Percy Jackson God Of Fertility Fanfiction Novels & Stories

WINREY. I wake up sore in places I didn't know could be sore. My jaw aches from eating Luxuria's pussy for what felt like hours. My thighs are sticky from where we ground against each other. And when I shift in bed, I feel the phantom sensation of her mouth between my legs. The note on my pillow is written in silver ink this time. Noon. Training room three. Wear nothing. You won't need clothes. —P Priapus. The god of stamina who promised to teach me how to fuck for twelve hours straight.

Zelena. The piercing sound of my high pitched beeping alarm clock woke me up early, well before Hank wakes up anyway. Quickly hitting the button on the top to silence the sound, I looked to my closed bedroom door for any signs of movement on the other side. Nothing. I laid there for a minute, contemplating, did I really need to go to school today? I scrunched up my nose at the thought of having to spend 8 hours at home with my dad. I sat upright and perched on the edge of my bed. Yesterday seemed like a distant memory. The three Greek Gods and their odd kindness, were they real, or was that a concussion induced hallucination? I don’t know which theory I’m more hopeful for. Doesn’t matter, I’

I crossed my arms and glared back at him. “I’m sorry. Tell me what’s on your mind. I’m here as your big brother not the Alpha of the Druit Guard.” “I have this overwhelming feeling that she’s going to disappear just vanish. That just makes me want to hold on to her. Then the whole thing with her family and now the news about these witches makes me want to hold on tighter and just have her with me 24/7. Like right now sitting here with you is killing me. I can’t read her, sometimes she clings to me and then she pushes me away. I don’t know the boundaries but a part of me doesn’t care and just feels like I need her now. It’s like I’m starving and she’s the only thing in the world that can make

I said as I pointed with the gesture of my hand towards the thunder-blasting bloke with a brazen glint and mocking smirk on my lips. ”… the mighty ruler of Olympus and Elysian Fields, the God of all Gods” mockery aimed at bastard evident in every syllable “…had found himself in a bit of pickle with God of War recently, and thus at the mercy of the God of Chaos, the master of all things unpredictable and wild. My dear cousin Nepenthern here asked for protection and had decided to give me the hand of his lovely daughter Noosha as a token of his appreciation and gratitude.” I heard the sound of his teeth clenching as I spoke.

A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair. The boy was Eren, the child I had nearly given up half my life force to bring into the world. The woman was not me. I was Persephone, goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld, and Hades’s wife under every sacred law. Not long after, Nympha posted her own update on the social feed. In the illustration, my mother’s pomegranate brooch lay beside a small charm of laurel and asphodel, clumsily woven by a child’s hands. Beneath it, she wrote:

Fucker. He’s also been sending all sorts of food he claims will help with the baby’s development. Some of it’s based on actual science. Some of it’s based on old folklore and wives’ tales. If I see another fish eyeball or goat brain, I’m going to kill something. Preferably him. “Thank you. Just... put it with the rest,” I say, waving toward the ever-growing pile near the wall. The demon bows and leaves. I turn back to Persephone—my only friend in this godforsaken place.

I move over to Theseus' fountain of sight, swirling my hand inside to summon Hati's human counterpart in this life cycle. Damian, the poor soul, is an innocent thing, but he is tainted much like any other human counterpart Hati is bonded with. He's pacing inside his room, talking to Hati as he begs not to hurt Lilith. My poor Lilith. Once, I believed in birthing my own child to battle my own demons. Theseus is the god of witches, his reign passed down from his father before him, so when we found we were mated together, we once made a pact of never having children.

She frowns at him and tries to ask with her eyes if he is all right, but he just gives her a small smile meant to encourage her to act like he isn’t there. This is her moment, there must not be any distractions. “What is Freya the Goddess of?” she asks. “She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.”

She was adept at making up new kinds and naming them. Persephone was growing up fast and free, always running beneath the sunshine and azure skies. Her glowing beauty was so ravishing that it attracted all sorts of gentle creatures wherever she went. She loved cavorting with rabbits, fawns, and other animals from the grotto of her favorite cousin Pan, god of the wild. Now the girl was on the verge of womanhood, being pampered even more so by the Barley-Mother herself.

assistant"> Idun stepped forward holding a box containing the Golden Apples and the medals, handing them to Hodr. Hodr smiled modestly, lifted the box, and gave it a little shake. “If I eat any more of these, I’ll start shrinking… Next—Chief Dark Priest: Thor, God of Thunder!” Thor took the box. “This one’s for my wife.” “Chief Grand Sorcerer—Freyja, Goddess of Fertility!” Freyja accepted the box and said flatly, “Could someone let me experience what it feels like to come in second for once?”