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It's Good to Be a (Demi)God Part 1 (Percy Jackson/Chel)
🕑 Added 2025-04-01 03:00:05 +0000 UTCI usually don't post Tuesdays, but I'm going to post Part 2 of this tomorrow because I'll be traveling Thursday. So basically: Chapter tomorrow, no chapter Thursday instead. I'll probably get to the next Roommates chapter (because a clear majority wanted it to continue) on Friday or Saturday, because their long and take extra effort to get finished.
Percy had experienced a ton of weird things, but really, this one felt like it took the cake.
His life had been uncharacteristically normal recently. He was in college at New Rome, there finally weren’t any world ending threats he had to hurl himself in the path of, and his birthday was coming up.
Then he turned 21 and something really weird happened.
It came on without warning. When he defeated Kronos, the Mad Titan didn’t go down without swinging. Percy just didn’t know what the Titan’s revenge was—or even that it existed—until right now. The moment he hit 21, Percy was hurled through time without warning.
It was like a time travel bomb, wrenching him away from everything that he knew and loved, dropping him on his ass in an unfamiliar and inhospitable jungle.
Percy raised Riptide, swinging the sword left and right to clear the vines in his path. Bugs and birds were making a huge racket around him, while he’d seen snakes as long as his arm slithering around. If he hadn’t faced dragons before, those really would have unnerved him.
Percy heard a growl above him and looked up. Among the canopy of branches he spotted a pair of glowing eyes. A jaguar prowled forward, eyeing him up as potential prey.
Percy raised his sword toward it and GLARED.
Yelping, the jaguar turned and ran as fast as it could.
See, that’s why Percy was an animal lover. He understood how they worked. Monsters would fight you until their last breath because they knew they would just reform eventually. Animals on the other hand did whatever they could to survive. If they recognized that you were dangerous, they’d leave you alone just like that. It was refreshing.
The jaguar bounded away, and suddenly Percy heard shouting. People! They sounded startled by the sudden appearance of a large predator, but by the time Percy cut his way through the jungle to them, the jaguar’s tail was already disappearing as it focused only on getting away.
There were two warriors wielding spears, which they were aiming in the direction where the jaguar fled. As soon as the cat was gone, though, they turned their weapons toward a woman who was on the ground, rubbing her head. All of them had dark skin and glossy black hair. The warriors were shirtless, while the woman wore a loincloth and a primitive sort of crop top, her excessive curves spilling out of the skimpy clothes at every turn. Percy’s first thought was that Aphrodite had come down to earth and taken human form.
“Return what you stole and submit to punishment, thief!” said the warriors, jabbing their spears.
The woman still had a hand pressed to her head. A golden piece of a statue sat nearby, thick and heavy enough that it must’ve been worth quite a lot. The woman’s eyes darted around, looking for anything to get out of this, and landed on Percy. They lit up.
“A strange man coming out of the jungle!” she said.
“We were not born yesterday, thief!” said one of the spear men. “There’s no distracting us! Like a strange man would just be walking out of—”
His friend nudged him with his elbow, nodding toward Percy. The guard who had been speaking jolted.
“Who are you? Where have you come from?” he demanded fearfully.
They were looking at Percy very closely. Everything from his skin tone, to his modern clothes, to his faintly glowing sword must have stood out.
“Don’t you think it seemed like the jaguar was running from HIM?” whispered the guard who noticed Percy first.
“From a man? Impossible!” the other whispered back.
“Yes, jaguars don’t run from men. But what if he isn’t human?”
The woman they had cornered suddenly gasped.
“Oh my, it’s one of the gods!” she exclaimed, pointing at Percy. “I TOLD you I was only taking the statue as an offering!”
The guards still looked suspicious. Percy didn’t really know what was happening here, but he could sense the woman was looking for an excuse to get away. He needed to figure out where he was, and that might be easier if the locals were deferential to him. So… why not go along with it?
Just behind where all of this was happening was a tall waterfall that poured off of a cliff, feeding a pool and river at its base. Percy held out his hand. Like second nature, he took control of the water. The entire waterfall stopped. Slowly, it floated up into the air, hovering above their heads. Percy held it there for long enough that all three people looked up in wonder. Then, he willed it all to slam back down in its proper place, spraying water over everyone. The guards and the woman’s hair quickly became wet, but Percy stayed perfectly dry, no matter how much water touched him.
“Take me to your leader,” Percy declared.
LINE BREAK.
After being stranded somewhere totally alien in a completely different time period, Percy probably shouldn’t have been in a good mood, but he was. He always wanted to use that line. He felt like a real alien now.
“You’re pretty cute when you smile,” said a female voice.
Percy looked over to find the woman he saved walking beside him. Her hands were linked behind her back, and she was leaning in close to his face as she examined him. Maybe this culture didn’t have the same concept of personal space… or she was just like this.
“Chel, right?” Percy said.
“That’s right My Lord,” she said. “I did always expect Gods to be good looking, but I didn’t expect them to be so adorable. You look about my age.”
“Gods can look any way they want,” Percy said. “Sometimes they pull some really strange things, like showing up as a bird or a goat. And that’s not even as weird as they get.”
Chel giggled. She still hadn’t backed away. “Have you ever done anything like that?”
Percy glanced at the guards in front of him. They had led the way past the waterfall he messed with, down a cave that the group was still traversing. The guards moved as far away from him as could be considered polite, and other than sneaking glances back, weren’t paying too much attention.
“I’ll tell you a secret,” he whispered to Chel.
She giggled again. “I like those!”
“I’m not a god,” Percy said. “I’m only half-god. A demigod.”
“Huh. A demigod. I like it,” Chel said. “Half stunning, handsome god, and half approachable, cute human. It’s a winning combination.”
“You, thief! Back away from the god!” shouted one of the guards.
Chel pouted, but stepped away from Percy as the guard jabbed his spear back at her. She held her hands up to show she wanted no trouble, and the guard turned away, the statue head she’d stolen tucked under his arm. The guard turned back, and as soon as he did Chel winked at Percy. He smiled back.
Light up ahead caught his attention. They exited the cave to stunning sights bathed in golden orange sunlight.
The city was enough to make Percy’s jaw drop open for a second, even though he’d been to Olympus. This clearly wasn’t anywhere ordinary. There were Aztec style pyramids and buildings everywhere, but they were predominantly made from what looked like real gold. He thought the statue head Chel stole would be some kind of a treasure, but he saw at least fifteen identical ones just standing at the edge of the city. As Percy gaped at the sights, Chel cheekily pushed his jaw up with one finger, closing his mouth.
“Welcome to El Dorado,” she said. “The City of Gold.”
Percy got lots of looks as he was led through the streets. He was taken on the quickest route to the center of the city, where the tallest pyramid stood. Clearly, if a leader was going to live anywhere around here, this was the place.
Sure enough, they eventually reached what was obviously a throne room. While not quite as grandiose as his father’s temple on Olympus, it was still very ornate, with a huge golden throne and plenty of lit torches to provide light. On the throne was an enormous man that was both tall and fat wearing a hat that might have been a crown. He had a warm smile, while a man with red face paint stood beside him looking much more serious.
“And who is this?” asked the leader?”
The guards dropped to their knees. Chel did the same, although she looked reluctant. Percy remained standing. Short of the gods, he wasn’t very into kneeling.
“My Lord!” said the guards. “We have been blessed with a meeting with a being of great power!”
Percy had stowed Riptide during the trip, and without his sword he must’ve looked more strange than strictly impressive, considering his clothing was so odd and his appearance so different. The leader just smiled, though.
“Great power, hm?” he said. “And what is your name?”
“Perseus,” said Percy. “But I usually just go by Percy.”
“And why have you come, Percy?” asked the leader.
“Because I got lost?” Percy said.
“Ridiculous.” The man with the mean face prowled forward, carrying a staff with him. “Calling this stranger a lord, it’s like you believe him a god.”
“He is a god!” said the guard who led the way.
“Him? Him!?” The man slammed his staff down. “I am Tzekel-Kan, High Priest of El Dorado! This pale man shows no signs of being any kind of—”
There was a fountain in the corner of the room that had water spouting out of a stone serpent. Percy really wasn’t in the mood to listen to a stranger rant, and he already didn’t like this guy’s vibe. He flicked his wrist and water flew across the room, dousing the High Priest.
There were lots of gasps. Strangely, though, the High Priest reacted differently than Percy expected.
He dropped to his knees, immediately smiling broadly.
“I apologize for not recognizing you!” he cried. “Your loyal servant will atone immediately!”
Maybe this guy wasn’t as bad as Percy thought. “Atone how?”
The man’s smile grew. “Why, sacrifices of course!”
He shot up, approaching the guards, and raised his staff.
“Hold still,” he said. “The gods themselves have come. They need an offering… so hold still.”
He brought his staff down toward the guard, who only had time to flinch slightly. It would’ve crushed his head, but instead a sword stopped it.
Percy held Riptide, glaring at the cold-blooded man.
“I never asked for that,” Percy said. “Besides, you’re the one who made a mistake. Why are they paying for it?”
“It’s no punishment to be sacrificed,” said Tzekel-Kan. “But… if you were truly a god, you would know that. Perhaps you’re not. You have powers, yes, but that alone does not mean much.”
The man let out a purple mist, and statues on the walls came to life, glaring at Percy, who assessed his options.
He didn’t really want to get into a fight. If the man could use magic, then Riptide would probably work on him, and he could cut him down. However, in this unknown city and situation, that could easily make enemies out of the locals. Maybe even alienate local gods, because Tzekel-Kan was apparently an important priest. He’d prefer to prove to the man that he was a god and put off any kind of confrontation. But how to do that…
Percy’s eyes roved the room before quickly landing on Chel, who was still on her knees trying to stay very quiet. He pushed Tzekel-Kan back with pure strength, knocking him away and sheathing Riptide. Percy walked over to Chel, standing above her.
“What’s going to be done with this girl?” he asked.
“She’s a thief,” Tzekel-kan said dismissively. “We’ll cut her fingers off or sell her as a slave.”
“Give her to me as a sacrifice,” Percy said.
Chel flinched. Tzekel-kan sneered. “If you wanted someone's life, there are much better options—”
“Who said anything about her life?” Percy asked. “I want her.”
If the problem was that he wasn’t willing to take sacrifices, he’d get something else.
“You want… her?” said the village chief.
The throne room had seats around the edges that had dozens of attendants and citizens of the kingdom spread around. They had started to whisper now, sounding as confused as the chief.
“Exactly,” Percy said. “I’ll take her body instead. You know how crazy gods are for sex.”
He looked down and made eye contact with Chel, who was peeking up at him. They conversed silently, coming to an agreement.
Percy didn’t want to fight, so he had to take SOMETHING to prove he was a god. Chel was in a bad spot because of her crimes, and this was probably her only way out. She nodded slightly, and Percy looked up.
“I’ll even take it right here, in front of everyone, if that’s enough to prove what I’m saying,” he said.
The crowd roared, this time with a little bit of excitement.
“I don’t know if that would be necessary…” said the chief.
But Tzekel-Kan said, “Do it!”
Percy smirked. It was time to show off what he got from his dad… and for once, he didn’t mean water powers!
Percy grabbed his own shirt, heedless of how many eyes were off him, and hauled it off. His muscles were shown off the room, and although he didn’t want to sound vain, they were VERY impressive.
“Oooh,” Chel said, staring up at him with new hunger.
“I don’t think gods should undress themselves,” Percy said. “If only there was someone to help with that…”
It was very convenient that Chel was already kneeling. She could easily straighten her back to grasp Percy’s crotch. Her hands made short work of his button of zipper, even though she had never seen something like that before. She pulled down his pants and his underwear. When Percy’s dick became visible, gasps could be heard around the room. A full 10 inches of throbbing manhood stood stiff at attention.
“Now THAT is divine!” Chel said.
“Can you handle it?” Percy asked.
“I’m here to make a sacrifice, aren’t I?” Chel asked.
She opened her mouth wider than any girl Percy had ever seen, sliding her mouth forward.
“Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!” Chel said.
Percy could feel himself filling her mouth and moving down her throat. More than that, everyone could see it. Her neck was growing in size every time his dick moved into it. He was stretching her open, reshaping her body. Those watching, both men and women, began shifting uncomfortably in their seats, the atmosphere growing hot and heavy.
It took Chel less than thirty seconds of bobbing her head in order to take all of Percy inside her mouth. He couldn’t believe it, to be honest. That was only slightly longer than Aphrodite took when she came to visit him after his eighteenth birthday. Percy would be shocked if Chel didn’t have at least a little bit of divine blood in her from one love goddess or another. After all, just LOOK at her.
Her crop top was sliding lower as her body worked, saliva starting to drip onto her cleavage. Dark areolas were just beginning to peek out of her top as it struggled to stay up. She planted her hands on Percy’s muscular thighs to keep balance, beginning to wiggle and twist her head, doing tricks while deepthroating him.
“Your offering pleases my godliness,” Percy said, trying not to cringe at himself. He was never an actor, alright? “I will make GOOD use of this sacrifice.”
The next time Chel slid her head back, Percy grabbed it and stopped her from pulling her lips off his shaft. She looked confused as he held her in place, interrupting her blowjob. That confusion melted into shock as Percy began thrusting.
“GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK!”
Spittle exploded out of the corners of Chel’s lips each time Percy brought his hips forward. Her eyes rolled up, her whole body recoiling from the impacts, making her immense thighs shake. Even Tzekel-Kan was wide eyed now. Percy heard very soft moans. Looking into the corner, he saw a pretty serving girl had dropped to her knees, starting to touch herself. Percy winked, and she moaned loudly, cumming.
Gods pass down all sorts of things to their kids. They give them nifty powers and skill in all sorts of areas, like how Demeter’s kids can grow plants as well as anyone and Apollo’s kids are good with medicine. The Big 3 give some extra skills that aren’t talked about much, though. All three of those brothers are horny as hell, to the point that it’s like sexual prowess is a part of them. Ever since he came of age, Percy had just been incredible in bed. Borderline superhuman.
He could even withhold orgasms for hours if he wanted, just by choosing to. But in this case, he and Chel weren’t just having sex. They were putting on a show. To keep the audience entertained, they needed to make a statement.
Percy sped up. Soon, the ones watching couldn’t even make out his hips, just a flesh colored blur. Spit was dripping from Chel’s nose, her eyes almost closed. Percy went at it with superhuman force, then relinquished his control of himself, pulling his dick out of her mouth.
Percy poured semen across her dark skin. Her forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, everything; Chel had to shut her eyes to keep cum from dripping into them. She looked absolutely thrilled. Slowly, while streams of his cum ran down her beautiful face, she smiled broadly. She ran her surprisingly long tongue over her lips, licking up anything she could get ahold of.
“Did I please you, My Lord?” she asked, her tone cheeky even in this state.
“Thoroughly,” Percy said. “Why don’t we give you your reward? Stand up.”
On eager, shaking legs, Chel rose.
First Percy walked around her in a full circle. Her outfit left very little to the imagination, but he paid extra attention now, studying all her thick curves. He stopped behind her and grabbed her top.
“You won’t be needing this,” he said.
With nothing but raw strength, he tore through it, making Chel audibly gasp. Her breasts bounced on her chest: dark skin tipped by even darker nipples, not too big but perfectly perky. You could see old spit on the top half of her boobs, along with little bits of cum that had dripped off her face. Chel was shocked, but she made no move to cover her modesty. She understood as well as Percy did that this was a show for both of their benefits. This time, it was the men in the room’s turn to look aroused and bothered.
Percy grabbed one corner of the loincloth around Chel’s curvy hips and gave it a sharp tug. Because of the way it was tied, she spun around as it came loose in his hands, making a complete rotation. She lost her balance and stepped back, her body pressing against his. Percy tossed away the cloth in his hands. Without fanfare he scooped Chel up.
His hands sunk into her thick chocolate thighs. As he held her up, her pussy was bared to the crowd, Chel groaning from his strong touch. His dick still decorated around the tip with bits of cum, Percy thrusted into her, everyone in the room able to hear the we squelch as he entered Chel.
“Fuck me Lord!” Chel screamed. “My body is yours!”
Percy—and everyone else in the room—didn’t need anyone to tell them that. They could see it. Every part of Chel was reacting to him. Her titties were bouncing from his powerful thrusts. Her thighs were jiggling everywhere except where his hands were holding, where Chel’s skin was squeezing between his fingers as he held her tightly. Her feet shook, suspended in the air, while she screamed and came on his cock.
“So?” Percy said. “How am I? Make sure everyone can hear you.”
“You're superhuman! Perfect! Divine!” Chel screamed, her voice failing her at the end as she came extremely hard on his dick.
Percy made sure the whole room could see her as he continued thrusting. He and Chel weren’t going to leave any doubt. After this, everyone in the room would have no doubt that he was more than human. And by the time he was through with her, Chel would never be able to settle for less than sex like this.
Percy tightened his grip, pulling back with his arms. Chel’s pussy was stretched taut, making her feel that extra bit tighter inside. Her tongue fell out of her mouth, while her face was still covered with his cum. Percy leaned back sharply, pulling her up, and delivered a final tremendous thrust.
If he was having sex the way the gods did, then there was really only one way to do this. Gods did NOT pull out. That was a mortal fad. Why do that, when you could just be an absentee father?
Percy couldn’t get behind the last part, but it was undeniable that gods from ANY part of the globe only ever took things all the way. That nasty High Priest probably knew it too. So Percy really had no choice. All for the performance, of course!
He creampied Chel with everything he had.
His second load was just as monstrously large as the first one had been. He pumped her so full that she began to think it would never end. Her entire womb was seeded by his foreign seed for everyone to see until it started spilling out of her. Percy pulled his dick out, letting cum pour out of her dark vulva while everyone watched.
As Chel moaned quietly and panted in an attempt to catch her breath, the room went quiet. Then, someone bowed. Everyone else followed.
“Hail the God of Sex and Sea, Percy!” said the chief.
The crowd repeated it, not a hint of suspicion left from any of them. Percy smiled magnanimously, then leaned over to Chel’s ear.
“I think it was a success,” he said. “I just know this partnership of ours is going to be fun.”
For the briefest of moments, Chel’s fucked senseless expression faded as she winked at him. Then she stuck her tongue back out, playing things up once again.
Oh, yeah. Even if Percy didn’t know how he was going to get back to his time, he was clearly going to be enjoying his stay.
