POLL FIC: Sharing with Goddesses (Percy Jackson)

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Summary: Percy Jackson is desired by not just one virgin goddess, but two. His girlfriend Annabeth is surprisingly accepting. (Percy/Hestia, Percy/Artemis/Annabeth)

Content Warnings/Themes: Post-canon, polyamory, loss of virginity, missionary position, doggy style, cunnilingus, breeding kink

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Artemis was not used to feeling anything but wariness and distrust towards a man. She could acknowledge the good deeds performed by a man and show them the respect they deserved, but she had never felt any desire to get to know any man on a personal level or get closer to one. Romance, marriage, and children with a man was never a desire Artemis held throughout the ages, and she never would have believed that this would change.

But then Percy Jackson came along. The son of Poseidon had earned her respect in his early days. The lengths he’d gone to save the world would have been enough of an achievement for her to respect him, but it was the lengths he’d gone to save his mother in particular that Artemis took notice of. A man trying to save the world was familiar to her, but the love Percy Jackson had for his mother and the things he'd done to save her both from the underworld and from his revolting stepfather showed Artemis that this was a young man worthy of her respect.

That respect turned into a far more personal interest when he relieved her while she was holding up the sky. She hadn’t been able to stand by and watch an exemplary maiden like Annabeth die, so she’d taken the burden upon her own shoulders, exactly as Atlas wanted. But Percy Jackson had come along and accepted that burden for her, choosing to make the sacrifice so Artemis could do battle against Atlas. Her esteem of Percy Jackson went beyond respect and acknowledgment at that point, though she hadn’t been sure how to classify it. All she’d known was that something was changing.

Then he’d willingly gone through Tartarus to be by Annabeth’s side. Heroism was one thing, but that was a display of loyalty and commitment to his beloved that she had never seen in her very long life. To her shame and her embarrassment, Artemis longed to have the same for herself. She’d never desired a man, but then Percy Jackson showed her how committed a man could be to a woman. Artemis wanted it.

She wanted him. She was convinced that she would never find another man who piqued her interest and made her long for him the way that Percy Jackson unknowingly had, no matter how long she watched and waited. Searching for a man who would treat her the way that Percy treated Annabeth wasn’t an option. The first man she’d ever wanted, and the only man she could ever see herself wanting, was right there.

He would never abandon Annabeth, of course. She wouldn’t have asked him to, and if he was the kind of man who would stray or leave her side, he never would have captured Artemis’ interest and given her these brand-new desires to begin with. The only option was to approach both of them and see if some kind of understanding could be reached. Being with a man had never been a desire of hers, and sharing a man was even less so. But this wasn't just any man. If any man could be worth it, Artemis knew Percy Jackson was that man. That was why she was approaching what she knew to be the residence Percy and Annabeth now shared, intent on confessing what she was feeling and asking if Annabeth might be willing to share the amazing man she’d found.

She took a deep breath before knocking on the door, ignoring her instincts of going wherever she wished. There was a call from inside, and after a few seconds, Percy himself opened the door.

“Oh!” His sea-green eyes widened when he saw her, and Artemis was incredibly embarrassed by how her breath caught in her throat. She felt like one of those blushing, giggling girls she’d always thought so little of, and she couldn’t do anything about it. “Hi, Artemis. What are you doing here?" He seemed to realize that sounded rude because he shook his head quickly. "Not that we’re not happy to have you visit us. It’s just a surprise. Don’t think you’ve ever paid a social visit to us before. And today, of all days, too.”

“I apologize if I’ve come at a bad time,” she said. “I wanted to speak with you and Annabeth about something, but if today is not a good day, I can come back.” Percy looked over his shoulder, and whatever he saw there had him opening the door wider and shaking his head.

"No, today works," he said. "You're just not the only goddess that came to speak with us today, that's all." He stepped back to let her in, and she saw not just Annabeth standing just behind him but also Hestia.

“Hello, Artemis,” Annabeth greeted her. “This is turning into quite a day. We’ve never had any gods or goddesses come to see our new place, but now we’ve had two turn up within five minutes of each other? I don’t really know what’s going on here, but I’m very interested to find out.”

She might not know what was coming, but Artemis was convinced that she did. One look into Hestia’s eyes was all that it took for her to realize that her fellow goddess had come here for the same reason she had. She did not know by what quirk of fate Artemis had fallen for the same demigod that the Goddess of the Hearth had, or how they’d happened to visit Percy and Annabeth at effectively the exact same time. But she could tell that these strange circumstances were only going to get stranger from here.

Percy was about to receive confessions from not just one virgin goddess, but two. And the girlfriend he’d gone into Tartarus to save would hold the power to decide what to do about it.

--

Artemis had been worried about how Annabeth would react to all of this, and the open look of concern on Hestia’s face would suggest that her fellow virgin goddess was even more nervous than she was. Percy, too, watched Annabeth with an uncertain look on his face. He looked more shocked than anything else, and Artemis had seen him look at both her and Hestia several times as if he were trying to make sense of the attraction they were confessing to. He'd said very little, though. He was deferring to Annabeth, and all three of them were waiting for her response.

She hadn’t reacted with anger. She’d mostly remained quiet and listened while first Artemis and then Hestia explained how they’d come to fall for her boyfriend. Now that their stories had finished, it was time for Annabeth to respond at last. Artemis watched her for any sign of what she was thinking, but she could not read the daughter of Athena at all. Her hunters were one thing, but women in love were not the sort that Artemis spent her time with.

“Only you, Seaweed Brain,” Annabeth said, before smiling and shaking her head. “Of course you managed to seduce not just one goddess, but two—and virgin goddesses at that!”

“I wasn’t trying to seduce anyone,” Percy said quickly. Annabeth laughed and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from panicking.

“I know you weren’t,” she said. “You weren’t trying to seduce me either, and it happened anyway. And we both know that there was a time when Rachel Elizabeth Dare would have loved to take you for herself.” Annabeth looked at Artemis and Hestia, sitting next to each other on the couch. “But it sounds like these goddesses don’t want to take you all for themselves. Is that right? Are you two willing to share?”

“I am,” Artemis said, nodding. Actively participating in polyamory would have been unfathomable to her until recently, but she never would have expected to long for a man in the first place.

“As am I,” Hestia said quietly. “I wouldn’t dream of doing anything to hurt you, Annabeth. But Percy has made me feel things I’ve never felt for anyone before. I’d never want you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with, and I promise I will never bother you with this again if you say no. Percy is your boyfriend, and I respect that.” She looked away. “But I knew I would regret it forever if I didn’t at least ask if you were willing to share him.”

Annabeth was silent for a long moment, seemingly enjoying the fact that two goddesses were hanging on her answer. Finally, she nodded her head.

“Okay,” she said. “If you’re not going to try and steal him from me, and respect that he’s my boyfriend, I don’t mind letting you both share a piece of him sometimes.”

Artemis heard Hestia suck in a breath beside her, and she herself froze at how easily Annabeth had agreed to this. She’d expected that it would take some persuading and lots of promises about respecting that Percy was Annabeth’s lover first, and that was only if the demigod didn’t flatly refuse from the beginning. But all it had taken was her and Hestia explaining how they’d fallen for Percy and saying that they were willing to share, and Annabeth was seemingly agreeing. It was stunning how smoothly this had gone.

Percy looked the most surprised of all, though. He was staring at Annabeth like she’d suddenly grown a second head, or was speaking a language he didn’t understand. He opened and closed his mouth several times without getting out more than a couple of syllables, but he finally put the words together on his next attempt.

“Are you serious?” he mumbled. “You’re not serious, are you? Is this a trick? It’s gotta be a trick.”

“It’s not a trick,” Annabeth said, smirking at him. “I’m serious about this, Percy. You know I love you, and I love having sex with you. But if I even tried to keep up with you in bed for more than a night or two, I wouldn’t be able to walk. Your sexual appetite is bottomless, Seaweed Brain.” She looked at the two goddesses sitting on the couch. “Having some help to keep you happy sounds great to me.”

“I have to confess that I wasn’t expecting this,” Hestia said. “I assumed this couldn’t go anywhere near this easily.”

“If it had been Aphrodite and Hera, it wouldn’t have,” Annabeth said, smiling. “But I trust both of you when you say that you will respect my relationship with Percy and not try to steal him from me or interfere with what we have.”

“I won’t,” Artemis said seriously, looking directly at Annabeth. The blonde smiled and nodded at her, showing that she understood and believed her.

“Nor will I,” Hestia whispered. “If you’re really willing to let us be with him, I swear to you that I will always respect your relationship.”

“I believe you,” Annabeth said. “That’s why I’m willing to do this for you.” She looked back at Percy. “But the final decision isn’t mine to make. I’m willing to let this happen, and I swear that it isn’t a trick, Percy. You can sleep with Hestia and Artemis, and I swear on the River Styx that I won’t get angry. But do you want to sleep with them?”

--

“Ready for this, Hestia?”

"I'm ready, Percy," Hestia said, smiling up at the young man who had unexpectedly stolen her heart. She'd always tried to maintain peace and harmony among everyone, gods and mortals alike. Seeing people happy and getting along always delighted Hestia.

She'd never expected that she would experience this kind of harmony with any man, but Percy Jackson had unwittingly made her fall for him, and improbable as it was, Annabeth had given them both permission to do this. Hestia, the virgin Goddess of the Hearth, was about to give her virginity away to the young man who had captivated her.

“Remember to take it slowly, Percy,” Annabeth said. “She’s a virgin goddess. This is her first time. Take care of her, just like you took care of me during our first time.”

“I know,” Percy said, smiling down at Hestia and easing his cock into her slowly. “I’ll take very good care of her, I promise.”

Hestia believed every word. She would have believed it no matter what because she trusted Percy. But the tender look in his green eyes as he entered her almost made her want to cry. There was such feeling in that look, such fondness, such love. She never thought that she would have any man look at her this way or that she would even want such. When she had started desiring Percy, she’d been afraid that it wasn’t possible for her to be in this position. He already had Annabeth, and the love between them was too strong to be broken, even if Hestia had been the type to try and come between them.

But here she was, staring up at Percy in amazement as he eased his cock deeper into her slowly. And Annabeth was right there, sitting just beside the bed and smiling while she watched her boyfriend take her virginity. Hestia was going to treasure this unlikely moment forever.

Annabeth was his girlfriend, but Hestia felt like she was the center of Percy's entire world as he slowly moved back and forth inside of her. Her body had never experienced anything like this before, but having Percy make love to her felt like the most natural thing in the world. It wasn't just about how slowly he was moving. While she appreciated the care he was showing her with every deliberate thrust back and forth, her contentment was far more about the way he was looking at her. Annabeth was always going to be in his life and in his heart, but seeing him staring into her eyes like this while he tenderly took her virginity, Hestia felt his love for her.

The trust had built between Hestia and Percy over the years, starting back on his very first day at Camp Half-Blood, even if he hadn't known who she was back then. But he certainly knew her and trusted her now. When the time had come, he'd called her not only the last Olympian but the most important of them. She was used to being overlooked by demigods, but Percy saw her. And right now, he saw nothing but her. Hestia had never felt more loved or more appreciated than she did now, feeling him thrusting within her slowly while his hands lovingly caressed her body. Though this was her first time, she knew that far too many men would look at her beneath them and see only her physical attractiveness and the pleasure that he could take from her. She'd heard too many complaints to count from women who had endured selfish lovers, and it had not given Hestia any desire to shed her status as a virgin goddess and take a man into bed. Luckily, the man she'd finally chosen to give herself to was nothing like that. Percy was making this all about her. She could tell that he was watching her face and listening to her quiet moans and gasps, trying to determine if what he was doing was working and, if not, what he could do to change it.

Nothing needed to change, at least not for her benefit. She didn't need Percy to thrust any faster or touch her body any differently. Everything that he was doing felt wonderful for her, and she wouldn’t have changed any of it.

“Well?” Annabeth asked, breaking what could have been minutes or hours of intimate silence, so focused had Hestia been on sharing her first time with the demigod who’d made her feel desire and attraction for the first time. “How is it? Does she feel good, Percy?”

“Better than good,” Percy said. “She feels perfect.” He was responding to Annabeth, but he continued to stare into Hestia’s eyes while he thrust.

"Better than me?" Annabeth asked. Her voice was light and teasing, but Percy raised his head to look at her and respond anyway.

“You feel perfect, too,” Percy said. “I was already the luckiest man alive to have you, Annabeth. Don’t know how I got lucky enough for this, too, but thank you.”

“I think the virgin goddesses in our bedroom know how you got lucky enough to have this happen,” Annabeth said, meeting Hestia’s eyes and smiling. “But I think you have more important things to focus on than me, don’t you?”

“Nothing is more important to me than you,” Percy said back immediately.

“Aww, you still managed to be romantic and sweet even while your dick is buried in another woman’s pussy,” Annabeth said. “I think you’re better with words than you give yourself credit for sometimes. But there will be time for you to romance me later. For now, you should focus on giving the Goddess of Family what she came here for. She’s trusting you with her first time, Percy. After all this time, she picked you. That’s a lot to live up to.”

The look in Percy’s eyes changed, and there was a noticeable difference in how he moved now. His thrusts didn't become dramatically faster or harder, but he did seem to be angling his hips up like he thought it would bring her more pleasure. That being his goal became apparent when he moved his right hand between her legs and started to rub around her clit. Percy was focusing on trying to bring her the greatest pleasure possible, and it was working.

Hestia was already enjoying herself, but now the pleasure became like a roaring fire that the Goddess of Fire could do naught but embrace. She moaned and stared up at Percy with wide eyes, pleading with him to keep doing what he was doing and see this through to the end. He had no intention of stopping, of course, and seeing the way he was affecting her only made him more certain of what he was doing. His thrusts continued at this same upward angle, and his fingers played with her clitoris like it was an instrument.

After all these years, Hestia finally shared her body with a man and experienced the same pleasures that so many others had bragged about. But she didn't care how many opportunities she'd missed or how many more lovers Aphrodite, Demeter, and others had taken. Hestia needed only one lover, and if she hadn't already been convinced that Percy Jackson was worth the wait, the pleasure that the handsome demigod brought her at the end of her first time settled the matter once and for all.

--

“You really want me involved?” Annabeth said, raising an eyebrow.

“I do,” Artemis said, nodding. Annabeth had been kind enough to allow this to happen, so it seemed only proper to her that she involve the daughter of Athena in her pleasure. “But I won’t try to convince you if you aren’t interested, of course.”

“Oh, I’m happy to join in, if that’s what you want,” Annabeth said. “I just figured you’d want your first time to be one-on-one.”

“I don’t.” Artemis moved onto her hands and knees on the bed and left space for Annabeth to crawl in and join her. “You refused an offer to join my hunters, but I would like to share this with you.”

“Then how about you try using your mouth on me?” Annabeth said. She crawled onto the bed and spread her legs, baring her sex in front of Artemis’ face. “I like it when Percy does that for me.”

"I won't let it be said that I was unwilling to try and do the same for you," she said. She put her hands on Annabeth's thighs, leaned her head in, and began to lick her.

She had never had sex with anyone, man or woman, so she had never used her mouth to please a woman before. But she was attentive, and Annabeth had no problem asking for what she wanted and guiding her in the right direction. Within a couple of minutes of licking, Artemis had Annabeth moaning and running a hand through her hair in approval.

“You're figuring this out quickly," Annabeth praised. "Whenever you're ready to see if you can handle eating me out while my boyfriend takes your virginity, you can pinch my thigh." Artemis wasted no time in pinching the skin of Annabeth's thigh between her fingers. She'd never desired a man or even had an interest in spending time around a man until recently, but she was quite ready to feel Percy's cock make her a virgin goddess no longer. "Guess she's ready, Percy. Time for you to deflower the Goddess of Maidenhood."

Percy chuckled, perhaps at the irony of that statement, but all Artemis cared about was his hands on her hips and his dick sliding forward to become the first to penetrate her. Her body had never known or wanted a man's touch, but Percy's cock went in easily like they were meant for each other. She'd never viewed sexual intercourse in such a sentimental way, but the idea of Percy being a natural fit inside her pleased Artemis a great deal. Perhaps her distaste for and mistrust of men really had been her waiting for the right one to come along, and after all this time, he was here, holding her hips and giving her something she never could have imagined wanting until recently.

He went slowly to begin with, rocking in and out of her with careful thrusts, but he must have been able to somehow sense how she was feeling because he gradually built speed and put more into his thrusts when Artemis grew more comfortable. She quickly found that she had a taste for harder thrusts, and Percy gave them to her without her needing to ask for them.

She was glad she didn't have to communicate what she was feeling to him, because that would have meant pulling her head out from between Annabeth's legs. Artemis was learning she liked the feeling of a large dick pounding into her from behind, and she also learned that the taste of Annabeth on her tongue was a pleasant favor that she could get used to. Licking Annabeth, listening to her moan, and feeling her hands in her hair and her hips rolling against her face took what would have been a fulfilling first sexual experience and elevated it to a completely different level. With every thrust from Percy and every moan that she drew out of Annabeth, Artemis became more comfortable with where she was, what she was doing, and who she was doing it with. The Goddess of the Hunt and Wilderness had always felt most at home hunting in quiet solitude, but she felt she’d found a new home in the bed of Percy and Annabeth.

“You know, there’s another title Artemis goes by that I think applies here, Percy,” Annabeth said after several minutes. “She’s also the Goddess of Childbirth. I know she’s always stayed away from men, but now that she’s here, maybe she expects you to knock her up.”

Percy chuckled while keeping up his thrusts, and Artemis assumed that he’d taken Annabeth’s comment as a joke. But the seed that the blonde had just planted took root within Artemis at once. She moaned into Annabeth’s pussy, and then lifted her head up so she could talk.

“Yes!” she cried out. “Breed me, Percy Jackson!” That was all she got out before Annabeth’s hands pushed on the back of her head, pressing her mouth against her pussy once again.

“You heard her, Percy,” Annabeth said. “Better give her what she wants.”

"Not really sure how we got here, but I know better than to disagree with you," Percy said. "Either of you." He slapped Artemis' buttocks with his right hand and gave her the hardest, deepest thrust he had yet. His hand stayed on her butt, and that hard pace became the norm. Percy, who had been so gentle and loving with Hestia throughout her first time, was now fucking Artemis hard from behind. It was exactly what she wanted, and she never wanted it to stop. She matched the pace by eating Annabeth out with more enthusiasm than ever. Annabeth moaned, grabbed her head, and rocked against her face.

"My clit!" Annabeth said through a moan. "Lick my clit, Artemis!" Artemis was more than happy to follow that direction. She delighted in the way Annabeth's moans got deeper, and she started humping her face. Annabeth was a woman who knew what she wanted, and Artemis was happy that she was able to give it to her. It was the least that she could do after the daughter of Athena had been gracious enough to let her have this, and she genuinely enjoyed doing it. If every sexual encounter she ever had with Percy also included intimate contact between her and Annabeth, she would consider that a welcome bonus.

It took considerable effort for her to continue licking Annabeth’s clit the way she wanted when Percy’s thrusts were consuming more of her heart and soul by the second. Every deep thrust brought him closer to finishing inside of her, and Artemis couldn’t wait to get there. She would have begged him to pound her and seed her if her mouth had been free, but she settled for keeping up her work between Annabeth’s legs and trusting that Percy would keep taking care of her through the end.

She heard him grunting with exertion and felt his hands on her hips and butt. Though she'd never been like this with a man before, she could tell that he was getting close. She closed her eyes and willed him to keep going for just a little bit longer while Annabeth tugged her hair, pressed her legs against the side of her face, and squirted all over her.

“Fuck,” he muttered. His voice came out more like a growl, his hands squeezed her hips, and he began to erupt inside of her. Artemis moaned into Annabeth’s pussy as she felt Percy’s seed filling her, and between the pleasure of her first fuck and the excitement of Percy and his lover teasing her with the possibility of breeding, Artemis closed her eyes and welcomed the immense pleasure of her own orgasm that washed over her.

“Are you still cumming, Percy?” Annabeth mumbled after a few moments. “Wow, you really might knock her up at this rate.”

If that was the case, Artemis would welcome it. As long as Annabeth allowed it, this was merely going to be the first of many visits she paid to their bedroom, and she couldn’t wait to feel more of everything these two demigods had just introduced her to.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I wouldn’t mind if you tried to breed me too next time, Percy,” Hestia quietly requested, speaking up for the first time since Artemis had taken her place on the bed. She’d been so quiet that Artemis had honestly forgotten she was even in the room with them.

“Looks like you’re going to be a pretty busy guy, Percy,” Annabeth laughed. “Now that we have a couple of horny goddesses around to share the load, maybe I’ll actually be able to start getting some sleep.”