Percy Jackson God Harem Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

Cedric is now braiding one of the girls' hair, and my jealousy spikes again, seeing his fingers brushing against her exposed shoulders as he gathers all her hair in his hands. “Relax your expression,” Percy muttered, walking back to stand beside me. He’s a lot more calm now, seeing that his mate is alright and just here visiting with her old friends. “You look like you want to start a fight. That’s not going to get him to want to talk to you.” “I can’t help it,” I growled, “I hate seeing him flirting with everyone but me.” “I hate to tell you this, Gamma, but it’s your own fault. I wouldn’t want to talk to you either if you were always looking at me like that. Calm your tits and wipe the gri

"Yes, we did it three times. And each time, I couldn't get off. I waited until she was satisfied, then went to the bathroom to masturbate, and do you know what I was imagining then?" "What?" "Imagining what I saw that night when you had a threesome with my dad and my older brother." ***

She grabs the giant by his collar, pulling him down for another loud, messy kiss right in front of us, before dragging him down the hall toward another room. Once they are out of earshot, Arlo exhales shakily. "That was...intense. I think that guy is the Thor Awakener. The God of Thunder." I watch their retreating backs, a sudden memory unlocking in my brain. Right. The Plot. This world is rigged for a 'Gary Stu' protagonist. The script is painfully simple: every strong man here will eventually die as a stepping stone, and every pretty woman—including our taken Succubus—will be magically brainwashed into his harem.

Hera nodded at them. “Psyche Sect has secrets, thousands of them, and about a few I unraveled with the former Leagues.” Sighing, glad that Sheels had regained her composure, Hera looked at the other two. “There are other Leagues?” Perry nodded, but Yara put her forefinger on her lips. “Later.” A glimmer caught Hera by surprise. She looked quickly at Sheels she creaked her neck. Biting her lips, she put her hands at her nape, caressing it as she slowly turned it, groaning.

Cara paused and heaved a sigh. "Oh really?" Percy clapped and laughed. "You are trying to put the victim blame on me now! You know why I hate you so much? " He shouted and grabbed her hand. Because your family ruined my happiness! Your whore mother made my mother seem like nothing, and she didn't have enough. She wants the throne too, and she is not going to get that because you don't know, " Percy tightened his grip on Cara's hand, and even when she cried out in pain, he ignored her. "You don't know what I have in store for you. I'll make life terrible for you until you beg for mercy! Until I pay your mother back, I won't rest and make sure you regret ever agreeing to this marriage. "

“Is he a regular at the café? If he’s a jerk, Jen, you don’t have to date into a family of jerks.” Jenna stood, hand flying to her mouth. “This isn’t funny. Don’t play like that.” “I’m not playing,” I said, brow furrowed. “Who are you talking about?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Percy. Percy Laskaris. The Alpha. The man who did this to you.” I stared at her. The name rang faintly, distant, like a word I’d once read and forgotten. “Percy?” I repeated. “Was he someone I graduated with? Was he at the mansion?”

“Yes, I dream of you drowning. And even though I can’t drown you myself, one can only hope you get paralyzed and end up choking to death in a tub of your own sweat.” God, some things are sacred. Percy can never be any of those things. I chuckled. There’s no way I’d ever be attracted to this piece of dirt. Even though I think he and I could form a friendship someday- actually no. That’s not going to happen either. I feel so relaxed, and happy.

One year. Three hundred and sixty-five days of having Arete as my charge. One year of stolen conversations in the Pegasus tavern with Saea, her acidic humor smoothing some of the roughness from each day. One year of stolen moments with Arete herself, slipping into dark corners to press desperately shut mouths together, hands grasping clothing and skin until hers was all I could see or feel, and my life as Keeper to House Ares didn’t seem quite so empty. It hadn’t been enough.

His body pressing me to the rug, he slowly nestles between my thighs. Gently, Zeus glides his hips between my legs, evoking delicious thrills down my pussy. He slips his fingers between us, teasing my entrance. Rubbing and circling. His fingers soaking inside my pussy juices. I arch my hips for him, as I feel that familiar quickening of my pussy walls. "Zeus, I want to..." "Cum for me, Athena." His voice quietly guides me. His lips pressed to my neck. Kissing me. I surrender, my walls coming apart against his expert fingers.