DISCLAIMER: The Percy Jackson franchise is the intellectual property of Rick Riordan, and is not mine. I do not own any of the characters herein.

WARNING: Shameless smut, PWP. If you're under 18, you probably shouldn't be reading this. If sex offends you, you should leave this fic.

In some reality, I might have been a hero. For all I know, I was supposed to be one. I'm not really sure what would have happened if my life had progressed "normally" (whatever that means for the son of a Greek god). In fact, in retrospect, it seems likely that I would have walked a hero's path. I was certainly off to a good start.

But that didn't last as long as I expected. Before I had the chance to become a hero, I became something much more interesting, and much more important.

I became God.

Not one of the petty Greeks, not like my father. They bicker among themselves, always desperate to increase their power, never realizing that they are effectively powerless.

Nor am I a Titan. They pretend to be above the squabbles of the Greeks, but this is a superficiality. In reality, they crave power just as much, and are just as unable to acquire it.

Even the Primordials are beneath me now. To their credit, the Primordials do not seek power so avidly as the rest. They are content with their current state. However, this contentedness is really just a result of vanity. They believe themselves to be the most powerful among all creatures, and so they crave nothing. How wrong they are.

But I digress. For now, you need know only this: I am no longer the snivelling "demigod" who struggled to slay a Minotaur. For whatever reason, a higher power (perhaps the highest power) decided to intervene.

He claimed to be bored with his creation. He claimed that the world was stagnant, that everything had already happened before. I'm not sure if I believe any of the things he claimed, but he had sufficient justification for him to give up on the world, and to try something new. And, for whatever reason, he left me in charge. I inherited his omnipotence in this realm, no strings attached.

You won't catch me complaining.

It turns out, 12-year-olds probably shouldn't be given omnipotence. As soon as I became all-powerful, I made myself older, aging myself to 16. Unfortunately, I was unaware of the physiological effects of aging (which I really should have been aware of, considering the fact that I'm privy to literally all of the Earth's knowledge). As a result, I ended up a 16-year-old boy, three years into puberty, with quite a lot of pent-up sexual energy.

And, as it turns out, horny 16-year-olds probably shouldn't have omnipotence either.

Annabeth Chase, I decided, would be my first. I had known that I liked her ever since the moment I met her, which, depending on your perspective, was either 4 days or 4 years ago. In any case, I wasn't going to be stopped by any ethical qualms. I was a horny teenager with all of the superpowers.

She was showering, when I popped in (I may or may not have shifted time a little bit in order to make that happen.) Her cabin-mates, the other children of Athena, were mysteriously missing (I admit it, I totally cheated.) And, mysteriously, she was the same biological age as me (In my defense, I didn't do this one on purpose. I just wasn't used to screwing around with Time, and I accidentally aged everyone else along with myself. Luckily, nobody noticed.)

I walked carefully to the shower door, not making a sound. Of course, I could have skipped the build-up and gotten to it, but I was sort of stalling. This really shouldn't have been what I was nervous about, but I was afraid to lose my virginity. For a few moments more, I hesitated. Finally, though, I was ready for the main event.

I snapped my fingers, and the shower shut off. I waited a few seconds more, and Annabeth opened the door, a small white towel covering her otherwise naked body. I had stepped behind the door as she opened it, so she still had no idea I was there. As soon as she cleared the door, though, I alerted her of my presence by slamming it. The door's edge caught the place where the towel overlapped itself, pulling it away from her body and revealing bare skin.

Annabeth shrieked, loudly, and turned around, shocked by the unexpected noise. I put on an innocent face looking surprised and naïve.

"Peter - Percy - What are you - How - Why are - GET THE FUCK OUT!" She had had difficulty settling on a phrase, but she finally got something out of her mouth.

(Here we go. Smut is about to begin. If you didn't take the chance to get out before, this is your last opportunity.)

I feigned innocence for a few seconds more, looking shocked, and waiting for her next words. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I was a bit startled. You really shouldn't be in here while somebody's showering."

Her face became incrementally calmer, the sense of panic fading. Eventually, she had calmed down completely, and I knew it was time. I let a grin escape into my face, no longer holding back.

A soft snap of my fingers, and the towel had vanished, exposing her wet body. Her breasts curved gently away from her chest, elegantly augmenting her figure. Her blonde hair, long and glistening, framed her chest. Her nipples were pink, and erect from the shower's cold, perfectly sized and placed. A quick glance downward revealed her beautiful hips, sloping away from her slim tummy before angling back inward and flowing into her legs. And, most important of all, her virgin pussy, whose lips cleaved tightly to each other, a small, almost transparent patch of blonde hair sitting right above it.

Many people will describe a girl's body as "perfect." This is a terrible description. By their very nature, a full 95% of girls have "perfect" bodies. There is no "best" body shape, or cup size, or waist circumference. For practical purposes, every girl is "perfect".

With that said, "perfect" does not even begin to do Annabeth Chase justice.

Predictably, when her clothes vanished, Annabeth screamed again. Maybe I shouldn't have chuckled at that point. It made me sound a little bit darker than was wise, in retrospect. On the other hand, it felt really good at the time.

My hand reached towards her face, curling into the space between her head and her beautiful hair. Annabeth was frozen by fear as I ran my hand down her cheek, brushing her hair to the side, Annabeth opened her mouth, trying to release yet another scream. But, mysteriously, no sound came out.

Oops.

Annabeth was certainly cute when she was scared. Her fearful quivering made her look helpless and vulnerable, which in turn made her much sexier. Occasionally, she would jerk her hips backwards, trying to get her pussy as far away from me as possible. By moving her hips backwards, however, Annabeth accidentally thrust her breasts toward me. She would then slowly correct her position, retracting her boobs from my face, her lips growing pouty and her face turning red.

I was tempted to fuck her like this, to shed my pants and take her unwillingly, to make her squeal with unwanted pleasure. Annabeth Chase was mine, and I would have her with or without her consent.

But before I had come here, I had promised myself that I would have her consent. It wasn't that I was opposed to rape, per se. Maybe I should have been, but my entire concept of morality had short of shattered when I had learned that a literal God existed, and I had tossed the fragments out the window when I became that God. Whatever I do is moral by definition.

I wasn't held back by moral qualms, but I had made that promise to myself, and I intended to keep it. Besides, if fearful-and-innocent Annabeth was sexy, I was excited to see sluttish-and-eager Annabeth.

I snapped my fingers once again, and Annabeth stopped quivering. Her eyes lit up, a fire burning within her. Almost immediately, she bent towards me, presenting me with her breasts. I grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her onto the bed, with my head just above her right tit. I began licking and sucking around her nipple, eliciting desperate, slutty moans. Slowly, my tongue traced a path from her right tit to her left, as I moved a hand towards the abandoned breast. My mouth once again began licking and sucking, as my hand began to squeeze Annabeth's left boob rhythmically, making her yelp with each pull. Annabeth's moans and squeals filled the cabin, although I didn't let them continue through the walls.

Just a few minutes ago, Annabeth would have been horrified by this degradation. Now, the once-independent woman was begging to be used, to be licked and fucked like an object. She wanted nothing more than me, and more specifically my cock. I enjoyed her tits immensely, but I didn't intend to let the little slut down.

My tongue began to trail upwards, brushing against Annabeth's neck and lips. Within half a minute, I was licking up and down her face, using her in the way she so desperately wanted to be used. I placed my hands on her forehead, pressing her into the bed as I continued upward, eventually resting with my clothed crotch just above her face. Surprisingly, she took a few seconds to understand what I wanted, even though she was so desperately begging for it. Quickly, though, she understood. Not wanting to disappoint me, Annabeth undid my pants, revealing my hard cock. She wrapped her arms around my torso for leverage, then got to work sucking and licking me. Her flawless lips, which had been so unwilling just a few minutes ago, eagerly engulfed my head, her tongue waiting just behind. Within a few seconds, the slut had crammed three of my six inches into her mouth, impressive considering that it was her first time.

Annabeth started using her tongue, flicking it against my solid cock, but had to pull off for breath. Annabeth's breathing was soft, but even its gentle breeze was enough to make my spit-coated cock feel cool. Within seconds, Annabeth was once again four inches deep on my cock, her warm mouth surrounding its head and half of its shaft. She used her hand to pull my hips towards her face, taking more and more of my cock a half-inch at a time, slowly working her way towards the base. Her tongue slid across the underside, making me moan with pleasure as the slut tried to get my entire cock into her tiny mouth.

"You'd better not stop until my balls touch your chin, you little whore." Upon hearing my degrading words, Annabeth redoubled her efforts, pushing her face towards the base of the cock while ignoring her gag reflex. A few seconds later, Annabeth had reached the end of my cock, gagging violently through the last inch-and-a-half. She pulled away again, taking long, shallow breaths, then stuck out her tongue, licking her own agglomerated spit off of my cock's tip. Her lips began to glide back and forth along my shaft, while her tongue licked up any excess lubrication, swirling around my shaft. Annabeth's right hand drifted towards the base of my shaft as her left hand approached her pussy. She pumped my cock with her hand and mouth, as her fingers trailed across the surface of her pussy. As she played with herself, she let out small hums, which made my cock vibrate in her mouth. When she again came up for air, I rolled onto my back, and pushed her off the bed and onto her knees. I moved towards the bed's edge and put my wet cock in front of her face. "Annabeth, what does your slutty face want to do with my big cock?" Perhaps I could have phrased it better, but I think I got my point across.

Annabeth shifted her weight, getting ready to suck my cock once again. She smiled up at me, batting her eyelashes innocently.

"Percy, my slutty little face just wants to lick and suck all over your cock until you cum in my mouth. Please cum in my slutty mouth, Percy, I need to taste you."

I asked Annabeth not to move, then stood up and crouched behind her, wrapping my arms around her and grabbing her breasts. I stood up, pulling her with me, and walked towards her desk, which I pushed her into. Her hands reached out to catch her, pushing a thick book off the desk and onto the floor, where it landed with a muffled thud. Her hair had fallen in front of her shoulders, and extended just past the tips of her nipples. Her round ass was facing me invitingly, and I grasped it in both hands.

"Annabeth, do you want me to fuck your pussy?"

"Yes," she whispered breathily, her pussy already sopping wet.

"Then beg, you little whore. Beg me to fuck your slutty pussy." I placed my tip on her weeping lips, giving her just a few square millimeters of contact. She bucked towards me, desperate for a cock in her pussy, but I pulled my cock backwards as I repositioned her hips, maintaining the same tiny area of contact.

"Please, Percy, fuck my pussy," she whispered desperately. I was unconvinced, and told her so. "Please, Percy, put that big cock of yours into my tiny little cunt and fuck me raw. Fuck me until I beg you to stop. I'll do anything, I'll be your little whore forever, just please put your cock into my slutty hole. Please, Percy, use me!"

I was convinced. I let go of Annabeth's hips, allowing her to push back onto my cock. Even as eager as she was, Annabeth went slowly, a bit nervous at the prospect of losing her virginity. Her wet lips slowly parted for my cock's tip, and Annabeth moaned loudly. She was incredibly tight, with a cunt just slick enough to allow me entrance. Annabeth kept pushing backward, millimeters at a time, until I felt my cock stop. I had reached her hymen.

Annabeth pushed forwards a bit, putting a little space between my cock and her hymen, apparently planning to break it in one big push. She looked back at me, her face a mixture of hunger and fear, and bit her lip in preparation. Then, she put her head back down, arched her back slightly, and thrust herself onto my cock.

My fingers snapped, and suddenly her hymen had broken three years ago. Annabeth's momentum carried her backwards, until she was stuffed five inches full of cock, her ass just touching my hips. She let out a short, high-pitched squeal, surprised by the lack of resistance, which quickly changed to a low, throaty moan as pleasure overtook her. She looked back at me once again, smiling sluttily, and pushed her hips back for the final inch. The whore moaned as she pushed her hips forward, then rocked back onto my full length, once again plunging my cock deep into her pussy.

After a few more gyrations, I joined Annabeth in her rhythm, pulling backwards as she rocked forwards, then slamming my hips into her ass. We acted in near-perfect unision, making loud crack noises whenever we made contact. As our pace increased, Annabeth's moans grew louder and more frequent, until they started to blend together into one lewd, drawn-out cry. We continued fucking for a few minutes before Annabeth seemed to slow down, no longer in total control of her body. I picked up the slack, redoubling my efforts as I plunged my cock deep inside her. Within seconds, Annabeth was screaming loudly, her body shaking with passion, her pussy spasming all over my cock. After a few minutes, Annabeth lay limp, her eyelid fluttering up and down, her face frozen in a moan of ecstasy. I continued pounding her pussy, giving her no time to recover. After a minute more, Annabeth's consciousness returned, and she was once again in control of her body.

"Percy," she moaned, her voice dripping with desire. "Percy, I'm - oh fuck - I can't -", she stuttered. Every time she started a sentence, my cock filled her cunt, and she forgot about everything else. Interested, I slowed my pace, allowing her to speak. "Percy, I - you made me cum, I can't - I don't know how much more I can take, but - please, let me - please, let me taste you. I - fuck, so good - I need you to fuck my slutty - oh God, I - please, fuck my face, paint my throat white, please use me, Percy!" I intended to comply with her request, but not before I was ready. Luckily, I was almost ready to cum. Knowing that I would only last a few more seconds in her pussy, I increased my speed to superhuman levels, slamming my hips forward even more rapidly than before. "Please," Annabeth began to protest, but she never finished that sentence. Before she could say another word, she was completely overcome by pleasure, unable to focus on anything except the cock assaulting her sopping cunt. "OH, yes, FUCK MY - OH! GOD, YES, FU-OH YES FUCK ME! OOOOHHH-", she moaned, no longer capable of forming words. Her moans reached a crescendo, louder than they had been before, and I quickly pulled out, ready to burst.

"Come on, slut, didn't you ask to taste me? Come, let me fuck your face." Her moans fading, Annabeth weakly knelt in front of me, hungrily focused on my cock. "Lick it clean, Annabeth. Swallow all of that cum you put there." Annabeth obediently stuck out her tongue, licking her cum off of my cock, and swallowing it with moans. She swallowed the last of it with a satisfied sigh, and looked up at me, her eyes begging.

"Please, Percy. Cum in my mouth, let me pleasure you." Her hand darted to her pussy, entering her hole, and scooping the girl-cum off of her walls. She sucked on her cum-covered fingers, happy to degrade herself for me. I reached down, removing her hand from her mouth, then grabbed her by her blonde hair hair and stepped slightly forward.

"Open up for me, whore." She complied, opening her mouth as wide as it would go. I thrust my cock into her mouth, making her moan with pleasure. Her hand trailed down towards her pussy, and she started rubbing her slit, eliciting louder moans. As my pace increased slowly, her other hand reached to my balls, still coated by her own spit, She fondled my balls slowly, as she inserted a finger into her pussy, inhaling slightly as she did so. I increased my pace more quickly, and increased the depth of my thrusts, my cock now brushing the back of her throat. My balls started to smack her chin, and she moaned loudly, putting a second finger in her still-wet cunt. I was nearing my limit, and prepared to cum in her mouth.

"Annabeth, you slut. You're going swallow all of my cum, aren't you?" She moaned in pleasure and began fucking herself with three fingers, which I took as a yes. I increased the speed of my thrusts once again, slamming against the back of her throat and making her mewl with pleasure. I felt my cock start to tingle and grabbed her cheeks, pulling her forward onto my cock as I came.

"Hold it, Annabeth, don't swallow it yet." I finished cumming, filling her mouth with my semen. She looked up expectantly, waiting for my instructions, her lips dabbed with cum.

"Open wide, Annabeth. Let me see you mouth." She complied, showing me her cum-coated tongue. She slowly removed her fingers from her pussy, and rubbed her own cum over her tits and tummy.

"You can swallow now, Annabeth. Swallow all of my cum, show me what a slut you are." Again, Annabeth complied, closing her mouth and swallowing. After she finished, she opened her mouth once again, her tongue no longer white. She licked her lips, then my cock, cleaning up all of my cum. She swallowed once more, then stood up hesitantly, unsure of what would come next.

"OK, Annabeth, run along now. I think you're missing the campfire." I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, leading her to the bed, where she bent over to grab her clothes.

"Annabeth, I think you forgot something. Panties? Bra?" Annabeth blushed furiously, but didn't grab those two items. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Just make sure you swallow every drop, you cockslut." I swatted her ass playfully, making her yelp. Then I vanished.

A/N: So, yeah, Percy has sex with everybody. Super original

As you can probably tell, this is my first time writing smut. If there's anything wrong with this chapter, please point it out to me so I can fix it.

Also, if you want to see any characters, just tell me in the comments. I'm having a bit of trouble deciding who to do next.