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WARNING: archaic views of rape, purity, etc. (Well, not really archaic unfortunately, there's still people today that think like this, but yeah you get what I mean) THERE WILL ALSO BE MERMAID/MERMAN SMUT AT THE END! Get ready for blue dick, eggs, and attempted breeding 😝

RHEA'S LIONS WERE ROARING UP a storm, Hera was inconsolable, and Aphrodite was cackling as if her favorite ship had finally gotten together after 10 seasons of non-stop edging.

"What is the meaning of this?" Rhea demanded, trying to calm her lions down and usher them to the gardens where things would be calmer. "Hera, calm down, and Aphrodite, cease the cackling! One of you girls explain yourselves already—"

"—He FINALLY did it, I can't believe it took him so long and now when Hades finds out, he's gonna—pfft—BWAHAHA!" Aphrodite threw her head back to laugh some more.

Hera threw herself into Rhea's unwaiting arms. The once grand and graceful goddess was now a blubbering mess, something Rhea hadn't seen in millions, possibly billions of years, which was very concerning. "—Mother you have to help her, you have to help her!" She wailed, fat tears rolling down her beautiful face. "He ruined her, mother, how could he do this?!"

"Hera," Rhea said firmly, holding onto her arms as she tried to calm down her uncharacteristically distraught daughter. Uppity or wild with rage were Hera's two usual moods; this, however, was not one of them, which was a concern. "Breathe, child. What are you talking about? Who ruined who?"

"Poseidon," Hera wept. "He raped Percy just hours ago! He ruined her before her own husband could deflower her!"

Rhea's ichor went cold as Aphrodite shrieked with joy in the background. No, she thought, horror seeping into her. She didn't wish to believe it. Percy had been a virgin—Artemis had confirmed it—and that virginity of hers was supposed to be taken by her lawfully wedded husband, Hades. Not by another man. Not by Poseidon.

"You lie," Rhea said shakily, practically begging for it to just be a horrible joke.

"Nope~!" Aphrodite giggled gleefully. "I sensed it the second it happened. That was when I went to Hera—"

"—I sensed it, mother," Hera wept. "I sensed a wife being taken by another man, I sensed Percy and Poseidon—" She choked on her sobs, unable to speak any further.

Rhea's face completely crumbled. Because this wasn't just infidelity—whether it was willing or not, it didn't matter. This was a wedded maiden who had been ruined before she could even be properly bedded by her husband. This was a dishonor, a defilement, a stain that the girl would be forced to wear on her body for the rest of her life...

Rhea had to press a trembling hand to her mouth to prevent any cries or screams to come forth. She couldn't believe this had happened. To her youngest granddaughter, the sweetest and most purest of her grandchildren. It wasn't supposed to be like this. At least when Hades had dragged her down to Helheim he had done it the proper way of marrying the girl first before doing anything untoward. Even Anubis—though they weren't married anymore—had done it the right way by marrying her first.

But Poseidon... that greedy, selfish son of hers! He had gone too far. Bedding her before her own husband could do it, knowing the repercussions this would have on his own daughter. Whether he had been thinking of the consequences or not, it didn't matter anymore. What was done was done, and his cruelty knew no bounds. He had dishonored his own daughter.

Hera was in hysterics and was beyond placating, and Rhea couldn't blame her. Eons ago, the now-Queen of the Gods had once been in Percy's place, raped and defiled by her brother, Zeus, before she could even be married. The mockery she would've endured—for what could be more shameful than the goddess of marriage being ruined before her own marriage could happen?—was what had pushed her to the brink. Desperate to avoid further shame, she wedded her brother before word could spread to the other gods of what had occurred.

"Who else knows about this?" Rhea asked sharply, her mind immediately going to work on how to fix this gigantic mess Poseidon had caused.

"Artemis should know," Aphrodite happily chimed in. "Poseidon did have her watch over Percy's maidenhood status after all. She most likely sensed it the second he went in, haha~!"

"Hera, go to her at once," Rhea ordered, and the goddess' sobs quieted down slightly. "Make sure she keeps quiet about this. No one is to know the truth. In fact, I want all of you to swear it now."

"I swear on the River Styx to never express the truth of Percilla's rape," Aphrodite and Hera all vowed, one more chipper than the other.

Good. That was at least one loose screw over and dealt with, but there were still many more to fix. Rhea didn't allow herself to relax just yet.

"Mother?" Hera sniffled.

"We are going to fix this," she said firmly, looking at the two goddesses. "Through a marriage between Percy and Poseidon in the Atlantean Empire down in Midgard. Only the Atlanteans are to be informed of this for now. Our coverup is that Poseidon wanted an extremely private wedding, and that's why other members of our family weren't privy to it. They wedded and consummated the marriage during their wedding night and have therefore been declared husband and wife."

"Hades will not be pleased to have to share his wife with another," Aphrodite pointed out with a raised brow.

Rhea shook her head. "He'll have to deal with it. There's no other way to explain why Percy has been deflowered by another man. We mustn't let anyone know that Percy's virginity was taken by someone who wasn't her husband. At least this way, people will believe the proper thing: that she's been taken by her husband. Even if it's a second husband, at least she won't be dishonored this way."

"What about Apollo?" Hera asked quietly. "He will know the truth if he asks about it."

"I'll deal with him when the time comes," Rhea's eyes hardened. "As for the other gods who could learn the truth, I will do what I can to make sure they keep their mouths shut."

"Now go, Hera," she ordered. "Seek out Artemis and make sure she remains silent—make her swear on the River Styx if you must. Aphrodite, you wait here. When Hera finishes her task, you two will head down to Midgard to prepare the wedding. But first... I must deal with that wretched son of mine."

All three goddesses quickly went to work on the plan. Hera flashed away to go find Artemis and order her silence, Aphrodite waited within the lavish walls of Rhea's home, and the Titaness herself went straight to her own island and summoned Poseidon to stand before her.

She did not flinch when her son's murderous eyes bore down on her.

"Mother," Poseidon glowered, his chest, arms, and back still littered with the golden scratches and claw-marks from Percy's own hands. They were still in the midst of healing, and seeing them made Rhea almost want to cry. "I do not have time—"

"—You killed my daughter," she interrupted him, heaving for air at the onslaught of emotions that struck her all at once. "...You killed my grandson... and then you go and ruin my granddaughter."

"..."

"Your own daughter!" She cried out hoarsely. "How could you do this to your own child?!"

There was not a single shred of remorse on Poseidon's perfectly cold face as he replied, "Demeter went behind my back and conspired with Hades to steal my daughter and have her marry him without seeking my permission. Whether you like it or not, her death was warranted. Zagreus' death was but a mere comeuppance, a penalty for his father's actions. As for Percilla, I can do whatever I wish with her. She is my daughter, after all."

"Do you even understand what you've done?" She hissed, stepping forward. The island shook dangerously all around them, but Poseidon remained unfazed. "The consequences you've brought on her? She is married to Hades—and your opinion on that matters not! The fact is that your daughter is married, but the consummation was incomplete. She was a virgin, and her husband was the one who was supposed to take that from her! But instead it was you! She's been tarnished! Dishonored! All by your hands! Her reputation will be ruined by what you've done!"

And there it was, the brief, minute flicker of realization that flashed in his eyes as it finally dawned on him what his actions had caused.

Rhea pressed on mercilessly, "Women and girls have a duty to keep themselves pure for their husbands, else they suffer the consequences. Do you wish for that to happen to your daughter, Poseidon? For Percilla to be scorned? To be publicly shamed? To be deemed worthless?"

"My daughter is not worthless," Poseidon said tightly, his eyes glaring at her in warning.

"She will be seen as such," Rhea glared back. "Gods and even humans will look down on her for failing to keep her purity intact for her husband. Do you understand what you've done now?! You may not care for others' opinions, but your daughter is soft and sensitive! She's only just a mere child! The hostility would break her!"

"...Percilla is well-liked amongst the gods," Poseidon said, looking like it pained him to have to admit outloud. "They would not turn their backs to her so easily."

Rhea stared him down with a bitter scoff. Despite his cold exterior, she could tell that he was grasping at straws, unwilling to accept the fact that he had harmed his own daughter's future with his actions, unable to confront the truth, yet again. Even if his words were true, even if the other gods continued to adore the girl, the fact remained that Percy was a ruined girl and they would all know it—whether they cared about it or not, everyone would still know.

Poseidon didn't understand. Neither did Zeus, or Hades, or Adamas, or any male god. They were gods. They would never understand the torment goddesses go through. They never had to worry about keeping their own purity, never had to worry about anyone looking down on them for choosing to remain single and sleep around, never had to worry about being scorned for having a string of affairs and abandoned bastards. Gods and goddesses ruled the universe, but they were not equal. Gods were the only ones who were truly ever free.

They only ever cared when it was happening to someone close to them, and Poseidon was one of the most apathetic gods out there. He had his own list of victims prior to this after all, hapless mermaids or nymphs that were taken to his bedchambers—some willing and eager, others not so much. But Percy was his daughter, and Rhea was determined to wring out every bit of care out of Poseidon's neck if she had to, to make him see and understand what he had done.

"Whether they care or not doesn't matter," Rhea's eyes glowed as she spoke. "Your daughter has been ruined, and that's all she'll ever be now if word were to ever spread. They will know. Everyone will know."

"Then I'll kill them all," Poseidon bit out, his own eyes glowing with anger at the thought of his daughter's reputation being ruined. "Anyone who learns the truth, I will kill them."

"You plan to kill every single Pantheon in existence? Foolish boy," Rhea's lips curled in disgust. "Use your head. What you need to do is make sure no one finds out. This mess you've caused must be covered up."

"...You already have a plan," Poseidon said knowingly.

"Of course I do," Rhea replied through gritted teeth. And she hated this plan, she really did. She wanted to punish Poseidon for daring to harm her granddaughter, and this plan would only reward him. She knew very well that a marriage between him and his daughter would please him greatly—it was everything he had always wanted after all—but this was the only way to save her granddaughter from humiliation.

Her face was full of pain as she forced the words out, "You and Percy must wed. We will tell everyone that you two successfully consummated the marriage afterwards, and that's why Percy's virginity is gone before her other husband, Hades, could take it."

The vile smirk that crawled over her son's face only made her more sickened.

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Percy woke up aching all over and with one goddess giggling over her and another one crying quietly. The bed was empty, her father nowhere to be found, and while that was a tiny relief, she didn't exactly feel comforted.

She blinked wearily, looking up at the grinning face of Aphrodite. She was donning a mer form, a beautiful tail full of iridescent pink scales swaying behind her.

"Goooood morning!" Aphrodite beamed beautifully. "How are you feeling today, dear? Sore, hmm?"

"What...?" She croaked, trying to push herself up with her elbows. There were two things she noticed. One, she was back in her old bedroom back in Atlantis, and two, Hera was the crying goddess.

The regal Queen of the gods looked absolutely distraught. Red-rimmed eyes, cheeks flushed with ichor, and tears streaming down her face. She reminded her of a distraught mother who had just witnessed a massacre, as if an intruder had burst into her home to slaughter all of her children before her eyes. It was nerve-wracking to see her like this, and the contrast with Aphrodite's happy demeanor only managed to bewilder her some more.

Hera let out a shuddering breath and sat down, her royal blue tail sitting plush against the soft bed. She reached out to gingerly cup Percy's face with one hand, and Percy couldn't help but think of her own mother at the sensation of Hera's gentle touch.

"We know what happened," Hera whispered.

Percy's heart nearly stopped. "What... what do you mean?"

"We know what Poseidon's done," Hera said, looking pained, her own expression mimicking Percy's. "But don't worry. We're going to fix this, alright? No one will know, you will be safe, I promise you that."

Hera breathed in again, like she was choking back a sob. She pulled Percy into her embrace, rocking her on her lap like she was comforting a scared child. "It'll be okay, it'll be okay," she said over and over again, like a broken-hearted mantra. Her hands stroked through Percy's hair, trembling slightly If they weren't already underwater, Percy would've felt tears falling to the top of her head.

Aphrodite watched it all with a growing smile. "Awww, I've never seen you soft before, my lady! How cute~"

"What is going on?" She asked, trying to pull away. Hera thankfully released her. "Why are you guys here? Why am I back on Midgard? And where's my—" She choked up before she could even say the word 'dad'.

Hera looked down, but Aphrodite was more than happy to answer all her questions.

"We're here to get you ready for your wedding of course!" She grinned. "It'll be held down here in Atlantis, that's why we took you back to Midgard. As for your dear old daddy, he's somewhere discussing things with Lady Rhea. But not to worry, they'll be here soon!"

The color drained from her face. "W-wedding? What wedding?"

"Yours and Poseidon's wedding," Hera clarified quietly. "I'm sorry, but it must be done."

She reeled back in shock. "N... no. No! You can't just—You two already forced me to marry my uncle and now—now my own dad? No, no, no—"

"You have to—"

"—You can't do this!" Percy raised her voice.

"You have no other choice!" Hera's volume matched hers. "This is different than with Hades, Percy! You are married to him, but never got to lay with him, and then you got raped by Poseidon. Your virginity should've been claimed by your husband, but it was claimed by another. Should anyone find out, you will be shamed and humiliated, dishonored and sullied for everyone to know."

"Then we don't have to tell anyone!" Percy cried out, angry, terrified, and desperate all at once.

"People will still know," Hera said firmly. "Artemis knew right away, so did Yue Lao—he was the one who bound you and Hades together and sensed an interference with the marriage bond the second you were raped. Isis has met you, she might know as well. Gods and goddesses whose domains lie on marriage and virginity could easily find out the truth. Even if they don't care, even if they side with you and sympathize with you, you will always be known as the girl who was ruined by another man. Is that what you want? Is that the sort of stain you wish to carry on your person for the rest of eternity?" She asked sharply.

Percy felt like all the air had been knocked out of her lungs. She felt like she was drowning, truly, really drowning.

If she were back home, maybe she would've had the guts to report it, to go to someone for help, because at least there she knew something would've been done to help her. She would've had a good support system too. People would've known, but they would've cared for all the right reasons and she would've gotten help.

But she was far from home now. She was surrounded by heartless, blood-thirsty gods and she didn't want to know how they would react should they learn the truth. Rape was so common here, so normal they probably wouldn't have batted a lash if they knew her own father had done the unspeakable.

She thought about what Shiva would say, or what Beelzebub or Loki, or Anubis, or Apollo, or Artemis—she thought of every god she knew and tried to imagine their reactions. Sure they might care, sure they might be full of fury, but at the end of the day, she was just another victim of the gods, another tally to add to the growing list of people who got fucked over by the divine. They'd kill a bunch of people, pat her on the head and say, 'good news! The bad guy's gone now, hope you feel better soon!', and then expect her to get over it because 'trauma' just wasn't in a god's vocabulary.

Plus, this was her father she was talking about. People hardly had much of a reaction when they learned of her forced marriage with Hades—she remembered scrolling through all the 'congratulations!' posts on Gossipmonger once she got her phone back. She wouldn't be surprised if she had a nosy nymph or two eagerly asking her what it was like to get fucked by her own dad.

Hera was right. She didn't want people to know. It wasn't that she was worried that they would sneer at her or not care, what terrified her the most was their nonchalance. The thought that they could learn of something so horrible happening to her and then treating it like it was just another bad day that she'd have to get over eventually made her want to cry. A casual disregard to the horrors she faced because rape and incest was just another check on their to-do list.

"But why?" Was the only thing she could manage to say. "Why do I have to get married to...?"

She didn't realize she was crying until Hera reached out to wipe the stray tears off her face before they could float away in the water. "Poseidon is the one who dishonored you, so it is his duty to wed you," she explained gently. "The plan is to hold a private wedding for you and Poseidon down here in Atlantis. Then comes the consummation. Once word of the marriage spreads afterwards, people will naturally assume that you lost your virginity to Poseidon during the consummation. You will have a second husband, yes, but it's better than having people assume that you were taken by another man."

"So all of this is so we can keep up appearances," she said tightly, her voice laced with bitterness. She shouldn't have been surprised. Of course they didn't care that she had been raped—it was all because she had been raped by someone who wasn't her husband, all because her virginity hadn't been taken by Hades.

"It is to save you," Hera insisted desperately. "I know what it's like. I was once in your place. Zeus had..." Her eyes had glazed over, watering slightly before she blinked any tears away. "Zeus had done a similar thing to me as well."

Percy looked down, falling silent.

Aphrodite swam forward, placing her hands on Hera's shoulders to give them a gentle squeeze. "Lady Hera, how about you make sure the final touches are complete? I'll help Percy get ready."

Hera nodded wordlessly and teleported away. Once she was done, Aphrodite turned to her with a massive beam and cheerfully clasped her hands together.

"I am SO proud of you!" She gushed. "I mean, three husbands in just a few months? Well, technically two now since your dad nullified your marriage with Anubis, but anyway! I've never been so impressed! You know, I even made a bet with Ares that Poseidon would be the one to fuck you first, so yay me! So what was it like, huh? Was he big? Did he bite? Did he do anal? Were you in mer forms?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Percy spat, looking disgusted. "First you schemed to get me married to Hades and now you're here congratulating me after my dad just... Why are you doing this to me? I don't get it. I never did anything wrong to you, I never offended you or anything."

Aphrodite blinked at her in confusion. "What are you talking about? You're making it sound like I'm bullying you or something! Percy, I like you. I've never gotten so much entertainment from a single mortal before! Why, if the competition weren't so dangerous, I would've fucked you too! Alas, for my own sake, I must sit on the sidelines, but at least I get to have fun watching!"

With an amused giggle, she plopped down on the spot where Hera once sat, her baby blue eyes roaming greedily over Percy's form. It was then that the young girl quickly realized that she was still in the aftermath of her night with Poseidon. In other words, she was completely naked. Gulping nervously, she brought up the covers to hide herself, which only made Aphrodite giggle once more.

"Oh how cute," the deadly goddess sighed dreamily. "Can I at least eat you out, sweetling? Just one little taste before I have to give you up to your father?"

"No," she snapped.

"Aww," her shoulders slumped, but thankfully she didn't make a demand. "Oh fine, fine. Look, dear, I know you think you were raped, and boohoo—"

"—Because I was!" Percy exclaimed.

Aphrodite brought a delicate hand over her mouth in a poor attempt to hide her snort. "Darling, you can't lie to me when it comes to such passions. Sure you may not have wanted it, but," she licked her lips. "You definitely liked it. It felt so good, didn't it? To finally let go of all those silly human morals and just give in to the pleasure? To let your desires take over? That was a taste of godhood, sweetheart: to do whatever you want, because you can. And you know deep down that it felt good to finally be free."

"...You call this freedom?" Percy said, her voice trembling with disgust and rage.

"Oh, I cannot wait until you become a goddess," Aphrodite let out a breathy sigh, the thought of her ascension—to see her be reborn as a goddess—becoming an arousing fantasy. "Oh! And before I forget!"

Something materialized into her hands. An ornate teacup with a sweet smelling pink liquid steaming inside.

"Here you go! To prevent any unwanted pregnancies from last night and for tonight's consummation," she winked.

Percy's eyes widened in alarm. Shit. She hadn't even thought of the fact that she most definitely would've been knocked up by her own dad once enough time had passed. Without another word, she hastily reached out for the scalding hot tea and drowned it all in one go. There was barely enough time to register the taste—something sour and sweet at the same time—before it was already gone.

"Mm, it's such a shame," Aphrodite sighed as she took back the empty teacup and vanished it away. "You and Poseidon would've made such adorable babies, but perhaps that'll be for a later date. Or maybe it'll be Hades this time? Ohhh, I sure hope your daughters will be just as fun as you!" She squealed.

Percy wasn't even pregnant, but she already felt terrified for any future daughters she could have—and hopefully never will have. The idea that any potential kids she could have, especially daughters, would go through even a fraction of what she was currently going through right now made her blood go cold because of the very real possibility that it could actually happen. Gods had no morals after all.

"Now that that's done," Aphrodite grasped her hands and eagerly yanked her out of bed, ignoring the girl's hiss of pain and nudity. "Let's get you ready for your wedding!"

Percy's legs swished unsteadily in the water, her face set into a pained grimace. She didn't know how much time had passed since... that, but so far the effects of drinking Poseidon's ichor had yet to fully fade away. She didn't feel like she was high on espresso jelly beans anymore, but that awful agony wasn't wrecking through her body right now. The only pain she felt was that terrible ache between her legs.

"Shift into your mer form," Aphrodite ordered. "Since we're down here in Atlantis, you will be wedded in your mer form, it's only fitting after all."

Begrudgingly, she shifted into her mermaid form. Her beautiful tail of iridescent blue, green, and gold scales—a perfect replica of her father's own tail—shined brightly in the water. Fortunately, the ache wasn't so bad in this form.

"Great! Now let's get to work!" Aphrodite grinned excitedly.

For the next several hours, Percy felt like a Victoria Secret supermodel backstage getting ready for the runway. A single Aphrodite worked twice as fast as a whole makeup and stylist team, her form basically a blur as she worked on every part of her. Her hair was redone multiple times despite the beautifully done hairdos and she was pretty sure she had put on over a hundred outfits at this point.

But Percy didn't mind. The longer she took, the better. Because she knew that once the wedding was over, the wedding night would commence.

"Tada!" Aphrodite exclaimed, moving back and clapping her hands in glee. She grasped Percy's shoulders and maneuvered her in front of a mirror. "Here's our blushing bride~!"

Admittedly, she had done excellent work on her. Similarly to her wedding gown she wore for her and Hades' wedding, her clothes weren't the typical all-white gown like for the average American wedding. In fact, it wasn't even a gown—the mermaid tail kinda got in the way of that.

She wore a golden scaled top that matched the golden scales of her tail. Latched to the golden choker her father gave her was a jeweled chain that acted as shoulder jewelry. More jewelry adorned her; a body chain made of pearls, blue diamonds, gold, and blue crystals flowed down the center of her torso before tastefully wrapping around her tail. Draped around her was a long semi-transparent aquamarine shawl that was bordered with pale gold silk and decorated with golden flowers. Layered over it was another smaller shawl made of bright orange, dark violet, and deep blue. 

"And the final touches," Aphrodite grinned widely, delicately holding a royal blue pillow that gently cradled a beautiful crown.

She readjusted Percy's hair, letting the black waves cascade down her back and shoulders before carefully setting the crown atop her head. It was just as breathtaking as everything else. Made of glimmering gold and adorned with golden seashells, pearls, and precious diamonds. Two chains draped over her head while a golden halo of seashells and diamonds flared behind her. 

"Isn't she just lovely?" Aphrodite asked someone behind her, and Percy abruptly realized that Rhea was now in the bedroom.

"Thank you, Aphrodite. Please join Hera, I'll take care of things from here on," came Rhea's response. She sounded tired and resigned.

Aphrodite hummed in response and in a cloud of pink, teleported away, but not after sending a playful wink Percy's way.

Percy turned around to face Rhea. She had a colorful tail of orange, blue, red, yellow and green scales with matching ear fins. Despite this being a wedding day, the Titaness looked as if she was attending a funeral. Her expression was downhearted and somber.

There was a heavy silence between them.

"I don't want to marry anyone," Percy spoke up first. "I never wanted to marry Hades, and I definitely don't want to marry my own dad."

"I know," Rhea said softly. "Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do about your marriage with Hades. Yue Lao's red cords are eternally binding—not even his death will break them. As for your father, this is for your own good—"

"—But why—"

"—It is to protect you," Rhea said firmly, before closing her eyes and sighing to calm herself down. "You... you are so painfully young... I am truly sorry that this had to happen to you. You have no mother, so I should've been the one to prepare you on how things work for goddesses like us..."

"I'm not a goddess," Percy reminded her sharply.

"Not yet," she replied placatingly, as if her words were meant to comfort her but all it did was send a shiver down her spine. She leaned in to press a kiss on her granddaughter's forehead. There was a sad smile on her lips when she pulled away. "Hera and Aphrodite are the ones who informed me of what has transpired between you and Poseidon. It was my idea to have you two wed. I know you are upset by this, and I know you don't quite understand why this must be done, but I promise you... All of this is to protect you."

"...My dad hurt me last night," she tried to tell her, hoping that maybe she would see reason.

But Rhea's sad smile never wavered. "Everything will be okay, Percy, I promise you. You just need to make it through the wedding night, and no one will ever know of the truth. I'll make sure of it."

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The wedding was a blur for Percy—and not in a good way. She could barely register what was going on and briefly wondered if she was going through some sort of 'out of body' experience because everything felt so surreal. She was vaguely aware that she was underneath some stone altar beside her father with what seemed to be the entirety of the Atlantean Empire below them, watching adoringly as their princess and Emperor married together.

Or... Empress now, she supposed, having a blurry memory of a coronation. Good gods. Queen of Helheim and now Empress of the Atlantean Empire. Or was she still a Princess since she was also his daughter? She didn't know anymore. She wanted to vomit.

While she felt as if her life was crumbling apart before her eyes, Poseidon felt like he was on top of the world—and being a god, he technically already was. He had gotten exactly what he wanted: his daughter. The only downside was that Hades was technically still her first husband, but he was the one who claimed her virginity first, he was the one with a proper wedding, and he was the one who would get to keep her with him. Hades may have been her first husband, but it was his palace she lived in.

As the wedding started to wrap up and cheers and cries of joy echoed amongst his people, Poseidon spared a glance over at the group of goddesses who stood at the front rows. He had been contemplating on killing Hera and Aphrodite for plotting to give his Percy away to Hades, but they had redeemed themselves for doing this—and that was the only reason he would spare them. As for Rhea, well, his mother wasn't happy but as long as she stayed out of his way, then he was fine with whatever fits she wanted to throw.

His daughter was his and that was all that mattered.

Once the wedding ended, Poseidon didn't hesitate to whisk his first and last wife into his arms and teleport them straight back to his—their palace back on Valhalla.

"Isn't this nice?" He purred, nipping at her sweet neck and relishing in the way she shivered against him. He then gently pushed her back down on their bed before getting atop of her—a position that he was greatly beginning to favor.

He grabbed her by the jaw, careful of his sharp claws, and kissed her roughly, his tongue forcing its way inside her mouth. He prodded one of her fangs, letting it pierce his tongue and draw his ichor. Almost immediately his once unresponsive daughter was set ablaze, kissing him back with equal fervor as eagerly drank his ichor.

"Mmm, that's better," he crooned when they parted, his ichor dripping past his lips and creating a small gold cloud in the water between them.

He peered down adoringly at his daughter. Her green eyes seemed to glow, her pupils appearing almost thinner and more slit-like. He always found her sirenic features—features that were a more feminine replica of his own—beyond just perfection and divinity. Seeing her like this was addicting, empowering.

He felt her clawed, webbed hands grasp the sides of his face before yanking him down, their lips crashing against one another. He groaned excitedly as her fangs dug into his lower lip, licking up some more of his spilled ichor. She seemed to be addicted to his ichor, drinking it up ravenously like a newborn mer who had just experienced their first taste of flesh. He wondered if it was because of the healing it provided or if he just tasted that good to her, but he didn't care either way.

He kissed her back just as hungrily. He kept purposely scraping his tongue against her fangs, drawing more of his blood. More, he thought. More, more, more. Drink more. Once he felt her body start to heat up, he pulled away and grabbed her wrists with one hand when she hissed in anger at the loss, fangs bared and looking very much like a true predator of the sea.

"Now, now," he smirked, using his free hand to stroke her face, his thumb rubbing her lower lip. "You've had your fill, wife. Behave yourself. It is my turn to indulge in you."

He pulled away from her lips, his hand roaming her curves possessively, fingers digging into her soft flesh. He stopped at her chest, squeezing and groping her through her golden top.

"Do you know how long I've been wanting this?" He asked, but Percy could hardly respond, eyes shut in pleasure when he began rubbing at her one of her nipples through her top. "I've spent the past year trying to mold you to learn your proper place, only for a piece of vermin and mongrel to snatch you up first. To force your hand in marriage. But despite that, they were never able to truly claim you, hmm?"

"Ah—!" She let out a choked cry when he started teasing her nipple, pulling and gently twisting the sensitive nub.

"Such a good girl you've been, keeping yourself sweet and pure for your father," he cooed appreciatively. With a flick of his claws, her golden top was sliced in half. Her tattered top and the layered shawl quickly turned into seafoam that floated away, leaving her now fully bared underneath him.

He leaned down and started sucking at one of her now-sensitive nubs as she writhed and panted beneath him.

"I had originally planned on making you my wife once I was done training you, however slow the progress may be. But you were worth it, my pearl. You have always been worth it. But alas, I was too greedy and impatient last night—you were just too irresistible. I claimed you too early, but it seems such recklessness went in my favor after all."

He started rubbing his tail against hers, their scales sliding up and down against one another.

"My mother and those meddlesome goddesses have proved themselves to be quite useful when they're using their heads for once," he scoffed in amusement before rolling his tongue around one of her breasts and pinching the other. "A wedding to link us together—planned all by my mother to hide what transpired last night. Our very own little secret. Isn't that exciting, wife?"

"I never wanted to marry you," Percy finally spoke, her face flushed with pleasure despite her words.

He let out a short laugh as one of his hands traveled slowly from her breasts, down her stomach and trailing over the sensitive area where the scales of her tail met her skin.

"What a funny thing to say," he mused, continuing to rub the area. "Considering your passionate proclamations last night."

He lowered his hand once more, teasingly prodding the area where her slit was hidden. "Ah, come now, daughter. You know you love this. My fingers on your needy little slit and making you wet yourself like a good girl. You cannot hide how much you want this, especially not after you cried so sweetly about how much you loved me."

"S-stop it already!" She demanded, face flushed with lust and humiliation. "I'm still sore... it still hurts down there!"

"Hah," he drawled in amusement, rubbing faster. "Good girls don't lie. I fed you my ichor to heal you solely so the two of us could enjoy our wedding night. Now, don't cum just yet, alright? Think you can do that for daddy? It'd be a shame if you ruined our fun so soon."

He pulled his fingers away, scooting back on the bed and leaning down until his head was hovering just inches over the front of her tail. His clawed hands grabbed her by the hips, pinning her down.

"What are you doing?" She sucked in a breath, heart racing beneath her chest.

"Isn't it obvious? I am about to indulge in the most heavenly treat life has to offer: your sweet cunt," he licked his lips, his fangs shrinking and flattening out.

His head dove down and as soon as his mouth made contact with the slick folds at the front of Percy's tail, she felt an intense jolt of pleasure that shot through every inch of her body. His tongue delved in deep, lapping up her juices as he explored every crevice of her hole.

Soon enough the bedroom was full of noises of Poseidon's oral assault accompanied by his wife's high-pitched whines and gasps. Poseidon's fingers dug into her hips, holding her still as he feasted on her desperately.

Percy's eyes were rolling to the back of her skull. She had never been eaten out before, but was her body supposed to feel this sensitive? She didn't know if it was the ichor she drank that seemed to enhance her senses, but being eaten out in her mer form felt way too good—a fact that she hated to admit.

Her hand reached out and grasped his wavy blonde locks. A part of her wanted to push him away from her, but then suddenly his tongue started swirling around a particular part inside her hole.

"Oh—!" She gasped, head thrown back against the pillow. "Ahhhnnggg... d-daddy, oh gods..." Her hips bucked involuntarily against his face, which only seemed to egg him on.

Poseidon chuckled in-between licks. He could feel her grabbing his hand, tugging at his hair only to ultimately end up pressing him further against her hole. The sweet thing was trying so hard to fight back. It was adorable.

"Daddy—!" She suddenly let out a choked gasp, her whole body trembling, soon to come undone at any moment now. "Daddy, daddy—!" She mewled, letting out a cry as her back arched. An intense wave of pleasure crashed over her, her vision blurring at the edges. Her mind went blank, consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her sensitive body. She hadn't realized she had come until moments later when the sound of her father's greedy slurping registered in her ear fins.

Poseidon's tongue worked diligently to lap up every drop of her release, not wanting to miss a single thing. He suckled at her spasming walls, moaning at the taste of her cum.

"What a heavenly nectar," he murmured against her flesh, his eyes glowing as he looked up at her. He licked at the corner of his lips, looking at her lecherously. "I could feast on this perfect cunt all day." He said, smug and satisfied.

He gently ran his thumb over the small mound, her tail twitching at his touch.

"So responsive, so beautiful when you're broken open for me," he praised, his voice low and husky with a lust. "My dear daughter, deny it all you want, but I felt you clench around my tongue, desperate for more. Worry not, daddy will give you everything you need."

He sat up, straightening his back as he loomed over her with a triumphant glint in his smoldering blue eyes. When Percy looked down, she spotted his cock sticking out from the front of his tail. It didn't look anything like from last night; in his mer form his cock was blue, matching the color of his tail. It was ribbed and shaped more like a thick, blue, fleshy tentacle. Seeing it made her dig her claws into the bedsheets.

"Ah, this will be our first time in these forms, hmm?" He said knowingly. "I'm sure you'll find mating as a mer far more pleasurable compared to mating in our original forms," he murmured, leaning down to press hot kisses along her jawline. "It's far easier for me to give you eggs this way after all."

Percy felt like ice cold water had been washed over her. Eggs. All lessons of mer sexual reproduction immediately flooded her mind. Typically (because it was different for every mer type), after a merman releases into a mermaid, fertilization happens and eggs begin to form inside the womb.

Eggs. Plural. Fish could lay hundreds to thousands of eggs. Mers were no different.

Oh no. Ohhhh nooo.

She swallowed thickly, her throat suddenly feeling dry all of a sudden. "H... hold on. Wait, this is too soon—"

"—Too soon?" His eyes shined with dark mirth. "You are so adorably naive, my Percilla. This is our wedding night, our consummation. The sole purpose of this night is to join our love together and mate. This is the perfect time for us to start having children of our own. The only thing really getting in the way is that confounded half-human state of yours. I wonder if you could still take my seed..."

Percy stiffened at the mention of that. Humans in this universe couldn't carry a god's child, but the humans in her universe can, and she had no doubt that her father would succeed in getting what he wanted.

But there was still Aphrodite's tea. The goddess had mentioned that it would prevent pregnancy from last night's events and today's. She had to trust in her that it would work.

His voice drops to a low, seductive purr as he leaned in closer, their lips brushing. "But that matters little to me. We were made for each other, daughter. A natural match in every way. Your humanity is only temporary after all. And once you finally ascend, once you finally carry our perfect children, I have complete faith that motherhood will come naturally to you too. And who knows, you might even become the next goddess of motherhood. Now..."

He trailed off, grabbing the base of his cock and guiding into her hole. She shuddered, feeling the soft squish as it pressed against her opening before slowly sliding in.

"Nngh... ghua..." She whimpered, panting slightly as he forced his way in. She couldn't hold herself up anymore, her arms falling limp at her sides as she fell back onto the pillow. She could feel him stretching her out, feel the ribbed texture rubbing deliciously against her walls.

"Ahh~" He sighed in rapture. "You fit me as perfectly as ever." He moaned as he plunged inch by inch into her tight passage, gritting his teeth at the wonderful sensation.

His hips smacked harshly against her own as his cock slammed in faster into her yielding slit. She could feel thick spurts of his precum paint her innermost depths as the seabed started to tremble powerfully just like what had happened last time. She released the tattered bedsheets from her iron grip, choosing to grab ahold of her father's strong shoulders instead as he rutted against her, the room rocking alongside his frantic movements.

"Oh gods, oh fuck...!" She cried out, her vision tumbling in and out of clarity as she was stretched to the brim by his girthy cock. "Daddy, please—!" She choked out, tears spilling down her face as he pounded into her faster, the wet squelching sounds of his cock churning up her juices filling the room. Every time he drove into her, the palace seemed to shake even harder.

"You're almost there, my pearl," he grunted, peppering her neck with kisses and nibbles. "Such a good wife and daughter, you know your place now, don't you?"

She could barely respond, each powerful thrust feeling as if it were punching the air out of her lungs, leaving her gasping and squealing with every hit. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his brawny back, her claws digging into his divine flesh and leaving a cloud of gold water to form behind him.

He moaned at the delicious sting of her claws, rutting into her faster. Her little hole started to squeeze around him some more, her body trembling against his hands. He knew what this meant. "You're going to come aren't you?"

"Yes, yes!" She nodded frantically, eyes glazed over. Her tail flexed and thrashed underneath his, spasming as she neared her release.

"Good girl," he murmured, reaching down to rub the sensitive scales near her slit, determined to wring out an orgasm before his own release.

Percy's eyes rolled to the back of her head, her whole body becoming overstimulated from her father's brutal fucking and rubbing. At last, she was pushed to the edge, her body trembling uncontrollably from the merciless stimulation. A shockwave struck her core, making her cunt clench and spasm around his pistoning cock.

"AHHHNNNNGH!" She screamed, her back arching off the bed as a violent orgasm burst out of her. Her hole convulsed wildly, milking his cock as he continued to relentlessly fuck her through her climax.

"There you go," he growled victoriously, his eyes greedily taking in the expression of pleasure and pain in his daughter's perfect face. "Look at you, so beautiful as you come all around me. That's a good girl. Now keep milking me, darling. I'll fill up your greedy little womb soon."

He leaned down to suckle at her nipples, fantasizing about them swelling with milk for their future children. Just the thought of his wife carrying their children made his hips jerk erratically, his release now approaching even quicker from his own desires.

"Shit—! Take it," he snarled, and with one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, pumping jet after jet of hot cum deep into her clenching slit. She squealed beneath him, moaning as she felt his cock throb and pulsate as he unloaded.

In a brief moment of clarity, she prayed and prayed that Aphrodite's tea would work.

Poseidon panted heavily, still buried deep within her. He was more than ready for another round, and then another, and another, and another—hell, he was a god, he could keep at it for eternity if he wanted, but his poor daughter was all tuckered out now and he loved her too much to fuck her to the brink, however tempting that may be.

He gently stroked her hair, trying to soothe her as she whimpered and shook beneath him. "There, there, you did very well, my love," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her flushed cheek and forehead.

Reluctantly, he slowly withdrew his cock, tucking it back into his slit. His hand carefully caressed her own abused slit, drawing soft whimpers from her. "Such a pretty mess you made for me, Percilla," he crooned, laying down beside her and bringing her into his arms. "Let's hope you were able to take my seed, hmm?"

Please, she continued to think, replaying the moment she drank that tea as sleep slowly started to creep onto her. Please, please work. 

— author's note —

So the whole Zeus raping Hera is a part of the myths (though I believe it's just one of the versions???). Anyway, in the myth, Zeus turned himself into a cuckoo bird during one of his storms. While flying around, he found Hera and cuddled on her lap (as a bird). Hera pitied the bird cuz it was storming and all and tried to keep it warm, and that was when Zeus shifted back and raped her.

Also! I read your answers about my cannibalism question and a majority said that blood-drinking is NOT cannibalism! It's flesh-eating only! Which means I can either go the easy route and go back to my "act 2" chapter and remove the 'cannibalism' warning orrrr make it come true!

And I have decided to make it come true!!! LMAO. So yes, expect some flesh eating from Percy in later chapters hehehe 👹 I want to make a TRUE mermaid/siren outta her and blood-drinking isn't enough! I WILL MAKE HER CRAVE FLESH 🥰🥰🥰

Memes from sharii117:

uwu Percy downplaying her dying fanart by idkwhattonamemyself-00:

Poseidon parallelism between the meatball on titties scene and the coughing blood scene 😭: