IM BACK FROM MY GAME BREAK!!! 😌

It was fun. FF7 Rebirth is as perfect as I expected it to be (I haven't finished it so no spoilers pls!!!!) and HSR is fun as always. I'm currently awaiting the release of Wuthering Waves because Jiyan and Scar are really making me go 🥴💦

But anyways, THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME 🥺 ENJOY THE CHAPTER!

WARNING: some smut, hehe 😘 it's nothing serious, really. Just a certain yan getting too imaginative and handsy

ONE MORNING, PERCY WOKE UP to see her father's face just several inches away from hers.

The first time it had happened, it startled her so badly that she nearly launched herself out of bed. But now, she had grown used to the fact that her father liked to watch her sleep. Sure it was a bit... weird, but whatever, you know?

But there was something off about it this time. His stare seemed... different. It was his eyes. His gaze was intense, practically piercing through her soul as if he could see everything she was made of. It made her head feel funny and her face grow hot, so she pried her eyes away and sat up.

"Morning," she mumbled, yawning a bit.

She could hear him sit up. She stiffened when she felt his weight on top of her body, followed by his arms practically caging her against him.

"No good morning kiss?" He hummed, a teasing lilt hidden beneath his usually apathetic tone.

She gulped inaudibly and craned her neck to kiss him on the cheek. Then, she hastily tried to pry his arms away from her so she could get off the bed, only for him to hold tight.

"I was hoping you would kiss me elsewhere," he murmured, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and to her shoulders. She sucked in a sharp breath; for every piece of her skin his lips would touch, goosebumps would rise up. She could feel a shiver roll up her spine.

Warning bells were going off in her head.

Lately her father had been growing increasingly affectionate for her—but not in the normal way, not in the right way. She may not have had a proper father figure growing up, but she knew what parental love was supposed to look like.

At first, the kisses and lingering touches earlier on were perfectly fine with her. She relished in them and greedily sought out more, wanting his love and acceptance to never end. But soon things started to change. The way he kissed and touched her was different now. It was all... wrong.

She tried her best to push the thoughts to the back of her head as it started to become a daily occurrence, but now it was getting harder and harder for her to ignore them.

She stayed still, eyes shut as she let him continue to do whatever he wanted. She tried her best to pretend this wasn't happening, that her father was just giving her a friendly hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek—that he wasn't practically trying to give her a hickey on the neck while his hands inched towards her chest.

She grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Daddy, I wanna get breakfast," she said, trying to sound normal.

He let out a hum of displeasure but finally released her.

She tried not to let out a sigh of relief as she practically fled her bed.

Once she was done freshening up for the morning, she went straight to the Great Hall. Today was Monday, so Beelzebub was supposed to be here.

The second they met eyes, her whole body went lax. It was easier to pretend that her father wasn't... the way he was towards her when Beelzebub was around to keep her distracted. She could just do her usual thing of hiding out in the library with him for the whole week pretending everything was fine until the weekend came.

She shot him a bright grin which he returned with a blank nod.

Breakfast was an ordinary ordeal, to her relief. She was just glad that her father didn't try to pull her onto his lap again with Beelzebub around (the last time had been embarrassing). She was in the middle of finishing her orange juice when Poseidon told her something important.

"Your birthday is coming up in two months," he began.

She furrowed her brows. "Huh?"

He stared at her with a raised brow. "Your birthday. December 13."

It took her a while to realize he was talking about the date she first arrived here and not the date of her actual birth. "O-oh!" She forced a grin, trying to ignore Beelzebub's scolding stare that she could practically feel on her back. "Right! My first birthday! How exciting!"

If Beelzebub wasn't in the room with them right now, he probably would've facepalmed at her terrible acting.

"I have decided to have your debutante ball on the day of your birth," Poseidon went on. "A debutante ball is the most important day of a young godling's life, a way to formally introduce them into divine society. Every major god will be there to attend."

Her smile became a lot more strained. "Gee, sounds fun."

"However, a debutante ball is usually shared with other young goddesses or higher ranked immortals who are also looking to make a formal entrance." His face darkened. "I refuse to have you share your party with other lowlives."

She swallowed thickly as the water in the room became several degrees colder. "Uh, well, I don't actually mind so—"

"—You needn't be so kind, daughter," he assured her, which wasn't actually necessary because she truly didn't mind sharing. "The presence of those other girls would only ruin what is supposed to be your perfect day. I have taken care of everything. It is why you'll be having your debutante ball on your birthday as well. I've turned it into a hybrid event—to celebrate your formal entrance into society and to celebrate your first birthday. None of those other trash share your birthday, so they'll have to set their debutante to a different date."

Those poor girls, she inwardly winced, but on the outside, she was beaming, "Aww, thanks, daddy! You're the best!"

He didn't show it, but he was practically radiating with smugness at her praise.

"The ball will be hosted at Valhalla, so when November comes we will temporarily move there." He said.

She blinked. "Are we gonna stay at Uncle Zeus' palace?"

He scowled, "Absolutely not. There's not a sanitary spot in that shithole he calls a home. We shall be staying in my old palace back from when I used to live in Valhalla."

She nodded along, remembering that Poseidon hadn't always lived down here in Midgard. Once upon a time, he resided in Valhalla for millions, maybe billions of years until humans were created and he realized how disrespectful they were towards the Midgardian seas. Then he moved down here to 'keep them in check' (ie. terrorize them into staying away from his territory).

"Is there anything you want for your birthday?" Poseidon asked her.

Percy perked up... but then deflated when she realized how unlikely it'd be that he'd grant her what she wanted. The first thing to come to her mind was a trip to New York—she hadn't been there since her first trip with Beelzebub because they couldn't risk her father getting suspicious of his frequent visits—but there was absolutely no way her father would ever allow that.

As if reading her mind, he drawled out, "I noticed that you've taken an interest in that city over in the States. New York City, was it?"

She immediately tensed up at the mention of her home city and she was pretty sure Beelzebub was in the same predicament. Were they caught? Did he find out?

Thankfully, that wasn't it, but the next words that came out of his mouth still filled her with dread:

"While I don't understand your fascination with such a filthy place, I will gift the city of New York to you. I shall sink it and we shall watch the humans drown amongst the disease-ridden rats that live alongside them—"

Percy burst out of her chair, horror written all over her face, "—No! You can't do that!"

There was a long silence that followed after.

Behind her, Beelzebub's fingers twitched. He watched Poseidon's face cautiously, waiting for the moment he would have to grab Percy and teleport them out of here to save her from her father's wrath.

But to his surprise, the wrath never came.

Poseidon merely tilted his head and asked her, "Oh? And why is that?"

Percy struggled to form words. "I... I don't want that as a present," she said, hoping that the tremble in her voice wasn't obvious. "You don't need to give me a present, daddy. I'm happy with everything I have now."

And that was true. She had everything she could ever want and more in this universe, and Poseidon had even gone beyond that (if she ignored the weird moments that occurred between them, of course...). Aside from privacy and some basic freedom, he had given her whatever she wanted and she truly was grateful for it.

After several more seconds of silence, Poseidon let out a sigh. "You are too modest, daughter. It ails me to give you nothing, so I will find something that you will like and present it to you on your birthday."

"As long as it doesn't involve mass homicide, I'm sure I'll love whatever you give me," she assured.

The corners of his lips lifted up; she hoped it was a happy smile and not a 'muahaha, I'm gonna kill a bunch of humans and you can't stop me!' kind of smile.

He rose to his fins and swam over to her. "Your lessons are about to begin, so I shall see you in a few hours." He kissed her on the crown of her head before swimming away.

She and Beelzebub finally let their shoulders relax.

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At the beginning of November, they finally moved to their temporary palace in Valhalla.

It was located in Olympus, which was no surprise to Percy. They teleported directly to a shore. Despite there being no humans in Olympus, the shore was completely empty. She expected to see some nature spirits mingling around or even some gods taking a dip, but there were none. It seemed like hanging out at the beach was completely forbidden everywhere, which was kinda sad in Percy's opinion. She loved beach parties and it was a shame that the people in this universe could never experience it.

(At least... those in Midgar and Olympus couldn't. She liked to think the sea gods from other pantheons were more generous.)

Rather than going under the water, Poseidon kept his feet planted in the sand and just... stood there. Percy glanced up at him and was about to ask if they were waiting for something, but then the ground started to shake violently.

"Whoa!" It got so bad that she had to cling onto her father to stay on her feet. To her envy, Poseidon stayed perfectly still as if the violent earthquake didn't affect him at all.

The earthquake kept going and going and Percy was beginning to wonder if someone pissed him off, but then she saw something out in the distance. Hundreds of meters away from them, she saw something poking out of the sea. Then it grew larger and larger... and soon enough, a whole palace was rising from the waters. Once the whole building was out, the quaking finally stopped.

Percy's jaw dropped.

But apparently her father wasn't finished. The water separating them from the palace solidified, turning into a makeshift bridge so anyone could walk across it to reach the palace.

"There," Poseidon said. "I understand it's a bit... smaller than what you're used to, but I'll have some servants make the necessary adjustments. I hope you don't mind, daughter, but your party shall be on land. As much as I prefer to stay underwater, multiple gods will come to attend and I'd rather not have their filth taint our seas."

"Uh... okay," she said dumbly. She was still flabbergasted by what she just witnessed.

He smirked, finding her expression rather cute. Then, he took her hand and teleported themselves directly inside the palace.

Poseidon proceeded to give her a tour of her temporary home. Percy had flashbacks to when she first arrived in this universe and Poseidon took her to his palace down in Atlantis, but he hadn't bothered to give her a tour at that time.

Now, he was personally showing her around.

Percy marveled at the place. He kept calling it small, but she—who spent her entire life living in a tiny New York apartment—could hardly tell the difference. To her, a palace was a palace.

"And this is the ballroom," he led her through a pair of double doors.

The ballroom was massive and could probably fit over a hundred people while still providing enough space for them to move around. It was two floors tall with large greek columns stationed underneath the second floor interior balcony that overlooked the bottom floor. There were large blue and gold chandeliers on the ceiling that were almost blinding to look at. Over at the other side of the room was a large staircase that led to the second floor.

When she stepped in, she never would've assumed that the palace had been abandoned because the floors were so shiny that she could clearly see her reflection looking back at her.

"This is where your debutante will be held," Poseidon told her. "I'll put a higher platform over there," he pointed to one end of the room. "And have new thrones built for us. And over here," he pointed to the center of the ballroom. "Is where you will have your First Dance."

She whipped her head to him so fast she nearly snapped her own neck. "My first what now?"

"Your First Dance," he repeated, but didn't bother to clarify. "Speaking of that, Proteus will begin with your dance lessons tomorrow."

"W-wait, hold on," her eyes grew wide. "I gotta dance? Like, the fancy ballroom dancing kind of thing?"

"Of course," he blinked. "You did not know that?"

"Um, no?" She paled.

If it was just the fun kind of dancing and jumping around you would expect at wild parties hosted by teenagers, then yeah maybe she wouldn't have a problem, but the kind of fancy ballroom dancing that was close-up and personal with your partner while a whole audience watched you? No thanks. Knowing her luck, she'd embarrass herself and whoever was unfortunate enough to get paired with her.

The next day, not only were her dance lessons going to start, but big changes had been made to the palace.

As she walked to the ballroom for her first day of lessons, she noticed immediately that her father made good on his promise to make the palace larger. The walls were wider and longer, rooms were bigger, and she was pretty sure more floors were added.

Even the ballroom was given a massive upgrade. When she walked in, it was ten times bigger than before and even cleaner. She didn't even think the latter was possible due to how pristine it already was yesterday.

Proteus was at the center of the room, awaiting her.

"Impeccable timing as always, Princess," he bowed to her. "Are you ready for your dance lessons?"

"Not really," she said honestly.

He sent her a reassuring smile. "Not to worry, Princess, you have ample time to prepare. Now, let me begin with showing you the starting position..."

They started with hand placements. Her hand on his shoulder while the other clasped in his. Meanwhile, his free hand was placed on her side. Easy enough. She did something like this with Anthonius during a school dance at Westover Hall.

The hard part was everything else.

Turns out, she couldn't just shuffle her legs left and right and called it a day. Apparently there were rules when it came to foot movements. She had to cross her leg over the other at a particular part, cross her leg from behind at another part—it was so confusing trying to keep up that it was a miracle she didn't tangle her legs together.

And when all the twirling, dips, and pick-ups were added to the equation? Forget it.

The dance lessons persisted for the next remaining hours until it was nearly time for dinner.

"That was..." She was breathing hard. "Uh, really complicated."

"It's only the first day so don't fret," Proteus told her. "You will improve."

"Daddy said I had to do something called a 'First Dance'? What is that?" She asked.

His eyes lit up. "Oh! The First Dance is a very special moment at a debutante party. At the beginning of the ball, young goddesses dance with a special partner of their choosing—the First Dance. Normally, they dance with whoever they're betrothed to—"

Percy blanched at that.

"—But if no marriages have been arranged by that time or if they've already chosen to dedicate an eternity to maidenhood, they usually choose to dance with an unmarried male relative." He explained.

An unmarried male relative? Percy made a mental list of all the unmarried male relatives she knew.

Zagreus? No thanks. Ares? Nah, he's dating Aphrodite. Apollo? NOPE. Hermes...? If it were the Hermes of my universe, then maybe, but I'm not close with the one in here.

...Hades?

She felt her face burn as she quickly shook her head. No, no, no, not a good idea.

But then she remembered a certain favorite uncle of hers and her face lit up.

"I'll have my first dance with Uncle Adamas!" She decided.

Proteus' eyes went as wide as saucers. "P-Perhaps that's not a good idea, Princess. Lord Adamas does not know how to dance." And he might not even be invited if my Lord can help it, he mentally added, wincing.

"Oh," she frowned, but then another idea came to her. "Well, since we're already practicing, how about you be my partner, then?"

The greenish tint in his skin turned white. He looked as if she had just ordered for his execution.

"A-a-also not a good idea!" He wheezed. "I am just a mere servant, my Lady. You should pick someone of a higher status."

"Beelzebub then?"

He somehow managed to turn even paler. "No, he won't work either." He cleared his throat. "Princess, please remember it must be a member of your family."

Percy went through her list of eligible dance partners and, once again, came up blank.

She shrugged hopelessly. "I can't think of anyone."

"Are you sure? Have you gone through all the options?" He pressed on. "I'm certain there's one god who would love to be your partner."

She stared at him blankly.

"A particular god who lives under the sea?"

"Are you talking about..." She furrowed her brows in confusion. "...Spongebob...?"

Proteus was baffled. "Who—? No! My lady, I'm talking about your father."

"Oh," she blinked.

"Yes," he stressed. "So I highly suggest you ask him to be your partner. I assure you, it would make him very happy."

Sometime after Percy's first sleepover at Asgard a few months ago, the shift in Poseidon's demeanor became very obvious to everyone working in the palace. Poseidon loved his daughter in more ways than one—and Percy was pretty much the only one in the palace who had yet to realize it.

At first, Proteus had been stupefied upon realizing the news. His Lord had fallen in love, and with his daughter at that? But then he quickly saw how wonderful this would be. His Lord and Lady, together! Oh, he could already imagine the parties the Atlantean Empire would throw once news of their marriage came forth! Or news of an heir!

"...Ask... my dad?" Percy said unsurely.

Oh dear. He couldn't have that.

"Of course!" He cried out joyously. "Who better to have as a partner than him? My Lord is an excellent dancer."

She looked up at him. "He's danced with other girls before?" She didn't realize it until a second later, but she was frowning as she said that.

What the fuck? She mentally slapped herself. Now wasn't the time to be getting upset. She shouldn't even care anyway. Her father could dance with whoever he wanted.

"Mostly with his sisters at parties he's been forced to attend," he replied. "So? Will you ask him?"

She gulped. "Um... I'll think about it."

His face fell. "Oh, alright then, my lady. But do make sure to pick a partner before the week of the ball."

She nodded wordlessly.

After the lesson, she left the ballroom for a break while scolding herself for daring to feel... jealous at the prospect of her father dancing with other people.

Gods, what was wrong with her?

First she was trying to avoid her father's wandering hands and now she was getting jealous at the thought of him having previous dance partners? What did she even want anymore?

I think I'm just getting used to being spoiled by his attention so much, she tried to rationalize. I'm just not used to sharing it, that's all.

There's nothing wrong with me, she tried to tell herself. There is nothing wrong with me.

She had to keep telling herself this for the rest of the night.

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Her dance lessons persisted every day for the next few weeks. It happened right after her academic lessons with Beelzebub, so by the time dinner came, she was exhausted and ready for the day to end.

She went straight to her room and collapsed on the bed.

"Percy, may I speak with you?"

She lifted her head up, "Beelie?"

For some reason, Beelzebub was in her room. She didn't even realize he had come in. He took long strides to her bed and pulled her up into a sitting position. He looked tense.

She glanced warily at the door, half-expecting her father or someone else to burst in and see them together. "Um, dude, I don't think you should be here. If I messed up my math homework again, can you maybe scold me for it later 'cause I'm kinda—"

"—I activated the cloak so no one can sense me here," he cut her off with a sigh. "And I'm not here about the math homework."

Her eyes lit up. "Oh, so I actually got everything correct?"

"No," he answered bluntly. "But we'll go over that later. This is important. It's about your father."

Her back straightened up in alarm. "W-what is it, is he okay?"

"He's fine, but you won't be," he insisted.

"Huh?"

"...As the Devil, I am able to sense the sins people have committed as well as their deepest darkest desires," he began to explain hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure if he should be telling her this. "Your father's dripping head to toe in them—most gods are, of course, but there's something new now, something that's been growing steadily and dangerously."

"What is it?"

"Lust."

She gave him a weird look. "...You came to tell me... that my dad's horny? Dude, TMI."

Beelzebub rolled his eyes. "You idiot, use your brain. The lust is directed towards you."

She stiffened, but managed to force a grin. "That's not funny, Beel." She laughed weakly.

"I'm not joking with you," he frowned. "I'm sorry for never telling you this before—"

"—What?—"

"—But I am telling you now, that your father's only going to get worse and you need to be careful."

She only shook her head in response and tried to get off the bed, but he grabbed her arm and forced her still.

"Percy, I know you've already noticed the signs," he insisted. "You cannot ignore this any longer."

"Let go, I want to leave," she said.

"Percy—"

Stop it, stop it, stop it! I don't want to hear this!

"—I said—"

There was a knock on her door.

Both of them went absolutely still.

A few more seconds passed, and another knock came. This time, Beelzebub stepped away from her. He gave her one last furtive look before teleporting away.

"Princess," came Proteus' voice. "Your father's requesting your presence at his office."

She bit back a gasp and tried to find some way to ease her nerves.

He's just gonna ask about my progress in dancing. He does this all the time, she tried to tell herself, but she didn't think she could continue lying to herself for too long anymore.

"Coming," she called back shakily.

"Princess, are you alright?" He asked in concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" She exclaimed, hastily getting out of bed. "I'll be there! Thank you for telling me!"

He replied back, and she listened to the sound of his footsteps disappearing.

The walk to her father's office was agonizingly slow.

He just wants to know how my lessons have been going. He does this all the time, she told herself over and over again until she reached his door.

Before she could even knock, the doors opened automatically, as if sensing her presence.

Her father sat behind his desk and he looked like he was in the middle of writing something.

"Percilla," he greeted. "Come."

He's going to ask about my lessons, she reminded herself as she stepped into the room. The doors closed behind her.

"You called me for me, daddy?" She said with fake cheer as she ambled over to his side of the desk when he beckoned her over.

He hummed in response. He turned his body to her and spread his legs, patting one of his thighs. It didn't take her long to realize what he was asking: he wanted her to sit on his lap.

Her face turned red. "I... uh... I don't think I should..."

He raised an elegant brow.

"Daddy, I..." She swallowed, chuckling nervously. "I'm a little too old to be sitting on your lap, don't you think?"

"Old? You are but a child," he replied, amused, but also annoyed. He didn't know where this hesitance came from, but he knew it had to do with humans. Somehow, the humans had taught his precious daughter shame and he wanted to fix that.

She looked like she was about to protest so he took her by the arm and tugged her forward. He pulled her down until she was sitting on his lap, one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her still and her back pressed to his chest.

Percy stayed as still as a rock.

"How have your dance lessons been going?" He asked.

"Well," she replied. "Mr. Proteus says I've been doing really good lately."

"Excellent. And have you decided who you want to be your partner for the First Dance?"

"I highly suggest you ask him to be your partner," she remembered Proteus telling her on the first day. "I assure you, it would make him very happy."

"Um," she swallowed thickly. "No."

"You ought to pick a partner soon, my pearl," he drawled. "Your debutante ball is only a little over a week away."

She made a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat and tried to find a way to distract herself. She glanced down at his desk and saw stacks of elegant envelopes.

"What are these?" She asked curiously.

"Invitations to your ball," he replied. "I'm almost done. Would you like to check them?"

She nodded and wordlessly reached out. She saw various names that she was familiar with; her uncles, aunts, cousins, her grandmother, followed by big names from other pantheons. Some of them she wasn't even familiar with.

But there was one thing that stood out to her.

"Daddy, why is there no invitation for Uncle Adamas?" She asked sharply.

She could feel him go still beneath her.

"You wish for him to attend?"

"Yes."

"Very few gods are aware of his existence, and he wishes to keep it that way. It wouldn't do to invite him, he won't come."

"He has a helmet," she told him. "And if he doesn't want to come, then that's fine, but we should still invite him."

"Percilla—"

"—Daddy, I want him to have an invitation," she demanded. "He's family. He should be invited."

She couldn't see his face, but she was kind of glad for that. This was probably the first time she had ever demanded something from him—something that he clearly didn't want to grant her—so the wait for a response was nerve wracking.

"Fine," he said. "I will make one for him."

Rather than having her get off his lap, he merely straightened up, grabbed a blank letter and wrote down his invitation. Then, he placed it in an envelope and had it sealed with blue and gold wax that had a trident symbol over it.

"There," he said after he finished writing 'Adamas' in Ancient Greek on the back. "I will have it sent out with the others. Does that please you, daughter?"

"Yes," she allowed herself to smile. "Thank you, daddy."

"As punishment, you are to stay with me until I'm done with the rest of the invitations." He stated.

Shit, she cursed herself.

For the next few minutes, she remained stuck there on his lap. At first, she didn't see why he needed to write down the invitations himself—he could just magic them to completion—but she realized pretty soon why he was doing them. Apparently he felt the need to add his own personal messages, or threats in this case, at the end of each invite.

For example, Indra's invitation had the warning: 'Do not smoke in my daughter's ball or I will have your lips sewn shut'. For Zeus, it was 'I'm only doing this because mother told me to.'. And so forth. How sweet of him.

It hadn't been that long, barely even ten minutes, but the time seemed to be passing on slowly. She tried her hardest not to fidget, but the ADHD was making it near impossible. What made it worse was the bulge that was pressing against her butt. Her face flushed, knowing just what that bulge was.

Her father had a boner. And she was on his lap. The very thought filled her with embarrassment and shame. The short dress she wore only made things a hundred times worse. Every time she moved even a little bit, she could feel his hard cock brush against her dampening panties.

Gods, she wanted to die. How could she be wet at a moment like this? What was wrong with her? This was just like with Hades—what they had done was disgusting, but her body (and mind) refused to listen to reason.

Her picture-perfect family was beginning to shatter. First it was her uncle, and now her own father was adding in the cracks. She couldn't help but blame herself for being so sick in the head. She wanted to die, die, die—she wanted to be anywhere but here experiencing this shame again.

She could feel her eyes beginning to water as self-loathing filled her. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to distract herself with anything. The dizzying words on her father's paperwork, the cool oceanic decor around the office, the large hand inching up to her bare thigh. Her breath hitched, feeling her father's fingers caress the skin of her leg softly before slowly traveling to her inner thigh.

"Um!" She suddenly spoke aloud. She started to sit up, desperate to get out. "Sorry, daddy, I gotta uh–"

"–Sit," he commanded, pushing her back down. She nearly gasped, seeing stars when her father's erection hit her clothed pussy, dangerously close to where her clit was.

"I'm almost done, Percilla, be patient," he chided her. He was so much bigger than her, so even though she was on his lap, he had to angle his head downwards to speak to her, his hot breath fanning against her ear. She shivered, and Poseidon inwardly smirked at that.

If only he had been able to swat those pesky thoughts of shame out of her pretty little head earlier on, then they wouldn't have to be suffering such agony right now. She would've been bouncing on his cock, begging for daddy to fill her up and thanking him afterwards like the good girl she was.

He could picture it; his large hands grabbing fistfuls of his daughter's perfect waist, lifting her up and down on his cock while she squealed and moaned for more. He'd push her down onto him, his massive cock piercing the deepest parts of her womb, and spilling creamy rivulets of his cum into her. He'd watch his sperm spill down from her hole and then he'd fuck her all over again.

Suddenly an approaching presence caught his attention. Just a few hallways down his office was Beelzebub, and he could feel him drawing closer.

"Tch," he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Despite the great advancements Beelzebub had made to her education (aside from math), Poseidon was beginning to regret hiring him as her caretaker and educator. Just the thought of them being alone together for even a second made his ichor boil. He knew his daughter was beautiful, but he abhorred the thought of other men appreciating her beauty. She was his daughter. Only he was allowed to bask in her presence.

"Daddy?" Percy spoke up, sounding afraid for some reason. Perhaps she sensed his growing ire.

"It's nothing," he lied, running a hand through her silky dark hair to comfort her. Truly, she was such a perfect daughter. He loved her so much. His sweet little girl. His pearl.

He leaned forward, his broad chest meeting her back. His form nearly engulfed her whole as he held her against him.

"My sweet girl," he murmured, kissing the crown of her head.

"D-daddy...?" She said shakily. He felt her tense, her pussy practically throbbing against his cock.

He didn't respond, hands grabbing the edge of her skirt and getting ready to pull it up.

"Daddy, wait!" She cried out, grabbing his wrist. "I—I have something important to ask you!" She blurted out.

"What is it?" He said with barely held-back patience.

"Let me stand up," she said urgently. "It's something really really important."

"Fine," he scowled and allowed her to get off his lap.

Percy's whole body was trembling from head to toe.

"I—" she gulped. "I wanted to ask... i-if you would be my partner for the First Dance."

Instantly, his mood lifted up. "Is that so?"

She nodded.

"Why has it taken you so long to ask me?"

"I was just scared, daddy," she said shakily. "I, um, I thought you would say 'no' because it would be embarrassing."

"How silly," he purred, pulling her closer by the hips. He began to stroke the inside of her thigh. "Why ever would I say no to my sweet daughter's request to have me as her partner?"

She gently tried to push his hands away and back off, but he held onto her legs tight and tried to pull her in some more—

But then a knock came at the door.

Poseidon's face scowled as he pulled his hands away. "What is it, Beelzebub?"

"I require Percy's immediate attention, my Lord. I've noticed an error in one of her essays and it's imperative that I wo—"

"—Fine," Poseidon spat through gritted teeth. He then took a deep breath to reign in his temper since his daughter was in the room before motioning that she was dismissed.

She scurried out of the room, breathless and hot all over.

Poseidon watched her intently, breathing just as hard. If only they hadn't been interrupted...

But that was fine. He knew she wanted him, he just had to give her the right push.

When Percy walked out the door, she couldn't even meet Beelzebub's eyes. The shame was written all over her face, but he didn't say anything about it. Instead, he quietly walked her to the library to gather some privacy.

Once they were finally alone, he asked her, "Will you continue to deny it now?"

"I can't, even if I want to," she said bitterly.

She felt like her whole world was crashing down. All she wanted was to have a loving father—how could it have come to this?

"Does my dad even love me?" She asked desperately. "Has he ever?"

"Percy," he sighed. "Of course he has, and of course he still loves you. Love works differently for us gods. For us, there are no limits. It's drastically different compared to humans, who restrict themselves on who they're allowed to love."

"Because it's wrong," she said firmly. "You shouldn't be like that to your family—you're hurting them. Beel, if you've known how he's felt for so long, why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think it was possible for Poseidon to feel so strongly, and while I noticed your discomfort... you still seemed so happy," he admitted guiltily. "So I stopped thinking about it. I didn't realize that you were just trying to convince yourself that what your father was doing wasn't real."

Of course she had been doing that. She had been trying so hard to push the warning signs away and just enjoy the picture she painted in her head: that her father loved her the same way all fathers loved their daughters.

But now she could no longer deny the true extent of how much his love went.

"Do you love your father?" He suddenly asked.

"Of course I do." She answered, ashamed.

"But do you love him the same way he loves you?"

There was a budding of dark desire that had been growing within her. It was tiny, so small and insignificant that he could brush it off. Everyone had dark desires, some not as dark as others. Even the purest of people had dark desires, what mattered was whether they acted on it or not, whether they were willing to commit that sin.

And Percy was too good to go around committing sins like most humans and gods do.

Say no, he begged. He didn't think he would be able to handle it if she returned Poseidon's feelings, even a little bit.

"No," she answered, but she wasn't looking at him.

His ichor turned to ice.

She had lied. 

— author's note —

I WAS GIVEN MORE POEMS! But this time they're from basileiapetrova 💖

Beelcy picrews from daushu!

More picrews from nobodyunimportant!