Coming of Age Ch. 57 (Percy Jackson) (Patreon)

A/N: Percy bags a Goddess of Wisdom.

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As silence reigns following Percy’s proclamation, he tenses up, waiting to see how the Goddess of Wisdom will react with bated breath. Sure, he’d already gotten her assurances, forcing her to acknowledge his victory before explaining precisely how he’d bamboozled her, but even still… she WAS a Greek Goddess. They were prone to… impulsive decision making even at the best of times.

He doesn’t bother elaborating further though. It’s obvious from the moment that the words ‘The Ocean’ leave his lips that she understands what he’s done. It’d been a risky maneuver obviously, but Percy had been relying on knowing something Athena didn’t. Mostly the fact that he and his fellow demigods had already been farming the hell out of the monsters closest to the border of the camp anyways.

Not enough to truly alleviate the pressure on Hestia except for rarely and temporarily, but definitely enough that once Athena got involved, once she was skirting the circumference of Hestia’s Domain and adding her spear to the mix, the monster assault would dry up rather quickly as a natural consequence.

As such, not only did dipping into the Ocean give Percy back all of the energy he needed to keep going for the entire three hours of the challenge, but it also allowed him to get far more kills as he ranged further from Camp Half-Blood’s borders than Athena ever did, only dipping back in close to make sure she saw him when she expected to see him.

It was audacious in the extreme… but it’d worked. He’d won their bet. Only… just because he was victorious didn’t mean Athena would spare him. The story of Arachne came to mind for instance, which was half the reason Percy was trying to be as respectful as possible right now.

Finally, the standstill they find themselves in is broken. Athena thrusts her spear point first into the ground beside her, causing Percy to blink as she stomps past it and right up to him. She’s disarmed herself, so he doesn’t try to flee, nor does he raise Riptide to defend himself either. Perhaps he should have, because the next thing he knows… Athena has grabbed him by his front and yanked him into a kiss, their lips mashing together as she slams her mouth into his own right then and there.

Percy’s eyes widen and for a moment he’s stiff as a board and completely at a loss for what to do. What… what the hell was this? Why was she making out with him? But at the end of the day, Percy is nothing if not a lover as well as a fighter. Capping Riptide and tucking it away is the work of a moment, followed by Percy setting his hands on Athena’s hips… and kissing her back.

The makeout session lasts for what feels like an unfathomably long time, until Percy is left wondering if maybe this is how Athena intends to do him in… through lack of fresh air as they kiss and kiss and kiss. But no, in the end, she does finally pull back, looking at him with eyes that blaze with lust and a face as red as a tomato.

“I am impressed… and aroused by your cunning victory, Perseus. You have proven yourself worthy of Annabeth. Moreso… you have proven yourself worthy of me.”

Wait, what? Surely she didn’t mean what he thought she meant? And yet, the Goddess of Wisdom presses herself up against him. Their armor gets in the way a little bit, but her amorous intent is unquestionable all the same.

“I believe it is time for me to bestow upon you the ultimate prize I can give, Champion. Mine virginity.”

She could… do that? But then to be fair, the myths were a little mixed on that weren’t they? Most of them acted like it was Hestia, Artemis, and Athena’s choice to remain Maiden Goddesses though, and Zeus supported and protected their right to that. Of course, even if one took the more unflattering interpretation that Zeus enforced their virgin status and didn’t allow for anything else… well, the King of the Gods wasn’t around anymore, was he?

In the face of Percy’s shock, Athena smirks and takes a step back away from him. Her cheeks are flushed an even deeper shade of scarlet than before, and the reason becomes obvious when her armor suddenly fades off of her body with a simple glow. Clad in just a simple white toga and sandals, the Goddess of wisdom then proceeds to undo said toga, letting it slip off of her athletic frame and pool at her feet.

Percy swallows thickly, staring with wide eyes at her voluptuous, chiseled body. She’s built like a statue, with all the beauty of a Goddess. Her breasts defy gravity, sitting perched on her chest instead of sagging, and her nipples sit even higher. Meanwhile, down below, her black pubic hair is neatly trimmed, showing off a set of pussy lips that are already glistening.

Stepping further back, Athena leans against a tree and reaches down, presenting herself to him by spreading her sex apart with her fingers.

“Take me, Perseus. Claim your prize. Make me yours.”

Holy shit. This was really happening, wasn’t it? Part of him wonders if he should say no. But not only does Perseus know it’s a terrible idea to reject a Goddess in a situation like this, there’s also just a far larger part of himself that doesn’t WANT to say no. Still… he is worried about Athena changing her mind mid-coitus and in an impulsive display of embarrassment, transforming him into an animal or a bug or something to hide her humiliation.

Perhaps they can have it both ways. Perhaps there’s a way he can give her what she wants while also starting off slow enough for her to still back out with her virginity intact.

Striding forward, Percy closes in on the naked Goddess even as she tenses up in anticipation and excitement. However, rather than free his cock from its confines and take her right then and there against the tree… the Son of Poseidon drops to his knees in front of Athena.

Her gaze filling with confusion even as it drops down to look at him, Athena frowns.

“What are you-?”

But Percy doesn’t hesitate. There’s no room for such hesitation right now. He grabs Athena by her athletic, toned thighs and grips down as hard as he possibly can, digging his fingers into her divine flesh. Then, he thrusts his head forward between them, and drives his tongue right into her waiting, wet slit.

Athena’s question is choked off by an involuntary gasp as one of her hands instinctively comes down on his head, gripping at his hair. Percy thrusts his tongue this way and that inside of Athena for a few seconds before pulling back to finally give her a response.

“I’m worshipping you, Goddess.”

Then, he dives right back in. Athena groans. Then, she moans. Despite being an eons-old divinity, despite having lived for thousands and thousands of years... it’s obvious that Athena is inexperienced in the pleasures of the flesh. To be expected really, given that she’s a virgin. Percy didn’t know what the ‘mind sex’ that had birthed Annabeth entailed exactly, but it was clearly nothing like what he was doing to her now.

“Y-Yes! Yes, just like that! B-By the Styx, your tongue feels DIVINE!”

High praise from the Goddess of Wisdom. Her hips buck wildly against Percy’s face as he eats her out with gusto, lapping up her sweet nectar. The lewd sounds of his slurping away at her cunt fill the air for several minutes as Percy goes as wild as he can on this self-imposed task.

All of a sudden, Athena throws her head back against the tree with a loud moan, as she climaxes hard on his tongue, her thighs clamping down around his head for a moment. Her juices flood Percy’s mouth as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her trembling body.

Then, she rips him away from her crotch. Not hard enough to tear hair out of his scalp or anything, but certainly with a firmness that brooks no disobedience or argument. Pulled back, Percy looks up to see a sight that is as terrifying as it is arousing. Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Warfare, is a panting red-faced mess, her eyes glazed over with lust and need as she stares at him with intense want pouring out of every pore of her body.

“That was… incredible, Perseus. But I need more. I need you inside of me, now!”

Swallowing down the last of her juices, Percy rises to his feet as Athena lets go of his hair. He shouldn’t, probably. And yet… with a sigh, Percy pulls out his throbbing erection. He’s rarely been so turned on in his life as this moment. Still, he pauses all the same and studies Athena’s flushed, aroused form.

“Are you absolutely sure this is what you want, Goddess?”

Fortunately, Athena doesn’t take the question as an insult. Her eyes continue to smolder with desire though as she runs her hands up and down her curvaceous body, cupping her heaving breasts and tweaking her rock hard stiffened nipples.

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my entire life, Perseus. I have waited for this for eons. I refuse to wait any longer.”

She spreads her thighs wider, revealing more of her dripping, virgin entrance as she seemingly turns herself on even more with her own words.

“I want to feel you stretching me open and filling me complete. I need you to claim me, body and soul… and you need to claim me too for your own purposes.”

That causes Percy to falter for a moment, blinking in confusion.

“My… own purposes?”

Athena smirks at him then.

“There are forces arrayed against you, Perseus Jackson. You will need allies. Divine Allies at that. Claim me. Take my virginity and tie us together forevermore. Make me squeal your name as you deflower me, and you shall have the Goddess of Wisdom on your side for the battles to come!”

Well… fuck. That was suitably ominous. And yet, it was hard to think about what Athena was talking about when she finishes off her words by arching her back and presenting herself fully to him, her body quivering in anticipation. Her pussy is positively gushing now along with twitching in need. It’s obvious that every fiber of her being is eager to finally be penetrated for the first time.

… He’d figure out what she was talking about later. Stepping forward, Percy grabs Athena by the hips… and without further ado, lines up and thrusts into the Goddess of Wisdom. He takes her virginity right then and there, claiming her for himself against the tree in the woods there on the edge of Camp Half-Blood’s borders.

Athena lets out a sharp cry as he plunges his thick cock deep into her untouched core. Her inner walls tightly clench down around his shaft too, drawing him ever further in.

“B-By the Styx, you’re splitting me open! Don’t stop, Perseus! You cannot afford to show weakness! Claim me! Conquer me!”

Athena’s nails dig into his shoulders and her legs suddenly come up off the ground, wrapping around his waist. Suddenly, it’s just him and the tree holding the Goddess up as she locks him in place. Her hips buck to meet his thrusts, her pussy walls flexing around his cock. Her ample breasts bounce with each rough slam of his shaft into her depths, slowly drawing Percy’s attention.

“Yes! Yes, yes, YES! Ruin me, Perseus! Make certain that I am yours, only yours!”

The Goddess throws her head back again, surrendering fully to the pleasure. Her pussy walls grip him like a vice, milking his shaft for all it’s worth. But Percy isn’t going to cum any time soon.

Instead, as he fucks her, he leans down and attacks her tits, starting off just sucking at them but soon nibbling and biting them while he continues to pound into her divine cunt with all his might.

Athena moans all the louder as he attacks her sensitive breasts, his teeth and tongue clearly sending jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core.

Her pussy walls clench rhythmically around his pistoning prick too, and Percy loses track of how many times she cums for him. Slick juices coat not just his shaft, but also his balls too, even as Percy loses himself in pounding Athena silly up against the tree. Flesh slapping against flesh, ground-shaking slamming, and tree-trunk crunching noises fill the clearing until finally, Athena makes eye contact with him, her lips quivering and trembling from sensation.

“I can feel you throbbing inside of me, Perseus. You’re going to fill me with your seed, aren’t you? D-Do it… paint my womb with your cum!”

Her expression one of pure, wanton lust, Athena’s words and actions once again brook no argument. He couldn’t pull out of her if he wanted to. With a grunt, Percy tips over the edge as Athena cries out. The moment his seed spills inside of her, her pussy spasms and seizes up around his cock, her own explosive orgasm only serving to milk him further of his substantial release.

It feels like he cums for an eternity, but finally… it’s done. Athena’s grip on him loosens and Percy is able to pull back, even as she leans back against the tree to catch her breath. He wouldn’t expect a deity to be so exhausted after just one round, but he doesn’t think she’s putting on an act either.

When she sees him studying her in confusion after a moment, Athena chuckles tiredly.

“You’re surprised by how spent I am, aren’t you Perseus? It’s simple really... we didn’t just fuck. You just altered a substantial part of me with your actions. You have cemented a place in my myth, in my legend… as the man who conquered and deflowered me, a virgin goddess.”

Oh.

“I am exhausted and tired now because the very core of my being has been changed. I am no longer a Maiden Goddess. I can no longer count myself among their numbers. It will take some time for me to… adjust. But first…”

Percy stiffens as Athena holds out her hand and something washes over him. His eyes widen, even as she smirks wickedly.

“My Blessing as promised… as well as more. After all, a conquering king is entitled to spoils of war, is he not? Your strategy was superior. Your conquest complete. As such… my blessing in battle is yours to give to whoever you deem worthy of it.”

Wait… seriously? Percy’s mouth opens and then closes, the shock of this encounter washing over him and leaving him… well, spent in his own way. It feels like five seconds ago he was just patrolling the area for monsters to kill when Athena showed up and all of this started. The last three hours have been a whirlwind with some serious tonal whiplash!

“I must rest, my liege. But know that you may call upon me when you need me.”

Suddenly, Athena bows to him… and then just like that she’s gone. Hold on a moment! He had questions! So many questions! For a moment, he almost calls out after her, demanding she come back. But he stops himself when he realizes… it would probably work. And that might not be a good thing, if she was as tired as she said.

Percy wasn’t tired. He felt great. Stronger than ever, in fact. Perhaps… perhaps questioning Athena further could wait until the ex-virgin MILF he’d just ‘conquered’ was in a better position. On the other hand… his curiosity was already killing him, damn it!