A Favor Repaid Part 1 (Percy Jackson/Artemis)

Part 2 is coming within the hour, I'm just finishing it up.

“MMMMMM! AHHHHHHHH!”

Artemis’s fingers plunged through her pussy with a sound like a deer frantically drinking from a watering hole. She had fingers from both hands shoved into her cunt, moving them faster than a mortal would even be able to see. She was lying on her back in her tent, screaming her head off, totally naked. As she touched herself, feeling like her cunt was on fire, she eventually squirted all over the sheets. They were already soaked because this had happened over and over again.

Her head fell back as she lay there, naked with her crotch dripping. Her throat was hoarse. Outside the tent, scared to open the flap, she heard the voice of her new lieutenant Thalia.

“My lady?” Thalia asked. “Are you… Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Thalia,” Artemis said. “You can leave me be.”

She wasn’t fine. Not even slightly. Her body felt like it was tearing apart from the inside, and all she could think of was HIM.

In the same way that immortals weren’t allowed to interfere freely with mortals, they were also compelled to pay back their debts. When someone did a great favor for you as a god, the Fates pressured you to give them something of equal value in return. That had become a serious problem for Artemis.

She had been captured by the titan Atlas. The second strongest titan overpowered her and tricked her into taking his burden. She would have been consigned to a fate of endless torment, constantly crushed but unable to escape the weight of the sky, had it not been for Percy Jackson.

The son of Poseidon took the burden from her. Even as a mortal, he withstood it for long enough for Artemis to turn the tide of battle and trap Atlas again. In effect, he saved her from one of the worst fates an immortal could ever meet. Now, because of the ancient laws laid out for the gods, her nature itself demanded she pay him back.

But Percy was the child of the prophecy. The Fates had more than likely decreed that he would reach sixteen and become the child of the prophecy. After that, surely he wouldn’t face mortal danger often. So Artemis didn’t see how she could save his life. And even if she could, death was a kinder fate than an eternity of torment, so just keeping him from dying wouldn’t make them even!

There was only one thing she possessed that was of equivalent value to what he gave her. Artemis’s body knew that too. That’s why it was acting up like this. 

She was stubborn, though. The thought of actually following through made Artemis want to hurl herself into Tartarus out of embarrassment. She was the goddess Artemis! She could withstand a little bit of discomfort for the sake of her pride!

She was interrupted in her hyping up of herself by a return of the ache in her loins. She jammed her fingers back inside of herself, trying desperately to alleviate it. 

FOUR YEARS LATER

Life was going good for Percy Jackson. He was attending college almost like a regular kid, even if he was doing it at New Rome University. It was the best from both worlds. He got to live around the wackiness that was magic and the gods, but he didn’t have monsters constantly trying to kill him. Annabeth was away for the weekend visiting family, which meant that he had their apartment to himself. Currently he was coming back from his last class of the day, eager to relax with a nice bath.

Before that, though, there were other things in store. Like finding a goddess waiting for him.

Percy’s jaw dropped when he saw Artemis standing outside of his apartment building. More importantly, she looked TERRIBLE. She was in an older form than usual, looking about eighteen and completely through puberty for once. She had big perky breasts and a round ass, Percy able to see both of them extremely clearly through the tight dress she was wearing.

“Artemis?” he asked. “What are you doing here? You… don’t look so good.”

She spun toward him, startled by his arrival. That was strange. Usually, the goddess of the hunt had perfect senses and a constant awareness of her surroundings.

“Percy.” She looked almost scared, even though she was the one who had come and camped outside of his house. “I need to talk to you. No, I need… I need YOU!”

A bunch of vivid daydreams flashed through Percy’s head before he forced himself to calm down. Something was strange about this. He had to be reading too much into what she’d say.

Well, saying “I need you” seemed pretty straightforward, but still. There had to be SOME way he was confused. This was Artemis they were talking about, after all! You know, the immortal virgin?

“Maybe you should go back to Olympus,” Percy said, approaching slowly. “Or is Thalia around? I could call her. You don’t look alright. Is Diana acting up because you came to Rome?”

Artemis didn’t answer him. As soon as Percy got close to her she felt her mind completely stop. He looked at her with those kind, compassionate… sexy, hot, seductive green eyes and her brain just straight up stopped. When he didn’t get an answer after a while, Percy sighed. He shrugged off his coat from under his backpack, placing it over Artemis’s shoulders.

“Try to get home alright,” he said.

He walked past her into the apartment building. He didn’t understand. Artemis’s entire body demanded she submit to him. She basically told him to take her, but he still held back. She had to go after him.

Before that, however, there was the matter of his jacket. It was full of his scent, and Artemis’s strong nose, perfectly suited to tracking prey through dense forests, couldn’t help but breathe it in. She inhaled deeply, huffing Percy’s smell like a drug, and felt an explosion go off between her legs.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Artemis moaned on the street, cumming from nothing but his smell. Her legs trembled slightly, struggling to keep her up. She thought time was the answer to this problem, but staying away had only made it worse.

Over time, after their original debt, more had wracked up. Percy saved all the Olympians by protecting their thrones from Kronos. Then he saved the world a second time from Gaia. As Artemis fought against the Fates to avoid paying him back, the debt between them climbed higher. She thought she could withstand it. She was a powerful goddess, right?

Wrong. Some things were too much to overpower. Trying to hold back for so long had turned her into nothing but a nymphomaniac freak.

This had to end. She knew what she needed. On those shaky legs, which grew more confident with each step, Artemis entered the building and climbed the stairs, following Percy’s tracks to his apartment with the sixth senses of a born hunter.

INSIDE THE APARTMENT.

Percy had slung his backpack into the corner as soon as he arrived. He wasn’t sure what that had been with Artemis, or even why the goddess was there in the first place. Either way, he knew better than anyone how strong she was. If she could fight Atlas, she could get through whatever was making her look so sick. 

Meanwhile, he was tired from a full day of classes. He went into the apartment's bathroom and filled the big tub there with warm water. When it was nice and steamy, he shut the door out of habit and stripped out of his clothes. Climbing over the lip, he submerged himself must of the way underwater, sighing as he felt himself become energized. There was really nothing that revitalized him the way that contact with water did. It was like the ultimate caffeine rush with none of the pooping as a side effect.

Since Annabeth was out of town, he had the apartment to himself. There really wasn’t a reason to close the bathroom door, but he’d done it anyway just out of habit. He hoped Artemis was alright. Suddenly, there was a bang from the other side of the apartment.

Percy stiffened. Most people would have jumped out of the tub, but he was a special case. He was actually at his most dangerous here. If anyone broke in, there was nothing to stop them from getting blasted by a bunch of hot water traveling faster enough to level them. Percy sat up straight in the bath, staring at the closed door as someone came closer. He could hear the steps approaching.

Someone hit the door. Percy flinched slightly, grasping the water with his mind. They hit the door again, and again, until they broke a hole in it. Percy saw that the object being used was actually a feminine fist. He watched it make the hole bigger and bigger, then disappear. All of a sudden, Artemis’s face appeared.

“Whereeeeeee’s cock!” she moaned, looking deranged.

“Since when are you the goddess of breaking and entering?” Percy exclaimed. “A little privacy, please!”

He held back from blasting her with bathwater. He knew Artemis wasn’t really trying to hurt him, and it was better not to piss off an Olympian if you didn’t have to. Still, as he watched her reach through the broken door and unlock it, he couldn’t understand what was happening.

When Artemis came inside, she did so while stripping, shrugging his coat off of her shoulder and undoing the straps of her dress. Percy averted his eyes as more of her naked body came onto display, worried that he’d be transformed into a woodland creature or something if he looked upon her naked form.

“What’s wrong with you right now?” Percy asked.

“I thought I could ignore it,” Artemis panted. “You saved me years ago, and I didn’t pay you back properly.”

“I didn’t do it to get a favor out of you,” Percy said.

“It doesn’t matter why you did it, just that it happened,” Artemis insisted. “The Fates don’t care about intent. There is a debt between us, and they demand that I pay it. I held off… but I can’t anymore. I just can’t take it.”

Percy was still trying to look away, but there was no way to do that when she kept coming closer and now climbed INTO the tub with him.

“How are you planning to pay me back?” Percy asked, forcing himself to look Artemis only in the eyes.

“With the only thing that carries enough value,” Artemis said. “The goddess of maidenhood’s virginity is yours.” 

She dropped onto her knees in front of him, and Percy finally wasn’t able to hold back, looking at her breasts bouncing with their sharp nipples and at her pink pussy lips that were now half submerged. 

“Use me, Percy Jackson!” Artemis cried out. “I’m yours!”

Percy thought he’d done pretty well so far, but hearing that, the last of his self-control snapped. He grabbed Artemis’s head and shoved her down.

Her yelp turned into a burble as she was forced underwater. Percy willed her to stray dry as she shoved her onto his fat cock, ramming it into her mouth. He kept shoving her up and down, making her choke and gasp, which sent bubbles up to the surface of the water. Percy groaned. He had a high sex drive as a virile young man, and with Annabeth not around for the last few days, his hand hadn’t really been cutting it.

Annabeth would understand once he explained the situation. Something all demigods know is that when a god or goddess shows up and won’t take no for an answer, you should just give in. Otherwise, something much worse will be waiting for you.

Maybe Percy should have been being gentle. This was literally Artemis’s first time, after all. But she didn’t seem to have any real complaints about the way he was using her, and this was the best way to feel good from an inexperienced mouth. You didn’t have to be good at giving blowjobs when your mouth was just being used.

Artemis’s red hair floated up behind her head, spreading out. She tried to plant her hands on Percy’s hips for stability, but they slipped off because of the water. Artemis was repeatedly driven down to the base of Percy’s dick, and in terms of raw size, he’d be surprised if he was any smaller than most male gods. He was more than big enough to reshape Artemis’s pretty little throat.

Since she had been unable to hold herself up with her hands, she decided to use them in a way that they could be more effective. She fingered herself with as many fingers as she could fit into her pussy. Percy couldn’t see down there, Artemis’s body and curvy ass getting in the way, but he was pretty sure “as many as she could fit” was at least seven. Artemis started cumming, and soon it was Percy’s turn.

“Here it comes,” he warned, but Artemis couldn’t hear him, and it’s not like she could pull back when Percy’s hands were holding her down.

His cum spurted out in her throat. As he orgasmed, Percy’s concentration slipped, and Artemis’s supernatural dryness disappeared. She suddenly felt like she was actually underwater, and yanked her head up. As she panted deeply, Percy could only stare.

Artemis’s wet hair was hanging down. His cum was dripping from her lips and out of one of her nostrils. Her eyes were almost closed, and even as she kneeled there, she was still touching herself.

“Did my mouth please you, master?” she groaned.

Percy was starting to realize just how deeply this debt thing had affected her, and what it had turned her into. He wasn’t complaining. When life gives you lemons, before you can make lemonade, first you have to mash them into a pulp.

He grabbed Artemis’s wrists and pulled her past him so that she was laying on her back in the tub. He was bigger than her, and while touching water, he was much stronger too. Water surged into Artemis’s mouth, swishing through it and cleaning it out, then sloshing back into the bath. Artemis gasped for air, but only had a second to do it before Percy slid her under the water.

He placed his whole larger body on top of hers. Percy kissed her, and because he could breathe underwater, Artemis could only breathe as long as their lips were pressed together. She wrapped her arms around his back. When Percy thrusted down, her legs shot straight up in the air.

The water made him powerful and fast. His cock snapped her immortal hymen: he could hear it, and understood what it represented. He stopped for a second, coming to terms with the fact that he just claimed the eternal maiden, but Artemis wouldn’t let him rest. She wrapped her legs around his hips and moved her tongue into his mouth, using the tip of it to spell out words on the inside of his mouth.

GO FASTER.

The frenzy came back over Percy. The tub thumped beneath them as he pounded the shit out of her, stretching the pussy that no other man had ever known.

Artemis’s nails were like the claws of a wild animal as they cut his back, but the water healed those marks quickly. Artemis was still spelling words inside Percy's mouth to communicate, but now it was just the same one.

FASTER FASTER FASTER FASTER FASTER!

Percy growled as he fucked her like he was trying to shatter her hips. The sounds got even louder, and water was sent splashing over the rim of the tub. Artemis finally stopped doing words with her tongue, using it to do nothing but kiss him. Percy felt his balls tightening. Thoughts raced inside of his head.

This debt stuff seemed pretty serious. The Fates didn’t seem like they were about to let Artemis off easy. Sure he had fucked her, but Percy knew enough myths to understand that ancient Greek sensibilities were different about this kind of thing. There was putting the bread into the honeybasket, and then there was finishing the job. He was worried that if he quit halfway, this would all be for nothing.

Yeah, he was just playing it safe. That’s the only reason that he let loose and poured everything his balls had concocted all over her insides.

After his last thrust, Percy just kept his dick inside of Artemis, making sure every last sperm swam out into her womb. When he finally started to pull away, he couldn’t.

Artemis showed her divine strength by hugging him and holding him down. She kept him on top of her, underwater, just kissing. Percy was sure she was definitely just doing the same thing he had been: playing it safe.

After this, the debt would certainly have been cleared!

Whether or not they did this again, though…

Percy would have to ask Annabeth when she got back.