked into her work, always building one thing or another, and somewhere along the way their relationship was left behind like an abandoned project. Percy didn’t hold any harsh feelings, but it was clear they wanted different things from life.

He’d gone to the West Coast and started college. After his eighteenth birthday, monsters had even stopped chasing him, allowing him to go to a mortal school!

It was all more boring than he expected.

Don’t get him wrong, it was nice to be around lots of other people, and he was thrilled not to be at a school for problem kids like most of his teenage years had been spent at. Without monsters to cause accidents around him, he hadn’t even gotten kicked out of his new school, either!

But there was a lot that he couldn’t do. Sports were out of the question. It’s not fair to play basketball with normal kids when you’re fast enough to deflect bullets. Something like swimming was even more out of the question. He couldn’t even enjoy parties like his peers because really, college parties were designed to get drunk, and his tolerance levels were too high.

Percy sighed as he turned the key in this apartment door, causing it to swing open. “I’m home,” he said.

This was the part he hated the most. After living with his mom all his life, having his own place, while initially cool, just felt empty, and not even calls home every other night could change that. Coming home to an empty apartment only reminded him how empty his life currently felt.

Expecting disappointment, Percy was instead greeted by the smell of freshly baking cookies and roasting meat.

Dazed, he walked through the rooms of his apartment, seeing clothes he’d left laying around put back in drawers and the carpet freshly vacuumed.

“You’re home!”

When Percy walked into the dining room, a busty woman with brown hair and fire in place of her eyes clapped excitedly. A tray of cookies had been placed on the table before her, as well as an entire feast.

“Hestia?” Percy asked.

Hestia beamed. “Hello Percy!”

“He only greeted Hestia,” said another voice. “His powers of observation are slipping.”

Sitting at the head of his table was a woman that looked identical to Annabeth, only older and with larger breasts. She was dressed like an office lady, with glasses and a white button-up shirt. The buttons on her shirt were hanging on for dear life.

“Poor situational awareness,” agreed another voice. “He would not last long in the wild.

The last of his uninvited guests had red hair and an athletic figure. Her outfit consisted of a spandex shirt and form-fitting running pants. She also had a cookie in her hands.

“Come on! Sit down! Sit down!”

Hestia bounded over and pushed Percy toward the table, where he stood confusedly. As she did, he felt her breasts behind the apron, pressing into his back, making him gulp.

Something twitched inside of him, trying to make him act. It was something Percy had been feeling more often recently. He managed to ignore it, and the feeling abated when Hestia moved away.

“But what are you three doing here?” Percy asked.

“You explain it, Hestia,” Athena said. “This was your idea.”

“As if the two of you required any convincing,” Hestia said. “Very well, though. There’s no reason that I can’t explain it.”

The fiery pits where her eyes should’ve been turned toward Percy.

“I heard that you were having a hard time with college,” Hestia said. “After everything you’ve done, that isn’t right! Too many heroes have already gotten terrible endings. I won’t see you end up like that.”

“Hold on. Heard from who?”

“Annabeth, of course,” Hestia said.

“How would she know? We haven't talked in weeks!” Percy said.

“Don’t underestimate my daughter,” Athena said. “I put some of my best thoughts into making her.”

Percy shivered very slightly, like he always did, at the reminder his first girlfriend was a literal brain child of her parents, having been thought into conception. He focused on Hestia as the goddess continued to speak.

“She thought you were feeling lonely. Perhaps your house didn’t feel like a home. And what better way to fix that than a surprise visit?”

“Thank you,” Percy told her. It was thoughtful, and he really did appreciate it. Just the scent of real food was already a gift. He just couldn’t help but ask, “Why the three of you, though?”

Hestia smiled. She walked around the table and took a seat directly beside Percy.

“You saved Olympus twice,” she said. “We wouldn’t exist without your help, or if we hadn’t faded, we would be buried in Tartarus. You were given an offer to become a god, yet you turned it down in favor of helping others, and then you saved Olympus again. That was very noble. But it doesn’t change that you should think about yourself.”

“I’m happy with my choice!” Percy protested.

“But you’re not happy now. And I know at least one of the reasons… AND it’s something we can fix!”

Her clothes abruptly turned into smoke. Percy was left staring at Hestia’s curvy nude body, and she quickly dropped onto her knees.

“Wait—!” Percy said.

But Hestia had already snapped her fingers. His clothes disappeared just like hers. Something enormous flopped down, bouncing off of Hestia’s forehead. Her face lit up.

Percy blushed as his monstrous erection was stared at by three different goddesses. Artemis leaned forward, while Athena pushed her glasses up for a better look. Hestia had to lean to the side in order to meet Percy’s eyes around his veiny dick.

“You asked why the three of us came,” she said. “It was decided unanimously. What gift could we give deserving of all you have done for the world? Ourselves.”

“You boys are always chasing maidens,” Artemis said.

“I estimate a 100% chance that taking three virgin goddesses’ first times will excite a man,” Athena said.

“You don’t have to,” Percy said, his eyes wide.

“True,” Hestia said. “That’s what gifts are all about. They’re given because someone WANTS to.”

Her jaw unhinged as she bent her neck back, then enveloped Percy’s penis.

He instantly gasped. Hestia’s tongue slid all over him while she sucked against his glans. Her mouth was unbelievably warm, like an oven. Each place her tongue touched felt like it was burning, but not in a bad way. Her plump lips somehow felt like a hug as they wrapped the circumference of his shaft.

Percy was groaning instantly, his knees feeling weak, but he still noticed when Athena and Artemis stood up. As they walked over, Artemis pulled her tight shirt off and pushed her athletic pants down by hooking her thumbs into the waistband. Athena’s hips swayed side to side. Now that she was standing up, Percy could see she was wearing a tight office skirt that went to her knees… or she had been, until she slid the zipper down and let it drop. She undid the buttons on her shit one at a time, until her breasts finally burst free. Neither of them were wearing any underwear.

They dropped down on either side of Hestia, kneeling just like the older goddess. After Hestia had cooked Percy’s cock for what felt like hours inside of her mouth, she pulled back and let him slide from her lips.

“Your turn,” she said.

Athena jumped at the chance. Her hands tied back her curls into a bun to keep them out of the way. At first, she just stared at Percy’s cock, like she was assessing if a building was up to code or not. Then, she leaned in.

She planted a kiss right where his glans met his shaft. A moment later, her tongue dug against a specific spot of foreskin. While she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, her hand came up, gripping his glans and running her thumb over the slit of his cock.

Percy gasped deeply. Athena’s mouth didn’t have any special feel like Hestia’s unnatural warmth, but every single thing she did was utterly perfect. He didn’t know how she did it, but after one cursory survey, she had picked out every single one of his weak points and mercilessly exploited them.

Something was rising in Percy again. It was the same feeling that he felt when Hestia’s breasts brushed his back, but it was ten times stronger now. He barely kept it in check. He forced himself to remain standing, his hands loose at his sides, watching three of the most powerful goddesses in existence service him.

“Annabeth told us it would be this way,” Hestia said grimly. “A penis worthy of a god, combined with the stamina of a legendary hero. She was certain it wasn’t being treated properly while you were here in college. I can see now that she was right.”

Athena was still launching precision strikes on Percy’s most sensitive areas. She looked so much like her daughter that Percy almost caught himself thinking it was Annabeth down there, but Athena’s breasts were pushing against his body in ways that Annabeth’s never had. He could feel her stiff nipples, as pointy as her spear, prodding his thighs and causing goosebumps. Eventually, Athena too pulled back, a long string of saliva connecting her mouth to Percy’s cock. Given her style of blowjob and everything Percy knew about the goddess, he wondered if even that had been calculated and implemented as a chosen strategy.

“Well, Artemis?” Athena asked.

The red haired goddess hesitated. She leaned forward, getting close to Percy’s dick, but merely looked at it.

“Such a thing is supposed to go inside of my mouth?” she asked.

“And your throat, if need be!” Hestia said cheerfully.

Artemis frowned. “...why would I let such a thing happen?”

“Because it feels good to some women,” Hestia said. “And for the ones who don’t enjoy it, it ALWAYS makes their partner feel good.”

Artemis looked up at Percy. “You would like me to do such a thing?”

“Well…” Percy scratched the back of his head. “I definitely wouldn't mind it.”

Finally, Artemis leaned closer. She opened her mouth, but just turned her head at different angles, never actually making contact. She didn’t know where to start.

“Here,” Hestia said. “Let me give you a bit of help.”

She snapped her fingers. Abruptly, Percy’s cock became covered in a thin layer of melted chocolate chip cookie. Percy’s eyes widened as the warm, sticky feeling awakened a kink that he’d never heard of, let alone felt before.

Something lit up in Artemis’s eyes. Without any more hesitation, she hurled her head onto Percy.

Squeezing her lips, she sucked off all the cookie residue around the top of his cock, swallowing it promptly. Then she slid another inch down, slurping up the cookie batter there. She kept going like this, sliding down an inch at a time, until Percy wasn’t just filling her mouth with his meat, but it was halfway down her throat. 

His eyes fluttered. The feeling he had been doing so well to keep down was ready to burst out… and a feeling wasn’t the ONLY thing about to burst.

When Artemis reached the base of him, her nose flattening against his stomach muscles, Percy couldn’t keep his balls from tightening. No sooner had Artemis sucked off the last of the cookie batter than something else was spewing into her mouth, bitter but equally warm.

Her face showed her shock, but she simply reacted, swallowing every last drop of Percy’s semen. A single tear slid from the corner of her eye as she dragged her head back, coughing.

“What in the world—!” she exclaimed.

“Good job!” Hestia said. “You did great, sweetie!”

Athena shifted her glasses, which remained on her face even after she removed all her clothes. “Such a result was only possible because we laid the groundwork. Isn’t that correct, Percy?”

When he didn’t answer, they looked at him. Percy was breathing heavily. He was staring down, yet his eyes seemed somewhat cloudy. His muscles were tense and flexed.

“Percy?” asked Artemis and Athena.

But Hestia merely grinned.

“Get ready, girls,” she said. “Here it comes.”

Percy descended on Artemis like a vulture spotting Prometheus’s liver. Her eyes widened as she was pushed down on the floor. She ended up on her stomach, her chin propped against the carpet, while her red hair fanned out.

“Percy?!” she exclaimed. 

Her only answer was a growl. Percy’s strong hands grabbed her but as it stuck up in the air, grabbing on until they couldn’t hold her any tighter. His cock thrusted into her pussy, and with all the spit on it there was no resistance to get in its way.

Artemis’s hymen snapped, but her immortal body immediately healed, leaving her ready to take a pounding with zero pain. That was good, because Percy wasn’t stopping. Artemis screamed as Percy fucked her from behind, manhandling her backside as a way of holding her in place. Their bodies slammed together with deafening noises, loud enough to be heard a floor below and a floor above within the building.

“What’s come over him?” Athena asked, watching the other virgin goddess scream as she was ravaged.

“The libido of a god,” Hestia said happily. “He inherited every drop of his father’s lust. Annabeth said that it’s always inside of him, urging him to pounce on anyone who arouses him… But he holds back. He’s noble. But everyone deserves a chance to cut loose.”

Artemis yowled. Percy’s hands turned, twisting up the flesh of the goddess’s ass. Her toes were curling at the feeling of being filled.

“So big!” she screamed. “So big!”

Athena gulped. “I suppose a bit of initiative cannot be considered a bad thing…”

Hestia merely smiled. “I can’t wait for my turn.”

Suddenly, Percy used his grip on Artemis’s ass to slam her body back against his hips. He put all his weight forward at the same time. The position was instinctually picked to reach as deep as possible inside of Artemis. Considering his dick was large enough to reach her belly button if pressed against her stomach, that was very deep.

Athena watched his balls contract. She listened to Percy growl as he dumped spurt, after spurt, after spurt, after spurt inside of Artemis… “Is he still going?”

Hestia laughed.

Finally, Percy peeled himself off of Artemis. The goddess remained on the floor, lying still. Streams of white cum trailed from her tight pussy lips— well, they had been tight at least, before Percy smashed them open with the battering ram he carried between his legs.

“I’m no coward!” Athena said suddenly, dropping onto her back. “I will face you! Give me your best sho—ooooot!”

She screamed as Percy crossed the distance and filled her insides in less than a second. Her legs hooked around his as he leaned forward, plunging all the way to her core.

Percy dropped his head and bit into Athena’s breasts. He growled like a beast, and ate like one too, tearing at her sensitive flesh like a wolf dragging meat off the bones of a kill. 

“There’s no strategy!” Athena moaned. “Hardly any technique! It’s just raw, frenzied lust! So why does it feel so good?”

She stopped speaking a moment later, when Percy slammed his lips onto hers. The kiss was so passionate she responded reflexively, her tongue submitting to his. He groped her breasts with his hands. And the entire time, his hips pressed her into the carpet.

The floor creaked underneath them. Percy flexed every bit of his superhuman strength as he fucked his ex-girlfriend’s mom. Her breasts squeezed between his fingers. She was orgasming. Each time he thrust, a bit more arousal would leak out, and her pelvic muscles would tighten that little bit more.

With their lips still locked together, he came inside of her just like he did with Artemis. 

Since their faces were so close together, he could feel every bit of her reaction. Her whole body trembled, and she pushed her hips up, trying anything she could to get more of his cum inside of her. Not that she needed to bother. He filled her up just as much as he’d done to Artemis

When Athena’s body went limp, Percy stood up off of her, only to be pushed. It wasn’t a shove, but a gentle touch. He dropped back on his butt, his legs sticking out and his erection angled up.

“Sit, my hero,” Hestia said, straddling his waist. “I will see to your needs with my body— today, and any time you need.”

She eased herself down. Her hips rolled, riding him with movements that were somehow both consistent and erratic, like the flames of a hearth.

Percy bit her neck. Her breasts, even larger than Athena’s, pushed into his chest, so warm. She wrapped her arms around the back of his head. She smelled like smoke from the campfire at Camp Half-Blood; like the ocean on a sunny day; like the cleaner his mom used on the carpet of her apartment. In short: she smelled like home.

“You will never be alone,” she said as she rode him. “I will make sure of it. To the end of your days, you will always have me, even if a day comes when you have nothing else.”

Percy looked up into her face. The sex-fueled haze that had descended on his mind started clearing. Hestia smiled down at him, her eyes burning even brighter than normal. They kissed, and as soon as they did, Percy felt her moan.

She came; her first ever orgasm with a man. The same thing had happened with Artemis and Athena, but Percy hadn’t been in a state to appreciate it. Now he was. He was Hestia’s first, and he’d become that just now.

He came too, at nearly the same time, probably because of this thought.

Hestia released a cute, squeaky noise. Percy reached behind her, his hands sinking into her soft ass cheeks, and pushed her down, ensuring she would get as good a creampie as the two she had brought.

He felt himself cum, and Hestia felt it too. Her face twisted with pleasure for a moment, before her smile restored itself.

“Was it good?” Percy asked.

Hestia kissed him again before answering.

“Worth waiting thousands of years for,” she said. “And I dearly hope this time will not be the last.”

She shouted with surprise as Percy rolled her over onto her back, positioning himself on top of her and delivering another, firm thrust.

“You can bet on that,” he said.