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After the Solstice meeting, gods kept coming over to congratulate me. Thankfully, they had reduced themselves to human size, so they didn’t accidentally trample partygoers under their feet. Hermes started chatting with me, and he was so cheerful I hated to tell him what had happened to his son, Luke, but before I could get up the courage, Hermes got a call on his caduceus and walked away.
Apollo told me I could drive his sun chariot any time, and if I ever wanted archery lessons-
“Thanks,” I told him. “But seriously, I’m no good at archery.”
“Ah, nonsense,” he said. “Target practice from the chariot as we fly over the U.S.? Best fun there is!”
I was about to make some excuses before he continued, “You saved my sister. I owe you one. Really.” I studied him. His face was the most earnest I’d ever seen it, yet he still wore a winning grin.
A cramp shot through my abdomen and an idea popped into my mind. I almost felt bad as Apollo did seem genuinely sincere, but I wasn’t naive. He had been flirting with me, and if there was one thing gods were good for…
“I really am terrible at archery. Curse of Orion, you know? Would probably constitute as a public health risk to have me shooting arrows from the sun chariot,” I explained, but quickly followed it up with, “I would love to see some of your artwork, though. I’m sure what you have in your temple would be worlds better than anything at the Met.”
Apollo tilted his head down, glasses sliding until our eyes could meet over them. His gaze was calculating and I knew he knew what I was really asking for. I watched as he checked me out and tried not to feel subconscious. It was hard. I was sweaty and dirty and pain ached through my entire body from holding up the sky.
“Whatever you want,” he said and held out his arm in offering like we were at some Victorian ball. I grabbed hold of it, admiring how hard his bicep was as Apollo steered me through the crowds, narrowly avoiding Poseidon.
We arrived at a large building reminiscent of Cabin Seven; Apollo holding open the door and gesturing me inside with a bow. I walked in and Apollo came up behind me, asking, “Are you sure-”
I spun around and grabbed hold of his chiton, pulling him towards me so I could lock our lips together. It was presumptuous to treat a god in such a way, but Apollo didn’t seem to mind. His burning hands found my hips as he kissed me back. As our tongues caressed each other, my hands traveled to his hair, appreciating its unnatural softness, but I was on my tiptoes in order to reach Apollo’s mouth; I eventually stumbled, causing me to unintentionally give a hard tug on his hair.
Our mouths broke apart and Apollo let out a loud moan. The sound echoed around the room as he eagerly grabbed my thighs, picking me up and setting me down on the altar behind me. I took the opportunity to tug my filthy shirt over my head and toss it off to the side.
Apollo slid his sunglasses off his face and tossed them in the direction I threw my shirt. The revealed eyes were glowing gold. I made to remove my bra, but Apollo’s hands were already there, undoing the clasp and sliding the straps off.
I sat there bare from the waist up, chest moving with the deep, heaving breaths I was taking. I should have been cold, but it was impossible with the heat radiating off of Apollo. Regardless, I had to resist the urge to cover myself or squirm under Apollo’s molten stare.
"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts,” he told me. I blushed and tugged him into a kiss again. We pawed at each other like we were trying to climb into each other’s skin and I broke out in goosebumps as Apollo’s searing hands cupped my small breasts, my own hands clenching the fabric at his shoulders.
Apollo bit my lip and I pulled back to let out a breathless moan, gasping for air. He took advantage of the placement of his hands to push me to lay back on the altar, trailing his hands down my body to pop the button on my jeans.
I had half a thought to warn him that I was on my period, but figured that was something the God of Knowledge or, perhaps, the God of Healing would already know. If not, well, I was known for surprising gods.
He made quick work of both my jeans and underwear both, shucking them to the floor and - sure enough - wasn’t shocked at the sight of the tampon string as I splayed my legs open for his perusal. Apollo’s eyes were still heated as he twisted the string around a finger and watched my face as he gently removed it. I twitched a bit as it pulled free and once it was out, he snapped his fingers and vanished it. He didn’t do the same for my blood and I could feel the heavy flow beginning to leak out. I wondered what he thought of a virgin spilling menstrual blood on his altar, but going by the hunger on his face as he watched it ooze out of me, I didn’t think he minded.
Apollo trailed his fingers over my folds before dipping two inside me. I gasped as he scissored me. An argument could be made that he was prepping me, but watching him study the way my blood stretched between his fingers whenever he pulled them out, it gave more of the impression that he was playing with his food.
“Pervert,” I breathed. Apollo responded with a wry grin.
After a minute, another cramp shot through me. I didn’t make a sound, but Apollo must have sensed it, pulling his fingers out of me and wiping them on his white chiton. My mouth went dry at the streaks of red that stained the cloth.
"Darling, are you ready for more?" Apollo asked, moving to hover over me. I didn’t answer with words, simply pulling him down to me and pressing our lips together again. I was quickly growing addicted to the taste of him. He smelled of sun-dried cloth with a hint of antiseptic, but his breath held no trace of anything medicinal. His clothes faded out from under my hands and I was pinned between his scalding skin and the cold stone under me.
I could feel a blunt pressure at my opening that quickly gave way around it. His cock filled me with one thrust, the blood making the glide almost too easy. I broke away to throw my head back and let out a loud moan, reflexively wrapping my legs around Apollo and clenching around his length inside me. He echoed me with his own groan. Then, I let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of his sun-god warmth filling me. It felt like a heating pad exactly where I needed it.
Apollo slowly pulled out before briskly entering me again. The smooth friction against my sensitive vaginal walls caused me to let out a whine and move my hands to his shoulders to brace myself. He slowly picked up his pace, thrusting into me again. And again. And again. I clawed at his back and let out soft moans directly into his ear.
It was almost embarrassing how quickly I was reaching my peak. When my moans begin to choke off with breathlessness, Apollo pushed himself up with one hand (I took a moment to admire the bulging muscles in his arm right in front of my face.) while his other found my clit. My muscles tightened, back bowed, and voice cut off just before I came, my body squeezing repeatedly around Apollo’s cock. If I weren’t mortal, the scratches I left on his shoulders probably would have been bleeding.
As I began to come down from my high, Apollo’s hand left me to properly brace himself as his thrusts picked up speed. The obscene sound of wet, slapping skin bounced off the temple walls, his balls smacking my ass with every shove forward. My whiny little “ah, ah, ahs” adding to the noise.
Apollo seemed to inch deeper with every thrust, to the point it was borderline painful, the way he nailed my cervix. I was just beginning to climb back up my peak when he gave a particularly harsh thrust and stopped. Inside me, I could feel him jerking and then spilling as he let out a deep groan. I unintentionally let out my own loud moan, surprised by his audacity. He didn’t ask if he could come inside me, didn’t even warn me. It should have pissed me off. Instead, I tilted my hips and tightened my legs around him, trying to get him deeper.
We lightly panted together as Apollo finished emptying inside me. He bent down to give me a filthy kiss before laying a kiss on my cheek, my neck, my chest. He worked his way down my body, his cock slowly slipping out of me as he went. Once he hit my bush, he peaked up at me with those golden eyes from underneath his leashes, winked, and tightly gripped the outside of my thighs before he gave my pussy a deep lick.
“You are such a pervert,” I repeated in wonder, bucking into his face and reaching down to thread my fingers through his hair as he ate me out.
He was… skilled. Turns out you learn a thing or two after 4,000 years and fathering countless children. I came hard, with my thighs squeezing Apollo between them and my hands tugging harshly on his curls.
As the after shocks faded, I let out a sigh of relief as the pressure in my abdomen eased and loosened my legs from around Apollo’s head, releasing his hair.
Apollo propped himself up, licking his bloody lips. They weren’t the bright red that he had smeared on his chiton earlier. The added mixture of his come had turned my menstrual blood a vivid pink. “You could have just asked me to take the pain away, you know. I am the God of Healing,” he pointed out.
“Sure,” I agreed, gaze locked on his lips. “But, this was more fun.”
Apollo gave me a wicked grin, showing off his stained teeth. He materialized a fresh tampon and gently pushed it into me. Which seemed sweet, but I got the impression that he did it more as a way to keep his come stuffed inside me than to stopper the blood leaking out. I clenched hard around it.
“Not to hit it and quit it, but your father is looking for you and it’s probably best if he doesn’t find you in here,” Apollo said, hands caressing my thighs like he didn’t quite want me to leave.
I snorted, but privately agreed, sitting up to find my clothes. Apollo’s hands fell away, then he lightly touched my arm before I could stand up and I turned to look at him. “Feel free to call on me, if you need it. I don’t really view this as repaying a favor,” he said wryly.
I gave a hesitant nod. I wasn’t sure why he was so insistent on owing me a favor. For rescuing Artemis? He gave us a ride during the quest. I would have considered us square, even if he hadn’t done so. I didn’t rescue her for him, after all.
My legs shook as I stood up and got dressed, but I resolutely did not stumble. I could feel Apollo’s gaze follow me as I left the temple, but I refused to look back.
I quickly found Poseidon. He briefly looked at me, before doing a double-take. I watched his face change from confusion, surprise, to annoyance.
“Percy, did you fuck a god?”
I blink at him in faux innocence.