A Crime Worth Doing

No temple on Olympus was quite normal inside, but Perseus mused that this had to be the strangest of them all.

The interior was a single large room with a high arched ceiling, broad double doors, and a few spherical windows. Murals coated the walls and extended all the way up the ceiling. They painted out images of families and women in dresses carrying babes, all etched onto shiny sequin-like tiles. Flat stone shelves hung from the ceiling in descending rows, tethered by chains. Along these shelves, which stretched the entire circumference of the room, no less than hundred peacocks sat and stared toward the room's middle.

The temple floor was completely flat except for a raised dais in the center. An enormous king-sized bed dominated the dais, three circular steps leading up to it. The temple's owner used it like a throne. She preferred lounging among cushions as she met guests, a way of instilling awe and intimidation. But she had just one guest now — unless you counted the multicolored multitude of birds — and he was perched on the bed himself.

Perseus sat back with his muscular legs spread in a V shape, bracing himself with his arms. He observed the peacocks, and found himself unsure if he liked the way they observed him back.

"Your pets are watching us," he said.

His answer was a wet gagging noise.

Kneeling between his legs, the naked queen of the gods glared up at him. Her head bobbed relentlessly over the top three inches of his cock… leaving seven more to go. Her hands worked feverishly against his shaft, twisting in opposite directions. She pulled her head off, gasping for air.

"Cum already!" Hera complained. "It has been at this more than an hour!"

Her large breasts hung free above a tight stomach. Her brown hair was tied into a neat bun to keep it out of the way. She had wide hips with a precisely shaped patch of pubic hair over her crotch. She was beautiful and she knew it, every bit of her appearance diligently shaped.

"If you've been sucking for an hour, and it still isn't over, that means that you're bad at this," Perseus said slowly. "Mortals would have given up by now you know."

Hera bristled. "I'll have you know that Zeus has never lasted five minutes under my tongue!"

"That sounds like a him problem."

"Well if it's so bad how should I be doing it?"

Perseus grinned.

"I'm glad you asked."

He grabbed her head and plunged it down.

Wet, guttural sounds filled the room as Perseus filled Hera's throat. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. He pulled her head up again, revealing his shaft dripping with saliva, a ring of golden lipstick around the base. Then he forced her down again.

Hera gagged as loudly as her father retching up her siblings. Her breasts swung wildly while Perseus dragged her around. A red mark was forming on his abs at precisely the spot where Hera's nose was mashed flat each time she came down, and trails of gold eyeliner ran down her face in teary streaks. She stared up at him with dazed eyes that only drove him into a frenzy.

Perseus began moving his hips to meet her halfway. His pelvis landed against her face in a series of meaty smacks. He groaned, his grin widening.

This was a blowjob.

Only when he came deep in her throat, filling her stomach with his seed, did he finally release her.

Hera gasped. Her perfect bun had come loose, leaving wild brown hair hanging past her neck. She turned away, going onto all fours as a coughing fit came over her.

The position had the side effect of waving her pussy in her partner's face. Perseus stared at her thin lower lips, decorated with short brown hair. The entire area was glistening.

"That's enough foreplay," he said.

Hera was still gasping for air. "What—"

Perseus interrupted her. He stood on the bed, rising to his full height, before grasping her hips. He yanked them up and Hera was forced to get her feet under herself, even as her hands stayed planted and her face remained staring at the bed. The result was her back arched up, as if she were a stretching cat.

Perseus shoved his dick inside her.

It entered easily, Hera more than wet enough. The bed squeaked as his feet moved him forward and back. Hera's voice returned.

"By Chaos' unfathomable snatch!" she shrieked. "I haven't been opened this wide since Hephaestus popped out!"

Perseus blinked. "Has anyone ever told you you're absolutely awful at dirty talk?"

"Shut up and fuck me! If I've finally cheated after all this time for anything less than mind-blowing sex, I'll toss you off the Olympus just like the ugly bastard!"

Perseus gulped. "As you wish M'lady."

He jammed a thumb in her asshole.

It was much more sanitary than it might've been with mortals. On goddesses the back door was more or less a tighter ornamental hole, which didn't mean they felt things back there any less.

Hera gasped. She might've said something, but Perseus' cock was still thundering through her with the force of a chariot. All she managed was to suck in air as moans burbled from her throat.

Goddesses could make themselves tighter after a night with any man, but they rarely bothered. Usually they viewed it as a hassle or an afterthought. But Perseus could feel it. He was reshaping the insides of the queen of the gods with each powerful thrust.

The only way that could happen was if she'd tightened herself specially for him — impossible, she was too proud— or if he was bigger than anything she'd had before.

"So," Perseus said, "I'm bigger than the king of the gods."

Hera snarled, "Do not push your lu—"

Before she could finish Perseus jammed the second half of his thumb into her, all the way to the knuckle. She cut off with a chirping noise akin to a cat stalking a bird.

"Honestly, you're really impressive," Perseus said. "Zeus has been cheating on you for thousands of years, but you always stuck by him. I figured he must be amazing in bed. But it turns out he's nothing special, and you still stayed loyal. Or did you not even know what sex could be like?"

With her hands still on the bed her back arched further. It wasn't even a conscious reaction. Her body was moving on its own.

"This… Not sex!" Hera gasped. "Something —uhng!— MORE!

The last word was a sentence itself, and a demand. Perseus chuckled.

"Who am I to refuse a lady!"

Perseus popped his buried thumb free — earning a sharp gasp — and ran his hands past her waist to grip her inner thighs. As soon as he had a firm hold, he lifted without a second thought.

Hera's feet left the floor. Perseus continued to fuck her doggystyle, but now with her legs spread around his waist. The new position let him reach even deeper. He'd been brushing her cervix before. Now, he was hammering it like the cushion of a carnival strength test.

"I'm cumming!" Hera shouted. "Again and again and again! It won't stop!"

"That's it," Perseus said. "This is what real sex is."

"You're tearing me open!"

"And you're squeezing me dry!"

Hera had a wonderful ass. It wasn't the best Perseus had seen or been with, but a goddess would never settle for less. It jiggled like jello as Perseus thrusted away. Her lithe, un-muscled back that had never seen a day of physical work glistened with sweat. Sex was one of the only things that could tire out an immortal. It was such a core part of what they were and how they lived that it exhausted them out faster than anything else. When the queen of the gods or any other Olympian spread her legs, they may not last much longer than one of the mortals living in the city far below.

"I can feel it," Hera moaned, a note of triumph entering her voice. "You are close. Release yourself! Grant me my spoils!"

Of course, there was a reason gods and goddesses would allow themselves to do something so draining: pleasure. Pleasure in the process, of course, but also in the result. Unless the fates were weaving a special tale, goddesses could always choose whether their eggs would be fertilized. To have sex for pleasure, and to let the man's contribution burn out in the womb, was rumored to be the greatest feeling a goddess could experience.

Though, with Perseus, it was a bit different. Hera would still get her pleasure. But as the god of sexual delight Perseus was, to his knowledge, unique. Mortal or immortal, his ejaculations would never produce offspring. He would never have a child of his own, but the benefits he got in return made it a good deal.

Perseus's balls clenched. He felt the tell-tale rush of semen through his length, and slammed Hera's hips against his own as tightly as they would go, ensuring his load was delivered deep inside her.

The sensation was so divine that Hera's arms trembled and gave out. Perseus relinquished his grip on her legs so that she wouldn't fall on her face, and she collapsed bonelessly on the bed, eyes lidded and her mouth open.

"Incredible," Hera breathed. "Truly, you lived up to your name. I will not forget this for some time."

"What?" Perseus asked. "Why are you talking like it's over?"

Hera looked up in horror. The shadow cast by Perseus' still-erect cock covered her entire face. She opened and closed her mouth, but no sound came out.

"I'm thinking missionary next," Perseus declared. "Those wonderful tits look entirely too bite-free. I've always wondered what Ares got to experience as a baby."

The smell of ozone heralded Zeus's arrival minutes before the temple doors rocketed open.

"PERSEUS!"

The doors hit the wall with such force that fissures spread across the murals. They fell forward immediately after the impact, their hinges giving out. The peacocks shrieked and scattered to the corners. For a long moment all was quiet except for the very air surrounding the king of the gods, which cracked and fizzled with electric charge.

Hera lay across her bed, nude and unstirring, which left just the frightened birds and one other to face the irate arrival.

Perseus stood frozen with a cowering peacock in his hand, most of its tail plumage missing. He was halfway through using the lost feathers to wipe his and Hera's juices away from his groin. Very slowly, he lowered the bird to the floor

"Lord Zeus, I'm so glad you're here! I was just in the process of stopping this deviant bird as it assaulted — and very thoroughly ravished, I might add — your dear wife!"

The peacock gave him a look of pure betrayal.

"Ah," Zeus said slowly. "Is that what happened?"

"What else, my lord?"

"Yes, what else. Just to check, you're absolutely certain that you are not the one who, as you put it, thoroughly ravished my wife?"

"Oh, I would never dare—"

Hera began to laugh.

It wasn't a kind anyone had heard from her before. It was loud, wild, and undignified. She crawled off the bed and down the stairs on all-fours, her hair hanging like a disheveled curtain around her face.

She crawled straight up to Zeus's feet, her pussy still dripping. Zeus took an unconscious step back. When Hera got close enough she grabbed the hem of his toga, looking up. Her hair fell aside to reveal eyes sparked with madness.

"If you fucked me like this, I wouldn't have left your bed for the last thousand years!" she cried.

"You mean— This brat—" Zeus stuttered.

"I see why you cheat now!" Hera said. "I finally get it! After that dick, I'm not sure I'll feel yours ever again!"

A peacock's trill filled the room. Zeus's head snapped up.

Perseus, halfway to the open window, glared at the peacock he'd stealthily placed on the ground. The peacock stood smugly beside its violated tail feathers. The message in its eyes was crystal clear: Payback motherfucker.

"That peacock's a bigger prick than the one you've got in your pants, Zeus."

Zeus's cry was so loud it shook Olympus in place, drowning out Hera's howling laughter.

"PEEEEEERRRRSSSSEEEEEEEUUUSSSSS!"

It was a rare sight to see all twelve Olympians gathered on a non-solstice. So rare, in fact, that Perseus had never seen it before. It was good to know that even after thousands of years of troublemaking, he was still achieving new heights.

Most looked bored, curious, or some concoction of the two. They were probably as surprised to have been called as Perseus was to see them all, except for the few that had some idea what had occurred. There were a couple of exceptions. Zeus, of course, looked furious. Hera stared aimlessly at the ceiling with a dazed expression still across her face. Meanwhile Poseidon, Perseus' father, sat ramrod straight against his oversized deep-sea fishing seat, fists gripping the armrests tightly enough to color his knuckles milky. His mother, Aphrodite, seemed to be the only one in a good mood. She kicked her feet where she sat, humming happily. When she saw Perseus looking, she beamed at him. She must've already known the Hera joined the dark side— her side, that is to say. His mother always knew things like that.

Speaking of Perseus, his current situation wasn't all that grand. Kneeling before the Olympians, he been dragged away without even time to put on a shirt. Naked from the waist up, bound in the heaviest chains Zeus could wrangle from Hephaestus, it certainly wasn't the most flattering position he'd ever occupied.

"I assume," Zeus boomed over the assembly, "that you are all wondering why I've called you here."

"I think we have a pretty decent idea actually," Hermes said. He switched to addressing Perseus. "What'd you do now? Or I guess I should say, who?"

"Craaazy story," Perseus said. "See it all started in this temple, where—"

"Silence!" Zeus roared. He paused to catch his breath as more than a few eyes turned his way. "No one needs to know the details. All that matters, is that this deviant has finally crossed the line. I have been too lenient for far too long. I think it high time that ended."

It was a bit difficult to take him seriously, hearing Zeus call someone else a deviant. But as words went, Perseus considered that one a compliment. Besides, even he knew there were times you were better off shutting up.

"Brother, you're being unreasonable," Poseidon said. "You've called all of us here, yet refuse to tell us what for? I refuse to punish someone without even knowing the crime."

Zeus sneered. "Of course you stand up for him. You've always coddled the brat."

Poseidon's eyes flared. His hand darted toward where his trident stood, affixed to his throne like a fishing pole, but a woman's voice cut him off.

"His words are not without merit this time," Athena said. "You ask us to render judgment. Yet you withhold the crime. It would be foolish to proceed like this."

"I do not need your judgment," Zeus snapped. "I'll strike him down to Tartarus myself before I allow you to know—"

"He slept with Hera," Aphrodite said.

It seemed it was a day for unusual things. First the Olympians convened for an unscheduled meeting, now the throne room had been struck silent with every god still inside.

More than a few looked at Hera, expecting her to rise in her seat and roar insults back at Aphrodite. Instead, she continued to stare vacantly at the ceiling. It was as if she hadn't heard a thing.

"The goddess of marriage… cheated?" Apollo asked.

"Hera," Artemis said. "Does Aphrodite speak the truth?"

Hera blinked. Slowly, her attention dropped to the room's other occupants. "Come again?"

"I asked, did you sleep with that boy?"

Artemis spat 'boy' like the worst slur she could summon, but Hera just smiled stupidly and nodded.

Gasps rang out across the room.

"He has a very nice cock," she said. "It did lots of things inside of me."

Aphrodite giggled, while Dionysus began chortling in his seat.

"One more noise from you," Zeus snarled at the wine god, "and I'll triple your internment at that camp!"

Instantly, the laughter stopped. Dionysus pantomimed zipping his mouth shut.

"I acknowledge the boy may have crossed the line," Poseidon said, "but can we really hold such an infraction against him like this?"

"Can we?" Zeus howled. "Can we? Come out and say it, Poseidon. Say what you really wish to."

Poseidon shifted uncomfortably. But he didn't back down.

"I'm saying you of all gods are not exactly innocent when it comes to infidelity, Brother."

Aphrodite giggled. "And besides, this is the happiest I've seen Hera since her wedding day!"

"You're not really helping my case, Mom," Perseus said.

"Sorry!" The way Aphrodite said it was cute, but not particularly remorseful. Either way, the words had pushed Zeus over the edge.

With a sonorous clap of thunder his Master Bolt appeared in his hands, ready to vaporize Perseus… and probably half of Olympus along with him.

"Don't be foolish, father," Athena said. "Poseidon, riling him up will only make things worse. Both of you can be calm. There is a simple solution."

"That being?" Zeus asked.

"The council is already convened. Let us take a vote."

"Of course Athena wants a vote," Poseidon said sourly. It might've been two-thousand years, but he clearly wasn't over Athens quite yet.

Slowly, Zeus leaned back in his seat. He rubbed his goatee thoughtfully. More than once he cast eyes across the council, likely tallying where votes would fall to see if he could allow this. Finally, he said, "Very well."

"You've heard him," Athena said. "Shall Perseus be punished? Those in favor, raise your hands."

Perseus had some hope that his charming disposition would sway the vote. He had a winning smile, and his tongue was as quick out of bed as it was in it. Alas, optimism was promptly crushed beneath a massive proverbial sandal.

Not all the Olympians raised their hands. His parents both kept their arms still at their sides. Hermes abstained, and Demeter did likewise. But that was it. Zeus raised Hera's hand himself, and none were willing to challenge that while his Master Bolt was still primed and visible. Perseus shot betrayed looks to Apollo and Dionysus, but the former just pointed at a vindictively smiling Artemis while the later coughed and looked away, too scared of his father adding to his sentenced camp duties to stick his neck out.

"Settled," Zeus said, knocking his bolt against his throne to create a sound like a banging gavel. "I will now deliver the sentence."

Perseus held his breath. Poseidon closed his eyes. Artemis and Athena showed visible delight, though Athena's was far more subdued. Aphrodite smiled like she was watching a particularly good show. Perseus thought about holding that against his mother, but found he couldn't. She'd always been this way; it was rarer to find something she took seriously.

"Hear me, Perseus," Zeus said. "For the crimes you have committed against me and against Olympus itself, I hereby strip you of your immortality."

A single shifting coal in the hearth would've been audible, so silent was the room after that declaration. But Zeus wasn't finished yet.

"You will walk the Earth, vulnerable and powerless, until you prove yourself worthy of your powers. You must satisfy twelve women of different divine heritage before you walk these halls again, and you must do it without your magics and cheap tricks."

Possibly more than anything else that evening, Perseus was insulted to hear his skills reduced to mere tricks. Apparently, to Zeus, satisfying a woman was as inscrutable as a spell.

"Monsters will hound you," Zeus continued. "The frail limitations of a mortal body will haunt your every waking moment. There will be no second chances— die, and your soul will enter my brother's domain like any other. I have spoken, and so it will be."

A storm cloud formed above him, dark except for erratic bright spots as power built inside. More than a few gods, even some who had voted to punish Perseus, gave him pitying looks. For his part, Perseus found himself staring only at his father.

Poseidon was dressed as he often was, like a fisherman just back from an afternoon of casting on some pier or embankment. It didn't match the devastated, empathetic expression on his face, as if he'd just lost the biggest catch of his life to a snapped line.

I can't save you this time, Poseidon mouthed.

It's alright, Perseus mouthed back.

Was it worth it?

Perseus glanced at the queen of the gods where she sat. Her eyes still gave the impression she wasn't actually seeing anything she looked at. The closest Zeus had gotten to getting her dressed for this was wrapping her in a sheet that just about passed for a toga. Perseus knew what was underneath that sheet better than anyone. She hadn't washed up at all, leaving her covered in caked sweat and the dry residue of their prolific coitus.

Absolutely, he mouthed to Poseidon.

He flashed his father a thumbs-up and a pearly smile.

Tears dripping down his face, Poseidon returned the thumbs up.

The storm cloud above Zeus tore open.

Lightning bathed Perseus. He's not ashamed to admit it: he screamed. He was blasted away from the throne room, away from Olympus, and even as he flew he was aware of his body changing internally, shifting and adapting to a fresh way of existing. He could feel himself losing the ability to take his true form, his energy and power weakening. He felt tender in a way he never had, so much so that he worried a strong breeze could break him. The pain didn't last long, but the devastating ache for everything he'd lost hounded his mind up to the very moment he hit the ground.

The impact jarred him, leaving him gasping for air in a patch of dirt. He tried to push himself up, but his limbs lacked even that much strength. His chin hit the ground.

As he squinted ahead, he could make out an array of buildings spread across a green valley, but the size and quantity escaped him. They looked so inviting. They were probably warm inside, with comfortable beds, and good food, and wonderful women… But they just had to be so far away.

With one last gasp, unconsciousness beckoned. He felt his eyes slowly, heavily, shut.

Choice: Which Camp did Perseus See?

Option A: Camp Half-Blood

Option B: Camp Jupiter

Additional info: To reach 12 daughters of different gods, he will likely need to visit both camps (definitely so if he starts with Jupiter), so this is more about which you want to see first than what you want the permanent setting to be.

How to Vote: Write a review which says/includes A or B. You can just write the letter, or feel free to type out all your reasoning. Who knows, you may even sway others to back your vote if you make a really good case.

I will count votes cast across all the sites this story is posted to (see my profile for details) and go with whatever has the majority. Chapters will generally be spaced out by at least a week, to give plenty of time for everyone who wants to vote to get the chance to.