Chapter 46

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The door was opened by a strikingly beautiful woman, smelling of chocolate and spice and all things nice. She had beautiful blue eyes, not stormy and electrical like mine, but sparkling eyes that seemed to exude warmth.

I could see why Poseidon fell for the woman.

"Yes?" She asked with raised brows, after a few seconds of staring. Warmth and curiosity excluded from her, and I was instantly... interested.

"Sally Jackson?" I asked with a growing smile.

She nodded, though her eyes were more guarded. She was still overly friendly, and exuding charm and comfort, but she was definitely expecting bad news.

What a shame it was, that I came bearing the bad news indeed. But that wasn't a reason not to try my very best in my hunt...

With a smooth practiced move, I took her hand in mine and bought it to my lips.

"Nice to meet you miss Jackson, my name is Mikael." She looked shocked for a moment before her whole face brightened with a hesitant smile, and I almost felt it a crime that I had to deliver some bad news.

"And I would like to talk to you about your son." I finished, almost wincing as she visibly aged at my words.

She was still a great beauty, and I was jealous to see the ring on her finger. But she seemed to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders in that moment.

She opened her pretty mouth to reply but a shout came from inside, interrupting the most sacred process of seduction.

"Sally, who's there!?" A man's voice barked out, I was of mind to go and break some bones. "You'd better not be wasting time outside!"

I frowned at the man's words. If I kill him, will Sally look at me like a hero or a villain?

The woman winced from the shout, and I could see a sliver of genuine tension and nervousness in her body.

I knew, just knew, that the man had hit her.

"Can we talk someplace else please?" She asked quietly. "I work around grand Central station..."

I repressed the urge to scratch my head. Should I accept the offer and spend some alone time with a pretty lady? Or should I show this stupid man who's the boss?

Lust vs pride, lust vs pride, lust vs pride...

"Will you be opposed to me using mind magic on your– on the man." I cut myself from calling that piece of shit her husband.

Her eyes lit up in excitement before dimming and getting guarded again. "Like the mist? I–I can't ask that of you–"

"Nonsense." I cut her off with a sharp smile, the brief excitement in her eyes was enough of an answer for me. "I'd be happy to be of service."

I entered the house, inside what I believed to be the living room. Television was blaring loudly, while beer cans littered around the floor, all leading to the smelliest man I've ever known or seen sprawling upon a cushion with his legs spread, a lit cigar loosely held in his mouth.

He looked up at me lazily, speaking around his cigar. "Who the hell are you? Some kinda celebrity model? Don't expect me to beg for some damned autogra-"

I didn't give him more time to talk. In a second, I crossed the room and buried my knuckles inside his stomach. For me, it was a light tap. For him? He heaved out food, beer and vomit upon his stomach, fear overtaking his face as he stared around wildly.

My second tap to the head knocked him out cleanly. 'Hopefully he'll survive.'

Or not, who cares.

"I–I thought you will use mist on him?" Sally asked with a frown, though she didn't look distressed, nor did she seem fearful.

"I apologize, miss Jackson." I stressed the miss part just a bit. "But I found myself deeply offended by his words... and his stench. You shouldn't put up with a piece of trash like this. But fear not, I will alter his memories before leaving."

"I..I see." She was definitely more reserved now, her eyes flickering to the door and back, before just nodding with a tentative smile. "Thank you."

With a wave of my hand, I manipulated the air to pick up the fat pig, the pig's vomit, and every piece of trash in the room, and threw it to another room.

Sally looked around in surprise and a slight awe, but she took it a lot better than any mortal I've met. Though I haven't talked to many...there was just one thing I did with mortal women, and talking ain't it.

In less than 15 minutes, we were sitting against each other with a cup of... blue tea and blue biscuits in front of us.

Very... interesting.

"To get to the point, the lightning bolt has been stolen. You know what that is?"

"Of course." She nodded easily, not growing offended at me insinuating her ignorance.

"Well, Zeus didn't like th–"

I was cut off as she sat up in alarm. "You shouldn't speak a god's name like that." She hissed out, worried and urgent. "Especially not his.

I smirked slightly. "Well...I'm sure my father wouldn't mind me speaking his name."

A healthy dose of shock and alarm seemed to assault her as she sat upright, though resignation soon clouded her face, her sudden strength leaving her. "Tell me honestly, are you here to finish us off?...I wish to make a single request, please...will you–"

"Calm down woman, I'm not here to kill anyone." I dragged her back down to her seat. "You are quite safe, both you and your son. I give you my word."

After managing to calm her down, I gave her the bare bones of the situation. By the end, she looked regretful but determined.

"I wanted to hide him away from that world for some more time. To let him enjoy his life and be normal." She sighed.

"I'm sorry to say this, Sally." Yeah, she asked me to call her Sally herself. "But people like Percy can never be normal. It's not in our blood to be normal. Your son will grow to be extraordinary, even amongst demigods. And just as extraordinary will be the dangers he face."

"I know." She whispered, pulling her knees to her stomach. She seemed to shrink into herself, looking small and delicate as she placed her chin on her knees. "I know. I just hoped that... maybe we could have some more time...maybe I could..."

I took this chance to palm her arm comfortingly, squeezing and caressing. "I understand. But it is time that he knew the truth. My father may leave him alone for now, but my more...down-in-earth uncle wouldn't be as generous."

She stared at me, suddenly realizing whom I meant, before letting lose a small startled laugh only to abruptly stop with a slap on her mouth.

'Why does this woman deny herself simple pleasures of life?' I decided to do something about it.

"Oh, no need to stop on my accords. I'd hate to keep such a beauty from enjoying herself." I said, still clutching one of her palms in my hand, slowly trailing my fingers up and down.

She laughed again, though much more polite and controlled this time, with a her palm covering her mouth. "You are too kind."

"I wasn't trying to be kind. Simple truth, really." I said with a charming smile, still caressing her hand.

Yes, I knew it was a 'charming smile'. Even married women said so.

She rolled her eyes at me, even as her cheeks reddened slightly. "You should try this with girls your age, young man. I'm almost your mother's age."

"Unless you are secretly thousands of years old, I'd say you are wrong. Besides, are you sure it's not working? Cause I can see your cheeks becoming a very lovely shade of red."

Her blush darkened, though she herself looked apologetic, and ever so slightly fearful. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were a god."

Her eyes widened slightly as she hastily proceeded to explain. "Not that you don't look like one of course! Far from it."

I waved a hand to calm her down. "I'm not a god. Not completely atleast. Though I'm flattered you think I look like one."

I wiggled my eyebrows at her cheekily. Though I wasn't flattered. Not really.

It was a simple fact of life that I've accepted completely.

Her breath hitched and her blush darkened, though she abruptly stood up, snatching her hand from me. "I–I don't think we...I mean, I'm married and old, you shouldn't treat me like some young lady."

I walked towards her slowly, cautiously. "But you are indeed a young lady, and I'm an immortal. Age does not matter to us. You should know that."

I came to stand just behind her, very close but not touching. And then I bought a hand up to her shoulder, gently massaging the tense muscles. "You should try and enjoy your life more."

I pressed myself closer slightly, just letting my chest hug her back as my fingers dug into her neck and shoulders. "You deserve better than that pig."

By this time she was panting heavily, and I could smell the arousal off of her...along with just the tiniest bit of hesitation and resistance...

Honestly, I was shocked that she was still resisting me. With my looks and physique, and my expert charming and seducing skills, no mortal women has ever rejected my advances.

Specially someone like Sally, who were stuck with a pig of a man, and hadn't experienced the pleasures of life for god knows how long.

One thing I was sure of though, was that Sally Jackson has not been with a man since Poseidon. Which was 12 years ago. And how fucked up was that? Getting pregnant in her early twenties and then never touching another man?

Damn, she had my respect.

And lust.

"Please." She whispered with half-hearted desperation, though not quite succeeding in keeping the moan off of it. "We shouldn't do this. It's... it's so wrong."

Yet, she did nothing to reject my touch. Even as I completely pressed myself against her, letting my thick throbbing cock snuggle against her behind, while my fingers massaged under her shoulder, almost pressing against the side of her breasts.

"Relax, Sally." I whispered, leaving a trail of kisses from her ears to her neck. "I'm not here to make your life difficult. I'm here to help you instead, and make you truly realize...how pleasurous our world can be."

My hands suddenly tightened upon her breasts, eliciting a gasp as my fingers kneaded the soft but firm flesh through her clothes. A moan of pleasure finally left her as the tip of my finger circled her nipples, pinching and stroking.

"Don't worry about your son either. I will make sure of his safety. Only gods could hope to harm him with me by his side. So simply...relax."

"Pro-promise me." She managed to gasp out.

"Promise." My power extended around us, dominating her entire world, burning away the last flickers of her resistance.

[Skill Leveled Up: Seduction] Lvl 7

That seemed to finally do the trick and the woman began actively pushing her tits further into his palms, panting and moaning all the while.

A simple flex of my will had my clothes disappearing entirely, letting my heated beastly rod out free to create havoc.

I squeezed her tits hard, while constantly gyrating against her behind to properly make her feel my entire package.

She let out another low moan as my fingers finally tore through her thin shirt, finally making contact with her bared tits.

"Ther–there's a bed...inside.." She barely managed to squeeze out of her throat before my mouth clamped down on them, sucking and licking as my hands ripped apart her jeans as well.

I dragged her over to deeper into the house, taking her to her own room.

The bed was right there, ready and inviting, and yet I had other plans for it.

With my dick still thrusting and rubbing against her arse through her panties, I pushed the woman on her bed, bending her over on its edge.

All the while she moaned and writhed in pleasure.

"Please..." She gasped out. "...Don't tease too much."

I laughed, slapping her firm and plump behind. "I'm happy to start with main course."

Instead of tearing away her panty, I simply slid the thin cloth to one side, the erotic display of her puffy wet lips peeking around the thin line of her panty being simply too arousing a sight to let go.

Then, with the bunched up panty still clutched in my hand, I finally positioned myself at her glistening entrance, feeling the heat and tightness as I slowly started to push.

Her legs shook terribly, with her whole body jerking uncontrollably as my rocket slowly made its way into her galaxy.

"Oh, please!" She moaned out heavily, pushing her face into the bed to muffle her scream as I finally buried myself deep inside her.

I stopped moving for a second, surprised by the tightness of her wet channel as it spasmed around my shaft, squeezing and massaging as she went through an orgasm.

"Already?" I asked, a little confused but very much proud.

For the first time since I started my ministrations on her, Sally looked back at me, staring deep in my eyes. "Shut up and fuck me."

With the widest smirk growing on my face, I took hold of her hips, slowly pulling out. "Yes, ma'am."

Then, with a renewed force, I slammed myself back in her pussy, proceeding to giving her the fucking she deserved.

I rode into her with the force of a god, rocking her world, and her bed, into oblivion.

From there, the day proceeded into a passionate bout of debauchery, with me railing Sally Jackson against her own bed. Then railing her again over the said bed, before finally ending our day of purely pleasurous depravity by driving her into the said bed through the good old missionary fucking, with my mouth stuck to her breasts and her nails futilely trying to gouge out my back.

It must've been well into the evening by the time we were finally done.

After the haze of lust left her though, she was quite upset with herself, feeling disgusted and burdened with what she'd done. It took me awhile to set her straight, with another couple bouts of rough fucking to completely drive the point home.

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In the end, the day was a...smashing success for me...

Okay, I'm horrible.

For the next few days, I did question myself upon it.

Why the hell did I feel the need to rail a young mother like that?

In the end, the answer was simple. Sally was a beautiful woman, and I was a horny bastard. Plus she deserved a little bit of happiness, and I only knew a single way to give women the said happiness.

The fact that she was Poseidon's former flame had nothing to do with it. Or the fact that I enjoyed her screaming my name with the same mouth that Poseidon must have loved kissing. Or the fact that she enthusiastically claimed I was the best she's ever had, basically confirming I was better than Poseidon.

Yep, none of these things mattered to me, no sir.

In the next few months that I spent in Yancy academy, teaching Percy how to fight, I came back to her house to screw her almost every weekend. We both knew this was a temporary thing, with neither owing each other any sort of responsibility, so I took every bit of advantage from the situation to properly carve her lower canals into the shape of my dick. And she let me do it quite happily...and enthusiastically.

And one thing was clear to both of us, her life was definitely a lot better than before, especially with Gabe becoming a mindless slave.

Even better was the fact that Percy Jackson was an alright kid, and I wouldn't have to break the divine promise I'd made to Sally about protecting the boy.

The academy itself was quite boring, especially once my rage as the new hot student died away (though that was more due to me limiting my looks to more mortal levels).

But things picked up in pace when our trip to the Manhattan museum was announced.

I could simply feel it really, that the time was coming close.

And I needed to be ready.