A Feisty Form of Worship (PJO/Road to El Dorado) (Patreon)

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Themes: Big Dick, Mind Break, Rough Sex  

Summary: Due to divine shenanigans, Percy Jackson finds himself back in time and arriving in the City of Gold instead of a certain pair of fleecers and posers. Given that he's an actual demigod, his ability to pass as a divine being is a lot higher, leading to even a heavy thinker like Chel deciding he's worthy of her worship. VERY worthy of her worship... 

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“Yeesh, what a mess… Annabeth is going to tan my hide for this…”

For the first time in her life, Chel minds her tongue. She doesn’t say a word, because the street-wise young woman is quite sure that this is some sort of test… it has to be. How else does one explain a god of all things lounging back on the couch, rubbing his hand across his forehead, and against all odds, managing to give off the vibe of a young foreign man?

And there was no denying he WAS a god. The beautiful tanned Southern American woman had seen it with her own eyes. When she and the guards who had been chasing after her had first run into the guy, Chel hadn’t thought much of him. He’d looked a little befuddled and confused and unsure of himself. But she’d been all too happy to try and use him as a meat shield… and to her surprise, when he’d seemingly realized what was going on, he’d been all too happy to defend her as well.

It was the way that he defended her that had shattered Chel’s world view and led to the guards declaring him a god. Not only had an arrow from one of the men bounced off of his body like he was made of stone… he’d called forth the water from the waterfall like magic, wielding it like he’d been the one to put it on this earth in the first place as it answered his call.

He was a god, even Chel had accepted that, for all that she was feisty, rebellious, and altogether unafraid to speak her mind. So, when the guards had effectively prostrated themselves before him and begged his forgiveness, Chel had bowed down to. And when it had been decided that she would be in his charge, given it was his ‘divine decision’ to spare her, well, Chel had had to go along with that as well.

And now here she was, sitting in the lavish quarters that the young-looking god had been given, watching him act like little more than a man before her. He was… fascinating, truth be told. Intoxicating, in a way. She wanted… Chel bites her lower lip as she leans forward, staring intently at the god, her hands in her lap.

Suddenly, his eyes snap open and look at her, as if he could feel her gaze upon him. Chel immediately stiffens and straightens up, dropping her gaze to the ground. No matter how bad she might want to launch into a barrage of questions, even she knows better than to piss off an actual god. Though, maybe she could make herself useful to him in another way. He looked to be close to her own age. Why would a god take such a form, why would a god save her, if he weren’t… interested?

“Shit. I forgot you were here. Um, sorry. We should… talk.”

Blinking, Chel lifts her head and nods.

“I would like that very much. I have many questions, actually.”

Before she can ask everything that’s on her mind, the youthful god lifts a hand and stops her, grimacing slightly.

“Yeah, I’ll try to answer as best I can, but uh, first let me talk, and then you ask your questions. Sound good?”

Well, she wasn’t about to say no to the man who could control water, and who’s skin was imperious to arrows, now was she? Chel nods, and the god lets out a sigh.

“Okay, cool. So, first things first… my name is Percy Jackson. What’s yours?”

Percy Jackson… a strange name for a god, but then, he was obviously a foreign god, going off his skin and hair color, wasn’t he? Licking her lips, Chel wiggles in place.

“My name is Chel.”

“Okay, good. Nice to meet you, Chel. Let’s just get down to it… I’m not a god.”

Chel scoffs at that, opening her mouth to tell the god that he doesn’t have to keep testing her willingness to believe, or whatever this is. But before the thicc South American woman can speak, Percy continues.

“I’m a demigod. Basically, I’m the son of a god.”

Wait, what? Chel blinks owlishly, and Percy grins sheepishly, shrugging.

“Yeah. I’m not sure if you guys have those here… maybe not. I kind of feel like I’m not just out of place… I’m out of time. Not sure how that works, but it’s like I’ve got this temporal sense screaming at me that I’m in the wrong era at the moment. But anyways, I’m Percy Jackson, son of the Greek God of the Sea, Poseidon, and my human mother, Sally Jackson. That’s how I’m a demigod. Half divine, half man.”

… She believes him. She’s not sure why, but there’s a sincerity to this young… demigod? Chel licks her lips, and then asks the obvious.

“… Why did you not correct the others then, when they proclaimed you a god?”

Percy looks sheepish for a moment, and a little like a caged animal. He looks to the side, before finally shrugging his shoulders.

“Ah, well, um… it seemed like you’d have be in trouble if I weren’t a god? Like the fact that I stopped them with the waterfall was the only reason that you got off scot-free? So, I figured I should play along with it, to keep you safe.”

He sounds uncertain himself, at the beginning. But by the end of the explanation, his sincerity and surety of his convictions is obvious to see. His determination and resolve… are somewhat awe-inspiring to behold. Chel’s mouth is dry as she stares at the young demigod, fully believing his words. And with that, the young woman decides she’s definitely got to have him.

Hopping to her feet, the tanned beauty prances over, grinning impishly as her loose top causes her chest to bounce with her movements and draw his eye. When she arrives before this Percy Jackson, Chel unceremoniously drops to her knees, places her hands on his legs, and spreads them open.

“What… what are you doing?”

Looking up at him, Chel lifts an eyebrow, before letting her impish grin grow even wider.

“What does it look like? It is clear now that you are my hero… and heroes get rewarded.”

Her savior opens his mouth to respond to that, only for Chel to hook her thumbs into her top and yank it down, letting her large breasts bounce free of their confines. That shuts him up, as she hoped it would, and as she leans forward, pressing her tits together with her arms, Chel reaches out and begins the process of extricating Percy’s cock from his clothing.

The demigod’s clothing is like nothing she’s ever seen before, to be quite honest, but the button and the strange little toggle that she finds she can pull down to split open the top bit are pretty easy to figure out for one as inquisitive and curious as her. The extra layer of cloth UNDER the top layer is a bit annoying, but once she reaches past it and puts her hand on his actual cock, a wide smile spreads across her face.

That smiles morphs into something utterly surprised when she pulls Percy’s cock out, only to find that it’s absolutely massive. Chel is no virgin. In fact, she’s been labeled as a whore and seductress by some of the others in the city more than once. She’s neither, but she’s also not a prude. She’s free with her body and with her love, and always has been. Plus, she’s all alone in this world, her parents long dead. Sometimes, she needed a bed to sleep in, and if that involved sharing it with a man, then fine, she’d do what she had to.

But this wasn’t what Chel had to. It was obvious to her that this Percy Jackson had no designs on her body, no plans to force her to do anything in exchange for his help. And yet… this was what Chel wanted to do. She wanted to reward him… she just wasn’t expecting him to be so BIG.

“You’re… you’re huge, Percy Jackson…”

“A-Ah, just Percy… and thanks, I guess?”

Blinking owlishly, Chel leans forward and experimentally licks at Percy’s cock. It tastes… surprisingly clean? She keeps licking, and Percy groans as she begins to subconsciously worship his member, lapping at his girthy shaft, swirling her tongue around his tip, eventually suckling at his cockhead. Without even hesitating, Chel takes her bared tits and wraps the caramel orbs of fleshy goodness around her savior’s massive member.

It's thanks to her breasts that she’s able to handle the rest of him, because if she had his entire cock to fellate, the thicc young woman would be far too daunted by the task to actually accomplish it. Instead, Chel slurps and sucks and bobs up and down on the first few inches of his cock, even as she wraps the rest of him up in her milk jugs and slides them up and down his length, pinching and pulling her nipples as she does so, which in turn causes her to send reverberating moans through his cockhead.

“F-Fuck, Chel… that feels so damn good. But… you don’t have to do this, you know?”

Hmph, of course she knew, but it was clear that her savior was getting the wrong impression. As it stood, he was probably going to blow soon… so, Chel speeds up, both as an answer to his query, and to see him tilt over the edge.

“Oh fuuuck…”

And with that, he begins to cum. She probably should have expected it, but his load is much thicker and viscous and just all around larger than any man from the city she’s ever blown. Chel’s eyes widen, and her chubby cheeks balloon outwards as she tries and fails to handle his load. In the end, she’s blasted back a few inches, and ends up with her head tilted up as the rest of Percy’s cum geysers up out of his dick, only to come back down across her hair, face, shoulders, and the top of her tits in an excessive spray.

A load of cum as big as the cock and balls that produced it, Chel absently and dazedly supposes, even as she licks around her mouth, lapping up his cum. It tastes… divine? That’s all Chel can really think, and she can’t get enough of it. But also… she wants more. She wants more of HIM, not just his cum.

“Chel…”

Before he can continue, the beautiful young woman stands, spins around, and tears her loincloth off of her body as well, revealing every last inch of her gorgeous, caramel figure to the demigod’s eyes. More importantly, she shows off what she considers her best feature, even better than her breasts… her fat, beautiful backside, and her thicc, thicc thighs. All of the guys she’s been with have loved taking her from behind, so she assumes Percy will be the same way.

A moment later, after letting out a guttural, bestial noise, Chel is proven right. Percy’s hands grip her by the hips, and she’s subsequently bent over right then and there. The gorgeous young woman grabs hold of her ankles for stability as Percy thrusts forward into her dripping cunt without a single iota of fanfare. His cock, massive and thick and so much bigger than anything that the young woman has taken before, splits Chel open and makes her SCREAM as she arches her back from the pleasure.

Of course, Percy immediately hesitates, stopping his motion with his cock over halfway buried inside of her as he calls out in concern.

“Chel? Are you-?”

“D-Don’t you dare stop now, hero! F-Fuck me! Fucking teach me how to worship your divine cock!”

If Percy is a little nonplussed by her words, he doesn’t show it… he just starts fucking her again, which is all Chel wants, for now at least. In the long term, she’s also hoping to tie herself to this demigod enough to get to follow him, whenever he finally leaves, but for now, she’s not even thinking about that. Her brain is too busy melting out of her ears as Percy fucks her from behind, soon clapping into her thicc caramel ass cheeks with his crotch as he buries every last inch of his utterly massive cock inside of her cunt.

Her inner walls clench and squeeze around the demigod’s impressive member as he fucks her, and Chel herself has never felt such pleasure, even as she clings to her own ankles for dear life, bent over with her legs spread wide to accommodate Percy and his powerful thrusts. If not for his hands on her hips, she suspects she’d be flat on her face right now, but he’s holding her up, keeping her in place as he fucks her like she’s never been fucked before.

She wonders if all demigods are like him, or if Percy is just special. Either way, Chel is ready to give up her rebellious ways and settle into a life of fervent religious worship to this so-called demigod. Frankly, she didn’t see what the difference was between Percy and an actual god. He had power, he had strength… and he had a big fucking cock that was stirring up her insides like they’d never been stirred up before.

Full, pillowy lips forming into a wide O, Chel’s eyes roll back in her head as she orgasms explosively yet again around Percy’s pistoning prick. His plundering of the depths of her cunt continues unabated while this is happening, until eventually her repeated climaxes finally seem to tip him over the edge.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum!”

And then he starts to pull out of her, like he’s not going to cum inside, and Chel certainly isn’t about to have that. Rearing up, her hands coming off of her ankles, she reaches back and grabs onto Percy’s wrists desperately.

“I-Inside! I want it inside! Please, please fill this worthless slut’s cunt with your seed, your grace!”

She has no idea what it is that convinces him, be it the insistent tone she starts off with, or the worshipful tone she ends with. But either way, Percy grunts and thrusts forward one final time rather than pulling out, and Chel shudders in orgasmic bliss as she feels the same amount of white hot spunk that he covered her face and tits with, filling her womb. More than any man in the city could hope to produce. More than she’d ever had inside of her before.

She’s never been so full, but as Percy unthinkingly lets go of her hips and Chel pitches forward, exhausted and already half-unconscious, she wears a wide, dopy smile on her face, even as she falls flat on it, with her ass high in the air and her freshly fucked cunt gushing with divine cum.

The last thought Chel has before consciousness flees her, with the demigod worriedly calling her name in the background, is that she’s definitely not letting this one go. He’s ruined all other men for her and thoroughly converted her… so she’ll expect him to take responsibility… just as soon as she wakes up from this pleasure coma.