Chapter 65
The moment we reached the bathroom—which looked new enough to never have been used—I dropped the woman on the marble counter, directly in front of a mirror. The next second we were back at each other again; tongues fighting a fierce war, lips hungrily sucking, hands pulling each other as close as we physically could, bodies grinding together in pure lust and need.
With our mouths still stuck together, my hands wandered to her back, taking a hold of the hanging frills. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the sensuous way the clothes were torn apart from her shoulders as I tugged them down lightly; peeling the entire dress from her upper body to her waist.
Two enormous melons bounced out instantly, finally leaving the tight confines of the dress. Milky pale and soft as dough, they hung off her like perfect teardrops. Large, bouncy teardrops.
"Oh lord!" The woman hissed, hands instinctively rising to cup her breasts. "It's so cold here."
I laughed, tugging her hands away. "That could be taken care of."
Then my mouth was upon them, biting and suckling upon the soft tits, leaving the heat of my mouth spread through them.
The delicious breasts were like jelly to my mouth as I continued my ministrations, uncaring of the hands that came to rest behind my head in passion. One hand went underneath her rear, lifting her slightly to tear away the silky leggings, leaving just a sexy black thong wrapped around her thighs.
"Gods, these are amazing." I whispered against her hardened pink nipples, giving a long slathering lick.
Her hands pressed my head even deeper inside her breasts. "God yes! Do what you want with them."
With my face buried into the twin mountains of pale flesh, my hand slid along her inner thighs, before a finger extended forward to push aside the thong and slowly massage her wet clit, eliciting another pleased moan.
Straightening up, I left the confinement of her twin mounds to stare down at her nubile clit that glinted with wetness as my finger slid in and out. With her large pear shaped breasts shining with my saliva, her rosy bud spasming around my fingers, and her natural wide hips wrapped by the black netted thong, she cut an erotic sight to my hungry eyes. And I was ready to finally take care of my own hard member.
I didn't care for any secrecy now, just willing my clothes away from my body. My massive rod popped out in thin air, coming to pat her thighs—instinctively, the unnamed wife opened her eyes.
It never got old, seeing the look of stunned awe that slowly shifted to flaming hunger. Normally this was followed by a worshiping ministrations where women used their pretty little mouths to satisfy my needs, but time was of essence right now and I didn't wish to be cockblocked by some sudden world-ending problem.
So in no time I had the woman turned around and bent over the counter, letting her full round rear jut out for my needs.
Positioning behind her, I slowly rubbed my dick against the thin line of her thong, that was so drenched in wetness that it lubricated my long member with her natural fluid, eliciting a slut-worthy moan.
In the mirror, I could clearly observe her naked figure as I leaned upon her back, letting her tits be pressed against the marble counter. I lined my shaft under her, one finger moving the bunched up cloth of her thong away, before slowly starting to enter the gorgeous woman.
Her beautiful face scrunched up, releasing a hiss of pleasure and shock, as my large cock started splitting her up in two, digging into her pussy lips to enter her tunnel. With her eyes shut off and the lips being bitten, I finally slid my shaft deep into the woman, eliciting a screamed moan that was stopped by my hand.
"Oh, you're a tight one." I gasped out in pleasure, slowly moving my hips back and forth to properly access the deeper regions of her clenching tunnels.
The only answer I received was a vague 'too big', anything else drowning under her high-pitched whistling gasps as I slowly eased myself out.
For the next few minutes, I took it slow. Going halfway in and out of her tight channels, holding her hips with one hand while massaging the clit with the other.
Any traces of pain completely left her after a minute of careful ministrations, and her pleased moans increased in intensity. Wanting to feel her naked back on my skin, I cupped her tightly, my hand moving from her hips to wrap around both the shoulders, bringing her closer.
Then, with the other hand from below to clutch one of her bouncing teat, I started ravishing her married pussy, slamming my thighs upon her ass and sending jiggling vibrations through the flesh each time I buried myself into her tunnel.
My thrusts grew hard and fast soon, sending jolts of pleasure throughout our bodies until the sound of the Casino was drowned beneath the slaps of our fucking and the woman's scream of 'Yes!' and 'More!'
And I obliged, fucking her with a new intensity. My cock slammed into her again and again, making her arch backwards, thrusting her breasts into the air.
I leaned back, feeling the pleasure of her tunnel clamping around my member. The desire in the air was almost to the distracting levels, and I could read her emotions like an open book. One surprising thing I felt was her desire to get knocked up this day, to carry a child born from the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced in her life. And as I continued between fucking the woman and experimenting with her desires, I was finally greeted by two things; one, her walls clenching and spasming around my shaft with a newfound intensity as she quickly found her release. And the other;
[Skill Leveled Up: Desire Manipulation] Lvl 2
I continued to ride her hard and fast, banging the mature woman to heavens, while my eyes read through the message. Absently, I felt her legs curling up, as she simply hung off of the counter to accept my rapid beating.
'So my domain gave me a skill that could be leveled up individually.' I concluded. 'To level up my domain though, I would probably have to take my godly form. Which will incinerate my lover for the day, so maybe later.'
She didn't last long in her second bout of debauchery either, and with moans loud enough to be heard by the whole casino, she soon came around my cock once more.
I hadn't though. So I gave her a few seconds of rest, before slowly easing myself out of her tender and spasming pussy.
The woman sagged down upon the counter, legs falling down on the ground again as she sighed from pleasure and exhaustion, taking deep breaths. "That was…holy fuck. Fucking wild. I've been with a lot of guys but…wow."
I didn't reply, simply turning her around to face me. "We've just started, woman. Try to stay awake."
"Wha—?" She exclaimed, before her eyes went to my still hard cock. "Oh."
And then I picked her up on my lap, forcing her exhausted legs to wrap around my waist with strands of air. My hands tore her thong apart with a rough tug, revealing her used hole still dripping with her squirt. With one I propped her left thigh up and aimed my cock to her entrance, giving a single long rub along her lower lips before plunging straight inside her again.
"Ohhh, fuck!" The woman hissed at my brutal reentrance. I didn't give her any time to adjust this time, directly starting to bang the adulterous pussy with fierce intensity. My balls slapped against her ass as my hands bounced her body up and down my slathered shaft, making her huge breasts to bounce with every thrust, tempting my mouth to suck upon their tender flesh.
And I gladly gave into the temptation.
Her legs swayed in the air, toes curling up as she shut her eyes to simply wither the storm, shrieks of pleasure leaving her mouth as I fucked her with fury.
With my mouth latched onto her jiggling tits, her hands came to grip my long hair.
We fucked like a pair of horny rabbits for another long session, and I felt my authority strengthening in the air like a growing tornado. With her face absolutely twisted in blissful pleasure, a tongue hanging out like an exhausted bitch, I brought her to another couple of climaxes before finally, my balls began churning. My tempo increased, the sound of our waists banging reached a new height, and the only noise out of her throat by the end were the occasional grunts and yelps; her face looking completely drowned in the world of pleasure.
Just before the fateful moment, I pushed the woman back down on the counter, leaning down on her body to suck upon her slender neck and absolutely ravage her body, her tits smashed flat against my chest.
And after a last wild lap of merciless pounding, I finally burst out, emptying my balls deep inside her, our hips meeting in rhythm as her tight channels milked me for all I was worth. I could feel the strings of thick globs leaving my shaft one by one, draining me with expert thoroughness as I found my release at last.
Quickly dismissing the option to impregnate her, I simply laid upon her swollen breasts for a second, reveling in the sweaty smell of our sex. Well…just her sweaty smell really.
After a few seconds, I finally pulled out, straightening up again as I came down from the high of having the best sex in a long while.
I made a new pair of clothes for her, recklessly ripped apart in the midst of our passion as they were. My partner herself looked completely out of it, with her hands and legs spread wide like a snow angel, her mouth open in numb shock, and her eyes closed peacefully.
Looking at her fabulous body lying on the counter, completely used and ravaged, with my cum slowly trickling down from her slit made my shaft give a sharp twitch as it readied for another bout.
Of course, a single round wasn't enough to satisfy me.
But I knew the risk; if I went for another round with the woman, she'd probably die out of pure exhaustion. This was the reason I usually stuck to Aphrodite's whelps instead of spending all of my time in Las Vegas or something.
Still, I had to admit; mortal wives fucked like there was no tomorrow, and I rather preferred their dirty talks and kinkiness than the inexperienced brood of Aphrodite.
A shame I was never left satisfied.
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Just a foot out of the room, I was accosted by a panicking Percy.
"Oh thank god, you are alright!" The boy exclaimed, looking over his shoulder. "Kael, we need to leave. This place is a trap!"
"Woah there, boy!" I waved him down. "Calm down."
"We have to leave. Now." The boy declared urgently. "All the people are trapped in here by this hotel."
"Calm now." I ordered, my authority lapping up his urgent desire, extinguishing it to a thin wisp. "I already know all about it, Perce. The Mystiokinesis is thicker than water here."
The boy blinked, his wild sea green eyes growing confused. "Mayonnaise what now?"
"…Magic, Perce." I sighed. "Magic. Besides, I've been doing my own research, which has proved quite...hmm, gainful. Time moves differently from normal here, and we may have spent more than just the few hours our senses have registered."
The conclusion was only reached after I'd calmed down, finally starting to investigate the magic in the air. There wasn't a divine Authority for me to pin down, which had made the task much harder than it otherwise would've been.
The boy took a deep breath, finally growing calm. "Alright….alright. So, what do we do?"
I hummed, working through the implications for the first time that night. It was clear by now that this hotel wasn't just some customer-friendly place for fellow supernatural beings to mingle. It was an incredibly subtle trap, though its purpose alluded me.
My mind went through all the possibilities, processing information almost faster than I could run, but I just didn't have anything substantial to go off on.
'Lotus hotel, lotus hotel...nah.'
If there was some mythical hotel dubbed Lotus that trapped people and accelerated time, I didn't know about it.
'But a time chamber in the middle of Las Vegas?'
Shaking my head, I focused back on the present. "Alright, Perce. Here's what I want you to do; Go get Annabeth, leave the hotel, and start the car. I have some more work to take care of, so don't wait up for me."
The boy gave a hurried nod before sprinting down the casino—his steps disappearing into the Casino's craziness.
Soon as the boy left my sight, I turned my attention to focus on the faint trace of divinity that my senses picked up on…
It wasn't the first time I'd caught the whiff, but I'd simply assumed them to be just another pair of demigods taking shelter under the luxurious extravagance of the hotel.
The recent news put a new twist upon it however, and my renewed interest in the divinity was rewarded when I finally gauged their power.
'Tier five, no doubt. Almost to the level of Percy, but woefully untrained.
So a couple of brats from the big three. Hopefully they won't turn out to be my siblings that Zeus heard. Or else I'll have to deliver a fierce grilling to my dear father.
The more important reason for my delay was cause it presented me with a fabulous opportunity to finally finish another one of my 'Demigod Collector' quest. With these two rescued, I'll jump a full 10 levels ahead. As long as I got to Lvl 650 by the time I unlocked my next pair of wings, I was bound to skyrocket straight into the next Tier.
'…Calm now, Mikael. Don't flap your wings before they've grown.' I suppressed the excitement from spreading at the thought.
Tier 8 will finally put me to the same level as an Olympian. And an Olympian in their godly form, at that. But he needed to complete these quests, and unlock his wings to reach that.
'So close yet so far away.'
I chatted with a few people to confirm what I'd just gleaned, and to my no surprise it was indeed as I'd feared. People from over a hundred years were trapped in here, thinking they just spent a month or two at the Casino. And they sure as hell didn't wish to leave. They were as bad as drug addicts, really.
'The longer someone stays here, the more they're likely to remain.'
Curiously, their status showed their age to be normal, not affected by the decades of time they spent in the casino. And as I went around observing the people in the gaming arena—getting closer and closer to my source—I finally landed upon my targets.
'Observe'
Nico De Angelo
Age: 10
Race: Demigod (Hades)
Level: 50
Tier: 5
Divine Power: 100,000/100,000
Stamina: 49,000/49,000
Health: 52,000/52,000
Stats
Strength: 45
Speed: 53
Dexterity: 51
Endurance: 49
Constitution: 52
Mental: 14
Spirit: 100
Bianca De Angelo
Age: 12
Race: Demigod (Hades)
Level: 65
Divine Power: 150,000/150,000
Stamina: 63,000/63,000
Health: 65,000/65,000
Stats
Strength: 64
Speed: 65
Dexterity: 68
Endurance: 63
Constitution: 65
Mental: 17
Spirit: 150
My eyebrows went up my forehead, surprise flickering within me as the two children of Hades played with one of the gaming consoles; nary a care for the world in their eyes.
I knew they'd be one of the big three's brood, but I didn't know even Hades would break his oath upon Styx. Considering how much the river must mean in his domain, it truly was a shameful sight.
I snorted. 'What can you expect from a murderer and kidnapper?'
But the fact remained…two of Hades' kids would now be joining the prophecy, dismissing Percy as the sole bearer of that fate.
'Why are they here though?' I frowned. 'Surely Hades could hide them in a much more secure place…'
Though if this entire place belonged to him….
My frown deepened. 'Why a time chamber though? Is he preserving them until all the other nominees are dead and he could control the entire prophecy?'
I snorted. 'Well in that case…I would love nothing more than to drench his hard work with water.'
What to do though? Rescue them? Take them to the camp?
….Nah, not in a million years. They might be kids, and normally I would've helped them out, if nothing then solely for my quest...but they were Hades' kids. Not only must the bastard have filled their ears with bullshit, they will undoubtedly choose him over me when things go bad between us.
I didn't want to add another couple of names to my enemy list.
A different plan brewed in my mind; convoluted, dark, and not at all something I'd normally consider when looking at two helpless demigods…
My inventory opened up, and out flew two small bugs. I wasn't going to kill the kids as revenge, but if Hades tries to use them against me?
He will be in for a rude awakening.
...Plus, they can provide quite a delicious ammunition for threats and blackmail.
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I found Percy and Annabeth still inside the doors of the hotel, being offered a platinum status cards for their trouble. Percy's hand twitched forward, only to be slapped down by Annabeth. "No, thanks!"
Relief spread through the girl's face as she caught sight of me. Turning back to the bellhop—who looked supremely disappointed at our departure—she gave a brief nod. "We're leaving now. Goodbye!"
She then dragged Percy out with her while I followed in a more sedate pace, senses still searching the place for any more demigods.
They soon burst out of the doors of Lotus casino, safe and sound, with me trailing behind. It was early morning outside, which lent credence to the fact that we'd been in some time shenanigans in the hotel.
I could still see Percy starting to get affected again, his green eyes flickering between clear focus and addled glassy looks. Making haste, we quickly approached our car, thankfully finding it just where we'd left it.
"Right." I addressed the two. "You guys go and check what date it is. And be quick."
As the kids went searching for a nearby newspaper stand, I entered the vehicle, but only for a quick second before jerking out of it with a curse.
The inside was burning hot, and while it may not have any effect on me the stark contrast between the cool Casino and this hellhole was telling. It truly was a shame they had to leave its comforts so soon…well, soon for them at least.
The engine revved up easily enough though, and with the downed windows bringing in some cool air we were out of the Vegas strip as soon as my companions returned, bounding down for Los Angeles.
"We wasted five days in the casino." Percy stated, his voice numb and unbelieving. "Five days."
With a speed that never went below 100, we zoomed past the city of sins.
"Don't worry about it too much. We've got plenty of time to enter hell and back."
"What even was that place?" The boy asked.
"I don't know, Perce." I sighed. "There are some fairly fucked up things in this world. Can't know everything."
I stuck my hand out of the window, letting the wind caress my skin. It was a good thing there wasn't any traffic on the road, or with the speed we were moving, we'd have surely busted a couple of cars.
"Do you know something?" He asked Annabeth.
The girl kept quiet for a few seconds before giving a reluctant shrug. "I...don't know for sure. I've read about lotus-eaters that have plants with narcotic and addictive properties, causing people to slowly lose their will and memory. But they live on an island around North Africa."
Percy whistled. "That's a long way from here."
"That's why I said I don't know, seaweed brain." Anna snapped.
"I didn't say anything!" The boy protested.
"You were going to."
"I wasn't!"
"Sure were."
"But I–"
"Alright kids, that's enough." I cut them off. "As amusing as your squabbles are, I'm more interested in Percy's dreams."
"My dream? Well, my dream is to just survive until i–"
"Not that dream, seaweed brain." Anna snapped. "You were muttering about having another dream about...you know...that."
Amusingly, the boy's eyes lit up in realization at that as he seemed to finally get it. "Oooh! That..."
And thus, the rest of our journey to the beach passed with Percy regaling us with another episode of his prophetic dream.
Finally, we were now at the final lap to reach our destination. Then would come the fateful meeting with Hades…
'Yep' I snorted. 'Can't wait.'
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Lazily laid sprawling upon his giant throne of bones, with dark amusement welling up within him, was the Lord of Underworld and the God of the Dead, Hades.
It had been a mostly normal day in the life of the silent one. Just another day of hard work—a term quite foreign to the rest of his Greek compatriots. Unlike the rest of Olympians, he usually did not get the luxury of laying down uselessly and wasting time.
….Unless a rare piece of entertainment was about to take place in this barren hellhole that demanded his attention.
In this corner of the Underworld, Hades was capable of displaying true omnipotence. Hell was his domain, and while he was forced to share it with irritating beings who seemed not to value the quiet and calm, there were very few things in here that remained out of his sight.
…and those very few things mostly consisted of his wife's bathroom and closet. Persephone did not enjoy his peeping. Not that he ever purposely did it of course…he just sometimes slipped up.
So when the space inside his domain was breached, the God of the Dead was very much aware of the intruders.
They came from the southern entrance, from the lands of rebelling devils, an interesting bunch of six. Curiouser was the fact that none in the group was a devil.
Humans all, with some half-formed traces of divinity in the mix—not even true demigods—the group looked wary but ready for a fight.
Which was simply absurd in the eyes of Hades. Absurd, amusing, insulting, and particularly impudent.
Was there any being in existence that could truly hope to challenge him in his own domain?...Perhaps.
…Well, alright. They did exist, yes. But those capable of such a feat were bound by laws most ancient. The only other being he could think of would be Typhon.
But the chances of that brute coming here were next to nil. So Hades remained unbothered by this precocious bunch who dared lay their feet in his domain; weapons bared and without his permission.
No Hades wasn't bothered…for this presented excellent entertainment for the evening.
Thus, he helped them instead, clearing away all the defenses in their way and giving them a path straight to hell.
Hades suppressed his chuckles, watching in amusement as the overly-paranoid brats slowly made their way forward.
Wariness and paranoia seemed to be their constant companion, eating at their weak hearts as the dramatic scenes of Hell captured their attention.
It would've been all too easy to let one of the skeletons—that they crushed underneath their feet—grab at their legs and throw them in the boiling lava. But the entertainment value of that would be much less than their true potential.
And Hades was in the mood for some fun.
Something that was sorely lacking in these dark walls. Worse, his mood had remained rotten ever since his symbol of power, his precious helm of darkness was stolen.
Perhaps eternal torture upon some arrogant fools would do some good to his mood.
As they neared his throne room, he could feel the exact level of their power.
'Weak.'
They truly were weak. Not even Minor gods. Some were barely above a normal demigods' level, while the strongest could be taken as a cripple deity. A deity who'd lost his domain and authority, a living corpse just waiting to die; powerless and hopeless.
The only source of power that seemed even slightly impressive was the intricate spear that the boy—their leader, most likely—carried. He could feel the traces of an Elder god upon it; too weak and faint to be of any threat, but enough for Hades to recognize its worth.
'The True Longinus.' Hades snorted. 'Said to be capable of killing a god…'
That is, if the god was weak enough, and stayed stuck to one place; unmoving and powerless.
Hades had been studying his neighbors for a long time now. It was one of the few hobbies he'd developed in this barren place. Devils, Angels, Fallen Angels…all curious creatures.
Weak and pitiful yes, but quite curious. And with a daring potential. A potential that could be nurtured under right hands…
But no. These pathetic mortals—seriously, challenging the God of Dead in his own house?—were no devils and no angels. What could they possibly do?
Nothing.
Sure, not having his Helm of Darkness certainly put him in a great disadvantage against his brothers—if they chose to visit here—but these bunch of mortals were far from matching the might of Zeus and Poseidon.
He had nothing to worry about.
Willing Cerberus to move out of their path, Hades let the group enter the Throne room.
"Welcome." He intoned, making sure to sound extra oily.
Suppressing a snort as his voice managed to startle them all, Hades leaned back on his throne, shoulders straight and becoming of a supreme ruler.
The group soon came to stand underneath his throne, all the while contesting against the passive effects of his domain that demanded their supplication. A few dropped to their knees soon, their legs buckling underneath while their heads touching the ground. Three remained standing—though still giving a deep bow on their own accord.
'Respectful, at least.' Hades hummed.
Their leader—one of the few who'd remained standing—broke out of the group, walking forth in a deceptively confident gait. A shame Hades had already seen his shaky nerves, or else he might have even fooled him!
….Well, not likely, as the Death God could still smell the stark stench of fear within the boy. After all, fear was one of the many minor domains under his authority.
"Lord Hades." The boy greeted, giving another deep bow. "It is my deepest honor to meet you. My name is Cao Cao, and this is my group of heroes. We are here...to bargain."
Interesting.
He waved the boy to go on.
"Our leader requires your services, my lord." The boy announced. "For returning your Helm, we wish for an item to be retrieved. By your will."
What.
It took a moment for his words to settle in, but when they did, Hades barely stopped himself from incinerating the fool on the spot. Yet, his rising fury was felt by all as his power laid upon their shoulders.
The boy dropped to the ground with a yelp, digging his spear into the ground to remain on his knees. The rest simply melted down with gasps and groans, their bodies twisting upon the ground under the might of his divinity.
"P-please, My lord." The boy, Cao Cao, hissed out from within clenched teeth. "S-should we die here, your helm will forever be lost."
Hades chuckled, a low laughter that spread through his halls. "And what, pray tell little mortal, will stop me from ripping your soul out of your empty husk and ravaging it for its worth?"
The boy groaned, his teeth grounding tightly as another bout of power pushed him down.
Taking a deep breath, Hades calmed himself. The least he could do for someone with such brevity—foolish or not—was give a chance to lay their case.
"Speak, boy." He commanded. "And make it quick, lest my patience run scarce and you find yourself joining my army of dead."
"Of course, my lord." The boy bowed again. "We are here on the orders of our leader. The leader of the Khaos brigade; Ophis."
For a second there was a still silence as the name hung in the air, stark and fearsome. Then, Hades sighed.
'What did it want now?'
He detested the need to, but it would seem he must inform his daft brothers about the development. If that entity wanted to cause trouble for their pantheon, the Greeks must stand united. Even Hades, for he doubted that creature would leave him alone should he simply comply with its wishes and throw his infuriating little family under the bus.
'Though they completely deserve it.'
Hades sighed again.
'At least the sparky-brain was slightly more bearable the last time.,,'
His attention flickered for a brief second, sensing the entrance of another group. There were only three of them now, but the presence of a god was unmistakable.
'What!?' Hades scowled, confused. 'How could any god enter my…'
Then he felt the divinity…too young and unique to be Greek…
'Ah,' He finally realized. 'The wonder boy is here for revenge.'
This was too much excitement for one day.
But, that did not mean everything was ruined. As long as Hades played his cards right, he may get to see some actual entertainment within these dreary halls.
Turning to the group in front of him, he suppressed his wild power, letting them take a much needed breather. "I shall agree with your request."
The boy jerked his head back, stunned. "Y-you do!? I mean, thank you my lord! Truly, you will not regret it."
"Well, that depends." Hades let a smile curve upon his face. "Defeat the intruders for me, and you may have your wish. Should you fail however…your corpses shall join my army. Forever."
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