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Izanagi was horrified, his wife, his Uchu, his love, was gone now. Where did he go wrong did he not love her enough? was she not assured that he would never do this as well?
He hates Cu Chulainn. He had always been patient with her other husbands and look at what it did.
Did Percy truly think they were one and the same? No difference aside from her marriage to all of them? No, no, no no Izanagi wants to rip them apart and stew in their torture. He was different after all.
He was kind, He loved her, maddeningly deeply horribly He had been gentle but gentleness wasn't enough was it.
Izanagi was sending shock waves of malice so strongly you could choke on it. Perhaps he didn't know; Perhaps he couldn't care enough to hear his children begging him to stop.
His malice, coiled with burning fury. This was all their fault! It rewinds like a faulty spring. Churning with hatehatehate.
He'll go back, with Percy justthemonlythem; This time to hell with graciousness, if being Kind wasn't enough he'll just be cruel.
Oh Percy my Uchu, you needn't worry about a thing. Everything will be Perfect
5.
"Say what now?" Amaterasu jaw was dropped, Her father finding love was a wonderful thing of course but..
Izanagi was so far up in the clouds he didn't notice her "Yes Ama-chan; Your stepmother will be Percilla, she's the daughter of Poseidon," At the mention he grimaced a face rarely seen on him "I shall court her, and prepare a grand wedding for us."
He fiddles with rows upon rows of wedding gowns, Greek, Chinese, European, Japanese, Egyptian, endless combinations to be seen. His face dimmed at some point. "Yeah that's great and all but what did you mean by 'I will wage a war for her hand? Can't you just flirt?"
He turned his head towards her, patting a white kimono. "Oh you haven't met her yet so you don't know, but my Percilla tends to gain the attention of maggots." The robe wrinkles as he clenches the arrays of fish jumping on the painted ocean.
"Pitiful maggots that try to defile what is mine and destroy her, utterly useless ones who gaze on what is beyond their station below" He smiles. It was not pretty.
"If, and I mean IF being kind doesn't work as I want, I'll simply snatch her up before they can." Amaterasu wrinkles her eyes, her father was wise and mature.
Those 'maggots' must be horrible if they were enough to make him as angry as this. Seeing her glare at the hanged Kosode Izanagi patted her "Don't worry," he says with a smile, "Your father will take care of everything. All you have to do is teach her all about being a sweet bride."
"Oh, and before I forget, My Uchu gets nervous easily so don't stress marriage to her yet." He waves as he leaves to tell Susano'o of his love.
4.
"I wish to marry your daughter." Izanagi told Poseidon, with a cold tone. He was one of the others HE tarnished Percilla before marriage like a brute, He caused her death. Izanagi will never look at any of her former husbands with kindness again.
It was a mistake he sorely regret even now. Never again, his Uchu will never be sad again. (at least unless Izanagi was the one to orchestrate it. She's just Soo lovely when she cries and begs he'll give everything to her so won't she love him again and again and again and again and again)
Poseidon frowned, waving Izanagi off like a servant instead of the Primordial he was, "Why bother even asking me for permission when she ran off." He growled, He smiled.
I know, that's why I'm here right now. "So I presume you gave your unadulterated and complete permission?"
Let it be said that even if he was kind he was still a fool in love. "If you of all people are happy with a foolish girl like her." Poseidon turned back to staring at a book. It was upside down.
Izanagi tilted his head with a smile that couldn't quite reach his eyes. "Yes, I will love her utterly, and completely." His smile fell of his face leaving the pure coldness behind.
"Do not try and take back your words. p̸͋̀̃͌̍͒̌͐̈́̐̐̚̚͘ó̵̡͈̼̟̜̑̍̓̎̿̈̅ş̵̠̙̤̠̲̪͎͎̳̗̙̜̤̉͋̓é̸̘̫̳͋́̒͊̾̊̒̃̚͝í̶̗̞̮̙̠̀̃̀̽͊d̸̹͍̥̩͛́͝ö̴̗̰͙̖̳̭̦̿̍͒̍̇͗̋͗̄͒̅͊̕͠n̴̡̡̛̥̗̲̦̭͓̰͕̔̇̑̑͒̅̌́͂͜ͅ"
tch, "Why should this honorable emperor ever? I told you my answer now LEAVE!" Poseidon glared at Izanagi to finally stop bothering him; Despite the oppressive ocean churning around the vicinity. Izanagi merely returned the hostilities that killed several outside with a disinterested gaze.
"I bid you a farewell... hrm, father-in-law?" Finally he gave the red-faced Poseidonas a real and heartfelt smile.
After all it wasn't like Poseidon could retake his words even if he wanted to. Truly the day couldn't be any better.
The moment the door slammed shut Poseidon's grip crumbled the book in his hands in the shape of a handprint
"ARHGG!" Poseidon screamed smashing priceless records to shreds, WHY? Why did the mention of that girl vex him so?
SHE was useless! A fool! A pitiful child with human blood in her veins! So why... why does he feel pain at the thought of her since she ran..?
A lovely lovely lovely girl drenched in pearls stands at his sight Ḑ̷̨̢̢̯̤̟̬͎̤͈̻̜̘͉͎̩͎̻̺̞̪͙̭͖̙̦̟̻͙̥̤̺̲̦̜̟̮̯͎͇̲̝̳̼͕̯͍͈͔̥̮͇͎̒̄́̓̒͋̂̊̎͛̽̃̃̔̈̌͊̍͋̄͊̈̂͑́̀̈́̋͑̆̓̑̈́͒̉̍̈̒͗̒̑̈͋̕͘̕͜͝͝͠͠a̸̧̢̢̛̘̭̳̙̜͓̠̯͎̖͍̫̖͓̫͖̗̤͓̠̙͚̟̫̼̫̰̖̔͗̈́͂̑͑̂͌͐̅̽́̃̐̀̉͌̃̂̽̈̎͘͘͜͝͠ḑ̵̧̨̮͉̳̪͉̝̲͓͉͚̖̯̟͚̖͇͚̘̘̼̳̜͕̝̺̰̟̤̮̼͕̙͈͖̟̝̔͐̔͂̂̉̋̎̈̊̀̾̿̿̎̕̚͜͝d̷̡̢̡̛̪̘͍̲͔̻͇̭̠̻̩̺̯̺̙̣͇̥̜̲̫̱̥̻̣̩̬͓̝̬͕̜̞̼͖͔̜͇̩̟̭̰͖͇̱͎̪̩̓͆̒̂͗̈́̍͌͂̓̊͒̾̃̓͐̽͒̈͗́̒̾̾̏̈̋̉̀̑̑̔̈́̾̚̕͘̚͜͜͝͠͝͠ÿ̸̨̛̛̛̛̝̥̠͍̺͙̖̝͈͔̪̠̣̘̖̥̙͒̏̒̉̈́̅͐̃̆̐́̀̔͛͂̈́̀̓͐͆͌́͊̾́̍̎̽̎̈́̈́͛͂̃́́̓͐͂͘̕̚͘̕͝͝͝͝͝
don't you miss me you miss me?
y-y-yyy ꝊɄ īꞩ ᵯē
SMASH! He remembers. Heremembersherememb...
What was he thinking about?
Poseidon drags his hands back his blond curls. Right.. Maybe Izanagi I̶̛͎z̷̨͚͍̬͛͒̕͝a̸̹̫͉̝͈͕̓̀͛͐̽n̸̺͖̽̈̾̇̅͝á̸̭̙̭̠͉̈́ͅg̶̖̖̗̫͇͇͋̇ỉ̷̮̇͌̈́ can tame that (Hi s shes hishishishishis nooneelse nobody else) brat.
...Poseidon should do his paperwork. Right that's what he was thinking. After he does not love Percilla bb-0t sheshiswife.
Right?
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3.
Percilla rolled around in her bed; she was very very bored. It had been days since Izanagi burst into Adamas' mansion? House? whatever weird-battleship it was, and declared a playdate with Susano'o and "Oh since you too are so similar why don't you have a sleepover? It isn't very good for a young girl to stay in hellheim for so long…"
yadda yadda yadda. She denied at first, because she didn't want to be impolite or overstay her welcome.
But Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susano'o insisted. "Please stay, you won't be impolite, you'd have fun, you'd play with us, after all… you're his bride." Were all Japanese gods like this?
She understood the whole, overly polite and quite frankly them stuffing themselves with a whole lotta clothes. They tried to have her wear a kimono too and got weirdly sad and determined after…
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… it was..so…
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Something red flutters outside. Red oak leaves fall bringing… Hona, please wear something. Percilla raises an eyebrow at her trying for the nth time to have her and her children wear "appropriate clothes".
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Wasn't he lovely?…..?09Ol'/,smcv
Percilla flinched, wha? Was she just staring out the window? At that moment Izanagi tripped into her bedroom, accidentally slamming the door.
He grimaced at the sound then turned towards her with a worried smile. Why was he worried?
"Uchu," he said flailing to get upwards. "Why don't you join us for some-" Izanagi stopped and stared at the red leaves. Just as she was a moment ago. He smiled melancholicly.
"私の妻, I'm sorry for the sight my Uchu, Please join me and Izanami for dinner. The children are unable at the moment." "'Nami? She's here too?"
Percy was someone with a very obvious softspot for 'Nami. She couldn't help but adore her, she was just soooo sweet and kind and warm. Save for her weird comments about marriage sometimes. But weren't all elder ladies like this?
("Hah? How come she calls you 'Nami but I barely get her to not call me sir?" "HaAaHAHA! Relax she'd be calling you HuSbANd~ soon.")
His pretty face scoffed at the nickname. "Yes yes. 'NAMI will be there as well."
"Oh sorry sir-I mean Izanagi.. I'd be going- Of course." Percy gave a crooked grin in contrast to Izanagi's beaming smile.
"Well, see you soon but may I help you pick out some robes?" Izanagi cupped his lips and jaw with one hand. Still beaming just curious now.
"N-No no," Percy grimaced "Thank you but no, I can do this on my own."
"Certainly, but remember to wear white, dear. now I'll be off."
-One weird tea ceremony on the tatami floors without Izanami and instead a puppet because she had to go to the bathroom for some reason. And dinner with the rest of the family later.
Percy remarked "Wasn't there so many more people than usual?" She said as she held hands with Izanagi on the way back, He was shuffling behind her but she told him that it felt weird to have someone looming over her. So now, handholding.
Izanagi just smiled. "Oh, no I don't think so, everyone don't see Izanami-oneesan a lot, maybe that's why?" Percy hummed, "Huh, but I still think that's bigger than usual.
His smile darkened where she couldn't see it. "Oh don't worry. It wasn't unexpected after all," Izanagi simply continued with the walk. You're my wife now "She made an official visit rather than usual. Perhaps that's why."
2.
"mrhn" Percilla moaned in her sleep as she drooled onto the pillow. Izanagi was silently brooding on the side.
Truly? After all this time of me trying and begging her for more clothes she sleeps in this?! Izanagi laments, glaring onto the offendingly normal seal pajamas. It was a normal white and blue gown with tiny seals pecked upon the clothes.
Truly it was a miracle that Izanagi can remain such a prude in years beyond numbers could contain.
Percilla fwumps to the side. So called 'promiscuous' night gown slips up revealing an ankle alongside half of Percy's left calf. He sighed hands covering his sneer, I suppose I should truly declare war, perhaps the Celtic pantheon first…
He remarked; anger flickering at the thought of Cu Chulainn. The surrounding area tensed. Palpable anger — no matter how small to Izanagi — was enough put pressure so thick Percilla could nearly taste it on her tongue. "Hwuh?" her eyes fluttered open, "AAAAHHH!" Percilla screamed.
"Percy!?" Izanagi crept closer, a bad choice since all she could see in the dark was a giant looming shadow. She knocked several things around her.
A picture of their wedding surrounded by Izanagi's family, Plushies of various mortal creations most notable a toddler sized Squirtle, along side soft pillows from Valhalla, scrambling to get riptide she threw several onto Izanagi and the wall.
"PERCY!? What's wrong?" Saying Izanagi was confused was an understatement.
"AAAAHH" "PERCY PLEASE!" Izanagi was about to cry, was he that scary? Unfortunately yes he was as a god. Izanagi grasped her shoulder, a remaining pillow clenched in her hands like a projectile.
Percilla wheezed, out of breath from yelling and flailing under a weighted duvet. "hiuh— Hisha??" she croaked voice cracking halfway.
"Yes! yes yes Izanagi, thats I, uh." Izanagi stared awkwardly, feeling like how he was at the beginning of his courtship in the previous timeline.
Am I… fated to be awkward..? His hands couldn't quite stay in one place, one moment on his head flumping down the elaborate hairdo, then the next at his hips, then on her before flinging it backwards behind since he touched her bare neck and shoulders.
Izanagi felt embarrassment. Percy cringed with secondhand-embarrassment, "Uhm.. I'm sorry sir- I mean Izanagi-sir I, erm. I'm sorry Izanagi... for hitting you…" Percy kneeled on her bed looking at her knees out of guilt.
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Why wasn't her saying anything? Percy eyes gazed above her eyelashes softly, only to drop her jaw and stare with a pale face at Izanagi looking severely dejected.
Face in hands clumping his hair in a vice grip, twitching his head into hitting himself on one knee while the other dangles off the bed. Wa- was this really Izanagi? I mean he always acted so suave and not… like. urhg.
Percy struggled to think of a way to call him pathetic without being rude. "Just…" He perked up and tried to act on his desires, shoving her down on the bed.
In any other occasion Percilla would've yelled and panicked, but Izanagi was—in very crude terms, — Cute like this; Eyes flickering to the side, unable to properly see her, and face blushed so much with golden ichor he brought Apollo's sun to shame.
"Just.. Go to sleep…" Izanagi's soft voice murmured more to his shoulder with his neck contortions than to Percilla lured her back to slumber with divine coercion.
A fancy way of saying he was so embarrassed he used enough energy to nearly keep her in a coma for days. Uhnwhaaaa…
Her hands fell slack onto her body, the edges of Izanagi's robes stuck out from her gripping it when he pushed her down in small handprint sized wrinkles.
Quite frankly Izanagi wanted to just hold her as he watched her sleep, feeling the rise of her chest against his with every breathe she took.
Sexual pleasure was the last thing he wanted after that horrible display. But he must, he can't let her virginity be something those Peh insects could tie her down with.
Let it be said that he did learn from Hades' past failure. Now where Hades left an opening Izanagi will meticulously block and seal every chance so that she would remain only HIS for all eternity.
So He must properly finish this even if he's embarrassed out of his mind. Izanagi cupped his hand around her small waist. covering it completely with plenty of room on his hand to spare.
He traced every wrinkle with tender care, sliding downwards until the expanse of his thumb covered her pubic area. From the womb where he'll carefully bring back his precious children with her from the past-future.
And many more to come only in this timeline. "私の妻, My wife. I promise to be very careful." Izanagi's loving pleas fell on unhearing ears.
He understood that it was hard for Percilla to accommodate for his size in the past, and he had no doubt it would be any different now especially since she had never been ah, Stretched before.
He smiled, kissing her bare nape and smothering it with his tongue; his saliva drenched the collar. Izanagi groaned as he sat up from the uncomfortable half-kneel.
His puckered lips led a string of saliva towards his Percilla, All soft and sweet in her sleep.
"Haaa.." Izanagi sighed clumsily letting down his hair from the rows of circles around his head, untying sash and slipping out the layers upon layers of robes.
Swssshhh, Soft sounds of Izanagi brushing off tangles in his hair surrounded the room. All that remains is a pair of hakama pants.
Izanagi's long hair smooths out around Percilla's face like a silk veil. Izanagi kissed her soft lips moaning now and then at the taste of his wife. "Mhn Percilla… My wife… Mine, only mine, right dear?" He says jokingly.
Knowing that there is little to nothing that she can do, freedom merely granted her a horrid death so isn't it better to stay captive in his loving arms?
Percy… Izanagi explored the roof of her mouth all the way to the back near her throat, delighting in the way she twitched when his tongue pressed her gag reflex.
His eyes closed in delight, shivering in pleasure with each grope and exploring hands, painting out a map of Percilla's body. He would've said that every time felt like the first but this truly was the first time with each other wasn't it?
"fwhuu, ngh." Percy moaned soft snores descending down to exclamations of her pleasure for him to hear.
His fingers slid up wrinkles in the fabric that teased around the expanse of her thigh. Grabbing that -previously unmarked- leg and hoisted her legs on to of his kneeled ones.
Izanagi had to unfortunately part from her inviting mouth. Oh right Izanagi tilted his head as he grabs one of the surrounding pillows to for her hips.
One hand slanted up the seal nightgown while the other loosened the hakama. His knuckle pressed onto the lower expanse of the torso where it meets her underwear. Percy shivered when Izanagi stretched his hand.
The tip smeared precum all over the already slick panties.
Making a mess to the point the underwear was unsalvagable. "Haaaa, you make me crazy my Uchu…" Izanagi's eyes took on a dark gleam as his hands slid open her underwear.
Izanagi groaned voice going far deeper than he'd normally intone out of consideration for her fear. He was far too afraid to try to even put just the head inside.
But feeling the warm slit pressed against the weight of his hard groin was almost enough to make him cum in his pants. Izanagi fumbles to get his cock out. "Ah mhn.." He moans softly as his the head slides between her outer labia.
Hitting soft folds as he grinds against warm and slick crevice. It was so tiny, It could barely a third of his dick even when he was soft.
He was and still is amazed any time he actually slipped the entire head to base inside her. Izanagi's thumb palms at the tiny nub while he thrusts at the air. A chorus of tiny "Ah, ah ah..!" moans through Percy's drooling mouth.
"Uchu.. I love you so Soo soooo much! You're mine right? Minemineminemine all mine to claim and mark and love and— and-" Izanagi shuddered while Percy clenched on nothing.
"…!!" His long hair intertwines with her curls. Izanagi gasps hardly, feeling each tiny twitch and shudder under him. He was quite glad Percilla was asleep even if he felt sad at missing her reactions; he was making such a mess between her legs.
"…." Izanagi trembling hands smears the fluids on her, to her stomach and stops at her breasts. Urhg uhmm Izanagi felt his cheeks flush again.
He inches closer skirting the dress up with great care. Percilla shivered when the gown barely hid her shoulders and nothing more.
Izanagi cups one breast with his greedy hands, kissing it mere inches from her areola. His dick throbs as he fists it a few times, slick still dripping under as a makeshift lube. "Hah..! Percy… Mrhn" Izanagi moans warmth spreading between the two of them like a furnace.
Maybe, just maybe I could fit inside her? Just a bit more stretching… Izanagi felt dazed from pleasure, wanting to fill Percilla with his children, his mini-treasures.
He mouths at her breast, toying with the erect nipple while his remaining hand tease at her clit, dragging his fingers till there's pressure at the clenching entrance. "Just a little more my wife, you can do it.. don't worry" Izanagi purrs, sending vibrations across her chest with his butterfly pecks.
"Oh my Uchu, mine, jusssstt mine. All mine now, so sweet" Izanagi stutters the more his pace quickens. "Yesyesyesyess..! Percy, baby, My wife, would you like babies? You were such a good mother.."
Izanagi marks Percilla, giving hickeys and an array of bites, he would swear that he's not this possessive normally. But really his wife would look Soo pretty all pregnant and dependent on him.
Besides showing off was less violent than murdering those maggots anyways, Izanagi gave cold smile pressed against her bare skin. Wouldn't she look much cuter pregnant with sweet milk in her breast and a baby in her belly?
Far better with his babies, he'll love her and woo her and hopefully breed her with his many many children inside her womb, he remarks as he slips the first finger inside her.
Percilla shivers, hips lifting for a scant moment as her body shakes "Oh Percy, my little wife.. you can handle it sweetie, don't worry I'll stretch you until it fits."
Izanagi lathers kisses and affection as if it'd heal what he is doing to her.
"Ngh-"
Percilla's mouth gaps a tiny bit, dripping drool over her chin that Izanagi licks up— practically devouring her face— he drags his tongue over her skin, leaving spots of saliva making her skin sticky and wet.
"Ah, ah!~" Percilla's squeals and moans rise in a high pitch as Izanagi rams his finger on just the exact spots that make her shudder.
"Uchu… Just a little more, don't worry.. My wife, Tsuma, My sweet doll, You can hold on for me yeah?" Izanagi gushed declarations of love about her. By everyone would know about him taking a long time for his first night.
Her body thrashed around, making the bed creak and move, "Ah ah, mnh Ah!"
Izanagi cooed at her shaking in pleasure, —honestly it would be much easier if she was as honest as her body— He grabbed her inner thigh, letting his hard cock press against her stomach.
Izanagi's fingers toyed at her lady bits, while his other hand hiked up her left thigh making his fingers drop further and Percy tongue lolled out, "Hahn!" Percy shrieked as she came.
"Mgh-" Izanagi dick throbbed, a pleasurable weight if not for the massive amounts of sticky fluids dripping making a mess on her body. He could feel the minute twitches and tightening around his fingers.
Admittedly he should've done more rounds with his fingers but he was just so impatient already, besides two fingers was more than enough right?
Izanagi was still incredibly worried but still it had been so long already. Percilla would forgive him, he's sure of it. Izanagi rationalized sliding his cock till it kissed the small entrance.
At times like these Izanagi gets reminded of the size difference between them. She was as small as a doll to him. Her vagina, stretched to the point that there was a small gap was barely enough to cover the head of his dick.
"Ah, mhn." Percy's vagina pulses making it a squeeze around him that had him seeing stars. Her eyes watered at the pain. "Shhh,Percy it's alright just a little more." Izanagi said unsure how long that 'more' entailed.
Izanagi slowly weighed down inside Percy, each inch making him feel lightheaded, his body flushed with warm ichor.
His tall stature and long hair loomed over Percilla like a curtain allowing only his gaze to descend on her bare body. Were anyone to come into the room they would've thought he was a golden statue by how his skin was more ichor-coloured blush than its original shade.
"Ha.. Haa." Izanagi shuddered, his cock was over a third inside her yet her vagina pulsed and tightened, It was by mere fact that he laid with her on their marital bed countless times that made him know she came yet again.
"Oh?" Izanagi lifted up from his fierce long sessions toying with her upper body with his mouth. Izanagi looked at Percy with hooded eyes— trailing down her sweat-ridden body— as he pressed on the very noticeable bulge.
This soon? Or had I simply lost track of time. "Sweetheart.. I might regret this later," his eyes darkened with the rare sadistic turn.
"My wife…" He began, seeing the Percy stirring in her sleep. "Shouldn't it be time to see what's happening?" Izanagi invoked, patiently edging himself deeper inside her. "Ah.. AAAHHH??" Percilla yelled staring down at his nearly naked body.
"What? No wait Iza-" She scrambled, trying to shuffle off his cock, "Oh? Should it not be obvious what I'm doing?" Izanagi leaned towards her, dragging her back with a hand on her waist and resting his chin between her bosoms.
Previous shame and embarrassment about his failure before never to be seen.
"Besides you're my wife, are you not?" He asked rhetorically, moping at her panic and fear.
"HUH? What nonononono. Get away-" She screamed nails scratching at an invulnerable body, Izanagi pouts, a cute sight if he weren't raping her. "Percy… That's not a nice thing to say to your husband." The hand that was holding her thigh for space trailed up to her shoulders and dragged her.
Percilla yelped as she bent in half allowing Izanagi to thrust in farther than before, what scared her besides the obvious act of him lusting for more ways the fact that her body was ridden with hickeys.
What happened? That shouldn't be possible I mean I got the Curse of Achilles right? Right…? Her face paled to the point it was near blue. "What's wrong, Percy?" Izanagi asked worry on his face.
Well aside from you fucking me onto the mattress.! "Mah- My-" "Your curse?" How did he know that!? Percy nodded fervently trying not lose her mind.
Izanagi breathed a sigh of relief, hair shielding parts of his face in loose strands unlike his normal formal appearance. "Oh, I was so worried I wasn't doing well or something, It had been quite long since I last had sex." He said as if he wasn't currently making her see stars.
"Ah, I—!" Percy groaned feeling like her mind was slipping out of her head onto the metaphorical sidewalk. Izanagi could see her face go slack, all messy and near passing out yet still think that she was the most beautifull being in existence.
"Uchu, I'm sorry but this might take a while." He smiled as he gribs her waist to the point there were red handprints on it.
1.
Hera was very happy for her niece, she swore! Really marriage is a wonderful thing and people should respect her for it more. It's just that, really? NOT inviting the goddess of marriage for a Greek wedding?
Granted the Shinto pantheon had their own deities for love and marriage but that girl was Greek! Greek she says, even if she couldn't plan the wedding as Izanagi was her husband she should've at least been invited!
Hera grinded her teeth in jealousy at just how grand the wedding must've been. A marriage to a primordial was no small feat and her niece ought to be treated with respect.
How that girl managed to score the stubborn Izanagi was a topic that went on for DAYS between all the love gods and goddesses, much more how he binded their soul unlike any marriage before.
If only her dimwit of a husband could muster a fraction of that loyalty and devotion.
"And would you stop dragging your feet!" Hera yells at Zeus spitting out excuses for him sleeping with that fucking nymph on THEIR marital bed. Fools, the men in her pantheon all are, fools. She clicks her tongue as she took a seat on the chair her grandmother arranged.
Hera gave a cunning smile to Izanagi's wife, "Percy was it?"
She said to the little girl with trembling hands, was she that afraid? Oh wait nevermind. Hera gave a pointed look at the still fresh handprints on her wrists. Percilla hides it quickly, she wore a lot more layers than the norm. Trying to hide what entailed on their wedding night Hera supposed.
Not that it hides anything, All three realms knew about it, partly because of just how big a deal it was and partly because it was a 'baby boom on steroids' Husbands and mistresses getting caught all over, if there was sex there was a bastard.
Not to mention the several new planets and galaxies made out of their passionate night, well days and nights. Hades had been utterly distraught, nearly kidnapping Dionysus for drinks.
People had been worried about a alcohol problem and gods can't even get hungover.
Hera mused giving a glance at the dejected Hades, he truly resembled the whole 'underworld' theme with his gloominess. Bah, and not to even talk about Poseidon. Drowning the realms constantly, Chthonic gods were busier than ever.
"I have repeatedly told all that I hate parties." Speak of the devil and he shall arrive, Poseidon face got even colder seeing the hints of a hickey peek out of his daughter's neck.
"Tch!" He sat down right next to her glaring at the tea like it was reason for all faults.
Mother Rhea beamed with joy, she was a comforting light shining over everyone in the room, "Well, I'm so glad we have everyone here. Would anyone like more tea?" "No mother." Hades moped.
"No thank you."
"Well yes! Yes, Hera have some of these snacks." Zeus yelled, holding a plate full of mismatched appetizers.
"No." "Ur, Yesh" Percilla rasped, her voice sore and coarse, Hera felt pain in her throat just by hearing it.
Hestia quickly gave her a second cup full of chamomile. "Th- Hank cuu." "Please stop talking I'm getting a sore throat just by hearing you." Hera cringed biting onto one of party appetizers.
She watched as the girl blushed a worryingly bright shade. Out of nowhere she feels a tsunami rising as she nearly chokes on Poseidon's anger
Then Hera suddenly wants a cup of smooth wine watching Hades about to cry. Just how mentally unstable are these men?!
At this point all that everyone else could do was glance at each other to see who was willing to put up with this mess. Not. Me.
Hera shakes her head violently at Demeter glaring at her. "So what are we playing? Charades?" Zeus offers his unwanted and unneeded opinion. "No." Hades grips his chair far harder than he needs to.
Hera takes back her previous thoughts about joy
This party is a damned mess. What was mother thinking? Did she want the realms to drown?? Was that it? Rhea on the other hand was slightly thinking she underestimated the situation. "Ahem. Why don't we start eating."
Percilla nods her head, showing off the back of her nape by accident where a rather large bite was visibly showing. A tear actually sheds down Hade's cheek sending a shock throughout the party-goers.
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I should've married her the first chance I had, courtesy be damned. He scowled while his niece stares at him in confusion.
Everyone was staring at him in confusion actually. He was just only staring at Percilla. "Hades!—" Suddenly Poseidon threw his trident at him. "You…" Poseidon's eyes shake.
An electronic blue fogged over Poseidon's eyes, It was a soft glitch, easily mistaken for the shake of anger unless you were truly looking for it. "Lord UNCLE!" "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT" Heracles and Zeus stood up, in worry and excitement respectively.
"Everyone! ENOUGH!" Rhea yelled the grounds trembling in her wrath, "I have made this arrangement in hopes that Poseidon and Percilla make up." ("Hr-What?" Wasn't that kinda obvious?)
"Yet despite all of my efforts, this happened. And Zeus get back here!" She slams her hand on the table glaring at the retreating Zeus. Hera waves her hand to change the tea into hard vodka, gulping it as Mother Rhea lectures indiscriminately.
"—He lusts after my Daughter." "Wait what?" Hebe nearly gets whiplash. "Hah! Was my Persephone not enough— "Can someone explain—" "Holy Hadeesss~" "Niece kink I swe—"
"Everyone! TIME OUT ALL OF YOU, oh except for you three." Mother yells the last thing she heard before a bright flash of colour as she alongside the others onto the 'Time-Out Island'
Heracles disheveled his hair "But I didn't do anything?" Demeter yells at her son, "You threw a chair in the panic and nearly hit Percilla, if anything the innocent one in this was Persephone and I."
That was it, she could excuse Demeter saying what Heracles did but she draws the line at claiming innocence, "Oh like You two didn't turn the palace into a rendition of the Celtic pantheon's forest? Think before you speak why don't you."
"Why you…" BAM! Loud explosions reverberated throughout the island. "POSEIDON!!" Everyone ran to see Poseidon throwing entire trees at an equally belligerent Hades.
"Your fault. This is all your FAULT!" Poseidon's booming voice sends Persephone to her knees as a weaker goddess.
Hera regrets ever being here, she wants to crash onto a bed for a decade.
She stares at Zeus. "No more parties. Not until at least fifty years" Zeus sputters, he nearly drops a coconut on his foot, "Whaaaa? That's so not fair, I mean an Awesome party has to cancel out like- at least three bad ones?"
"—WHAT DID I DO POSEIDON?" Hades' was visibly angered at Poseidon attacking him thrice now and also incredibly confused? Hera thought he knew about his crush?!
"You stole my daughter! Mine MINE PERCILLA IS MY WIFE NOBODY ELSE CAN HAVE HER!" She thinks Dionysus or someone else cursed him with madness for his attitude.
Wait did he just say he likes his daughter? "TELL THAT TO IZANAGI?!" Her brother— who was a sobbing mess — nearly ripped off Poseidon's arms only to yell 'SORRY!' then gave him a knee and broke his nose instead.
Ichor seeps onto the ground and sea, Poseidon, seeing this, reverted streams of gold and blue spikes directly back onto the origins of each ichor and twisted.
"AURGH!! WHAT THE HELL!" She wasn't even the one he was fighting! Hera screeched; releasing his captive arm and clawing at her neck, seeing spikes burst out from her body to return onto her neck like chains.
BOOM! Thunder cracks, hitting everyone in the vicinity. Her first thought was to yell at Zeus to control his aim before seeing the angered face of her mother.
…..Well…At least she'd be getting that rest now. "All of you. What. Happened." Rhea crossed her arms, this would be a looong conversation.
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Izanagi was very pleased, Poseidon regaining his memories nearly put a damp on his mood but the fact that nobody else did cease his worries.
Who would believe someone they perceive as mad after all? Moreso his darling Percilla stayed by his side more now in fear of her 'father'. At times Izanagi felt that her humane nature was dragging her back from properly being his.
But right now he was very glad that she still retained her aversion to incest even if he himself found it strange.
Ah well, his wife was simply that innocent right now, He supposed. Currently all he needed to do was reassure his wife that he'll protect her and groom her to be his perfect bride— Even if he believes she is already perfection as is.
Amaterasu was taking care of the latter while he takes care of the remaining pests, all so curious to see what his Uchu managed to do to ensnare him so much, as though his mercy was at the brink of destroying everything for love.
As if he was all the more ready to tear limb asunder and eyes to dust for daring to breathe near his precious wife.
Presumptious, the lot of them.
He sneered, ever since that bastard cheated on his Percilla Izanagi's patience had been trickling down the drain.
Izanagi pondered what he should do if his Percilla decides to follow in Poseidon's trace and regain her memories. War with the Celtic pantheon he could handle moreso if he tells them that he reverted time back.
An army would ready itself without the slightest hesitation at the idea of a haughty half-breed making his wife Ah. forcing him to revert back time for his Percilla.
Well, even without doing so Lugh is the one of the very few that cares for his adoptive son. The rest would move on without batting an eye even if Izanagi took his sweet time torturing the daylights out of that cheating whore.
Now that's a good idea. Izanagi hummed "—p-please…" The man croaked, voice ragged from screaming.
Tear tracks down onto fresh wounds. "i-I swor-re that I didn't know she was you w-AHHH!" The man yelled bloody murder as Izanagi gouged out an eye. Youngsters nowadays, always so… sensitive.."
"I—i-i'm./?" "Tch. Even if it's a split consciousness. I should be with My wife, uninterrupted."
He smiled.
"Answer me on the Lady Styx truthfully and I might let you leave," He grips the offender face until dents were formed, "I swear! I swear on the river Styx to be truthfull!"
The man nods fervently hoping that he might have even the slightest chance to leave.
Izanagi shakes his hand off the filth, "Right then, was it not you who tried to kidnap my wife?"
His face pales until he appears like a suffocation victim— Head bowed low like a pig on the way to supper,— he says, "I-ii-I I wuh- I wuhsh.." Izanagi couldn't tell if the chains were rattling from his trembling or the fact he just cut off the man's hands.
"GyAAAHHH!! Uhh Urp" Disgusting..! Izanagi covered his mouth with his long sleeves If only Percilla would wear a matching set as well.
That thing's bile nearly touched his shoes! His wife gifted him that in return of a courtship gift! Alas it would appear it didn't understand the importance of such a thing.
Izanagi glared at the fresh ichor he called bile like it was the root of all problems, or perhaps that was just him gazing at the origin of it.
He sighed, Izanagi had worn the clothes his Uchu complimented, with the shoes and accessories she gave him, for their date. Carrot and stick as they say, his wife hasn't tried to escape in a week!
As a good husband it was only expected that he rewards his wife for her good deeds and train her to stay. Yet despite his joy and hopes to have a lovely outing together, ending off with hopefully a night to remember.
Yet despite his efforts for everything to go well, he had to cut the evening off short by a worthless idiot attempting to kidnap his precious and oh so lovely darling.
The only recompense for the disaster of today would be that his Percilla is already safe at home with Amaterasu and the other version of himself comforting her.
"—uh ur I'm sorry I'm so shor- urk." Izanagi steps directly onto its bleeding shoulder "Shut it," he says smiling.
Look. Wasn't he so gracious to kneel down to Its eye level? The fact that it includes tugging on the thing's hair and making even more of a mess on the footstool was a mere sidenote.
"Now.. I am missing my wife you see. But she'll get mad if she sees you like this," Izanagi looks at it pitifully.
"So. Just this once I'll be merciful." It smiled crookedly showing missing teeth and cracks to an endless sea of gold swirling into the empty abyss.
"Th- Thank you! I swear than-" .
…
The head was cleanly sliced off, as the rest of the body crumbles to Niflhel. "I mean, you always swore that you would rather die than never being able to see my Percilla again didn't you?" Izanagi lifted remaining scraps of fabric left over. Greeks he swore.
.
.
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"Right? Apollo?" Izanagi lit a small fire, a fitting end for a sun god, to be burnt flames of their own domain. Aftar all..H̵e̶ ̷ w̶͙͊o̴̙̾ṋ̸̄'̷͉̏ẗ̷͍ b̵͕̤̱̩͖̱́̔̉̄͐̕͠ę̸̧͔̋̏̎ m̸̨̢͉̬͉͎̜̱̮͉̩̲̳̟͌͐̂̌̅̌̈̈̌̓͠i̵͍͗́͌̉̑̒͛̍̒͂̌̒͒͝s̶̡̛̛̺̥̳͇͓̬̗̼̗̤͒̎̓̍̒̈́̌̍̉̀͒͘͝͠s̸̰̙͍̰͇̻͕͚̫̫̀̀̓͘͠ͅe̵̢̮̭͉̔͋̓͗̏̓̈́̊́̐̔̏̉̅͠͝d̷̢̛̛͉̦̘̺͓̭͎̪̂͗͌͘ͅ
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Poseidon was curled onto one of Percilla's pillows, inhaling deeply and barely daring to exhale and cover one of the remaining things with Percilla's scents with his own.
Frankly he looked pathetic like this, he was no more filthy and imperfect as the lesser gods coveting his daughter, but what did he care?
His lovely, lovely, daughter (no longer his bride) was snatched by that filthy primordial.
His claws grip the soft fabric, careful not to shred the pitiful remnants of his daughter. He wanted his Percilla back, to hell with elegance. But…
For all that Poseidon was as a supreme god, Izanagi was twice, no, ten times more powerful and divine. Even a war would do nary a scratch on his body.
The soft scents of Percilla's fragrance could hardly drag him back from the churning hatred of Poseidon's rare defeat.
The hatred churns in the air, sending endless oceanic wrath onto the ground, skyscrapers and countless beings, young, old, man or woman, reduced to rubble yet Poseidon's anger did not cease.
Why would he? The lives of wretched mortals and the stray nymph or satyr (His face scowled at the thought) weren't worth even a hair on Poseidon's daughter.
A mere glimpse of her was priceless for them! How dare they see her being paraded throughout as something else than Poseidon and her would-be wedding!
Useless! She should've been married to him! Poseidon nails poked a hole into the pillow's outer fabric revealing the soft filling within and replacing her scent with his.
For a rare moment Poseidon ceased the slaughter as he cradled it closer, holding it tightly as if it would stop the fading, for another moment Poseidon pretended that it was his daughter, his sweet Percilla, and yet his former wife and mother to his— as much as he hated them— children.
He pretended to cradle her close to his chest, gripping her softly with clawed hands and pretending that for at least until the scent dissipates.
That for once in a long time it was her in Poseidon's arms.
"Another one…" Poseidon muttered, pressing his lips to the curve of the pillow as his fangs tore into it, the resulting scraps joining the piles of Percilla's former belongings inside Poseidon's room.
At this point it was hard to distinguish what belonged to whom. Poseidon had rather little possessions of his own inside what was supposed to be the master bedroom, and these days went straight to his daughters bed.
While the young lady's possessions were ahem, used by her father then ends in the overgrowing pile in the corner of his chambers while she stays with her husband.
Nevertheless, both the servants and Poseidon's people would never dare to even utter that thought aloud for fear of joining his massacres as a victim.
The shredded fabric fell onto his bed with nary a sound as Poseidon thought, Those fools believe me a maniac, his wrist thumps on his forehead, staring listlessly at ceiling partially covered by his long fingers.
If a maniac is what they believe me to be… Perhaps it was merely a lack of rest that gave the crazed look in Poseidon's eyes or maybe he never had sanity in the first place.
Then perhaps being the crazy fool they see is the ticket to dragging Percilla back regardless of tears or screams.
- - - -
Meanwhile, Poseidon goes through the godly equivalent of a villain monologue. Percy was holding onto the edge of her vanity table for dear life.
"Mgh.." Percilla groaned inching her body towards the mirror, lipstick smeared around her cheeks, making them flush with harsh pink.
"Mh, MHN..!" She breathed harshly onto her palms, biting her lips with such fervor it would've ripped the entire thing off had it not been for the curse of Achilles. Ichor was quite the handy thing, as she found out shortly before.
On the offside even if it had come from a primordial, it hardly made her own body any more defensive against the very same primordial it came from, "Percy… It's not very nice to hide your voice from your husband."
Izanagi's large hands cover her entire waist, his thumbs pressing onto the small of her back, nails digging dangerously close to her mortal spot. Percilla couldn't quite fathom why he's keeping her mortal still.
But she'd rather not take her chances and make him ascend her from a random question.
A hand slides and gently takes them from her mouth— coming from the front of her stomach and sliding the forearm between her breasts,—Her moans loudly reverbrating throughout Izanagi and her now shared bedroom.
"Ah! Ah ah ahm, mrhg!" Percy unintentionally makes a rather lewd face with her suddenly having to deepthroat Izanagi's long fingers, "Uchu, now that's a sight you should only ever show to your husband."
He smiled, his size makes leaning forward to lick off Percy's lipstick a rather easy task if not for the weird stretch on his back, "Arh, mHN! ahan, mh nn- mn."
Izanagi gave a ticklish suck on the corner of her lips. Saliva drools onto her chin, while a few well-aimed thrusts felled her arm. leaving her to grip a makeup container here or there as her elbow repeatedly slides on the smooth desk.
An eyeshadow palette and maybe a few brushes falls to the floor, He better pay for all of this Percy mentally chides in her head when her favourite blue waterproof eyeshadow breaks apart inside the seashell container.
He hums softly, it was a nice sound covered by the obscene squelches as he used her body like she was a fleshlight.
"Mhargh ha ma-Ish- no mohr" Percilla begs for even a second of rest, Izanagi, to his defence, actually slows down a little as he kisses her.
Sliding his tongue in not-so-smoothly down the way, Izanagi stretches Percy's jaw until it nearly unhinges off the base before taking his fingers out and using it to fondle her breasts instead.
At least it's not as rough as before..? Percy mentally breathes a sigh of relief.
Before quickly taking it back as the hand on her waist suddenly stops holding it. Percy screams were muffled by the tongue ruthlessly exploring her mouth like map to be discovered.
All she did was merely make Izanagi groan as the vibrations send well, wibrations down his mouth.
Percy's legs were already shaking and now she was trying to muster whatever strength left in her to try and not fall to the ground. (And Izanagi's dick by extension) Her husband looks at her trembling form and smiles against their kiss.
Izanagi presses more of his weight onto her, making a rather large bulge that made her look like she was in the early stages of pregnancy with his size. A perverse gleam overtook his eyes as Percy moans with the heavy weight on her g-spot and everywhere else in her vagina actually.
Izanagi hugs the underside of her boobs, with one arm while the other sneaked between her thighs,—she would've wondered what he was doing before or trying to do right now had she had the brain capacity—
"Huhn Ah-" she shuddered feeling a strange cold sensation near her labia. But before she could try to convey her question via facial expressions, Izanagi twists her body into laying on the counter on her back.
She felt as though she was a mere doll whilst he lavished his affections on her overstimulated body. "Isha-nagi...." Percy whimpers as he pulled away.
Izanagi on the other hand was positively gleeful, it took so long to get his wife to be as willing as she was now, yes, but it was all worth it. After all the mere sight of her like this, all begging for more made him want to spoil her until he was the only thought in her pretty little head.
Percilla shuddered despite not seeing the sadistic look roaming her shaking body. Her legs were dangling off the vanity, the only thing not shaking from the sheer grip of Izanagi's hands.
Her body grinds and trembles while Izanagi slowly pulls out, taking deep satisfaction from the whines from his with a little guilt.
Percy's body goes taunt then relaxes as she came once Izanagi's cock fully leaves her body. "Oh my uchu, I'm so sorry I had to make you go through that." His face does a soft frown with wax sadness.
Izanagi taps his head against hers, his voice a soothing balm as he caressed her body, full of hickeys and bruises he gave in his definition of love.
Percy hitched her breath as Izanagi trails soft kisses from her lips down to her neck.
He slides his tongue around her collarbone then areola while he teased the other with a softness uncharacteristic to the rough lovemaking before.
She sniffs quietly, her body still twitching whenever Izanagi stimulates the still fresh marks on her skin. Percy had occasionally wondered why he was so obsessed with giving her body this much attention.
(It does make her feel loved when he does this, even if it always comes back to guilt)
On the other hand Izanagi merely wished to show off that she was his wife now in a way completely undeniable with visible affection compared to before. But Percy would never ask in case he might take it as him not giving her far more than enough.
"Nrg. Ah! Izanagi…" Percy held his hair with shaky hands, her legs attempted to close together when Izanagi tugged on her nipple between his middle and index fingers.
A stray pinky catching itself on a large bite mark encasing her entire breast with only a few teeth indents.
The sheer difference in size makes it very difficult for Percy to actually feel like an equal partner instead of a paper doll he toys with, although she wouldn't know what reciprocating him in sex or any matter would entail.
"Iza… Ishanag—!!" Percy yelps, hot breaths paint the air, her legs smeared cum and slick around the table as they slid against each other starting by her ankles enclosed with only one hand.
Izanagi cruelly lined his still-hard cock between the aforementioned closed legs. Her toes touching the dripping tip, feeling the sticky sensation in the half-kneel position made her do.
Skrrch!
Percy yelped, voice mingling with the screeches of her being dragged by her ankle until her butt was off the vanity, the only reason she was still held up was by him balancing her on his hand with her feet thrown up on a wide shoulder.
Her body twists to the left, leaving Izanagi to press his cock straight against a tilted thigh, her husband leaned his shoulder and neck, causing gravity to let him slip between the soft flesh.
He babbled something— most likely praises— yet Percy couldn't hear him from the sound of her heart thumping like it was about to leap for the skies never to be seen again.
Izanagi noticing her dilated eyes and scared demeanor of falling did nothing but to stop merely teasing the now very abused tit and traced his fingers down her spine, and drop her into a hold that left her hamstrings even more sensitive from to his cock.
Percilla scratched Somewhere on Izanagi's skin, she tittered in utter gibberish trying to explain from her drooling mouth for him to stop or slow down. "Ishwgng Pluhs shtahp.."
Percy sniffled and sobbed while he took his pleasure, "My sweet little wife, It hurts me to see you act so…. distant to me." To his credit, Izanagi actually looked sad and remorseful.
But him giggling with meanness while he pressed her body closer, almost grinding her clit and defiantly pressing against the connecting point between the rib and spine gave his intentions away.
"Huh- hic* Hushban..!dh?" She choked on her sentence when Izanagi released his hold, dropping her on his side and making her go down her own bed with a fwump.
"Oh Uchu, please, please say that more often," Izanagi beamed as he straddled her on top of Percy's stomach.
His cock lined up between her boobs, The tip taps on her lips as if saying 'wet this for me won't you?' Percilla looked at him incredulously. Her thoughts went from He can't be serious. to Yep, no he's 100% serious when she looked at Izanagi's pleading face.
Izanagi surprisingly makes the pouting face look cute, despite the inherent cringey-ness of it.
Percilla tentatively leaned forward, she gently licked the top, trailing bitter and sticky semen when Izanagi suddenly leaned forward.
He placed a hand on the streams of hair, unintentionally tugging on a strand while he gingerly strokes his cock with the other. Izanagi moaned, a pleasant hum from deep in his throat.
Percy placed her fingers on top of the maze of vein bulges, nails lightly dragging up the skin into meeting her tongue.
She salivates over the little part that she could actually put in her mouth without practically swallowing it down her throat, Izanagi, for his part actually let her do her thing while merely stroking it whenever he wanted.
"Nh, oh that felt nice." Izanagi praised her continuously throughout her fumbling to pleasure him. The sweet words made her mind want to melt, warm soft feelings bore down on her like a vice around her chest.
Percy felt herself go slack as Izanagi drags it around the roof of her mouth, delighting in her shuffling as best as she can despite the overstimulation and awkward position.
Izanagi twitches before humming and pulling it out from her mouth, causing her to have a little whine she didn't notice.
Izanagi cooed at her for 'obedience' before sliding down till his cock pushed inside her. "h-Hah-ahm,"
Percilla moaned when it finally breached whiny notes causing Izanagi to shush at her softly. "Just a little more…" Izanagi pushed her legs up, the tiny shin kicked at Izanagi whenever he pushed forward.
He dove down onto her neck making wet kisses to comfort her, not that it did anything really, it still hurted like hell.
"Shhh.. don't worry, I'll try not to make it hurt." His breath tickles Percy thought, Izanagi murmurs around her collar bone licking tiny spots around her.
Percy tightens her brow.
He kissed the tip of her collarbone, giving wet smooches when he drags his tongue down, stopping when he was near her areola, before lifting it up and kissing the sweaty skin under her boobs.
he's avoiding it? I think? "Izah-nagi..." He lifts his head, staring into her eyes as if she was the god and he, a mere priest, "Yes, love?" Izanagi teased, his weight pushing down onto her in a mixed-position of a mating press and missionary.
"Mu-my…" Percilla flushed trying to telepathically gesture around the conversation—well, it did work, what with Izanagi being the primordial of creation with plenty of prayers.— but Izanagi merely smiled, "Your? Your what? What is it my wife?"
!!! Percy flushed red, the sight of her shyly covering her face made him want to drag her until their bodies fused into one flesh, blood, body, and soul.
Wouldn't that be lovely, Izanagi's grip tightened momentarily, "Muh.. My n-nipples…." Percy squeaked out, she's still so shy despite our marriage, huh. He could pretend not to hear it and make her beg, but it had been quite a while so Izanagi decided to play gentle.
"Of course."
Izanagi tugged her body closer to him, bending her in half and pressing his mouth to her nipples with a wet pop. "w- Ah!" Percy yelled, her ankles were dragged into shifting her body into a mating press.
Lewd moans and squelches came out involuntarily, she felt hot all curled up with Izanagi like this.
The position combined with his height made a rather awkward fumbling in order to properly reach and twist where and what parts of Percilla's body Izanagi wanted. Izanagi clicked his tongue while rolling Percy's nipples around his mouth, pressing the tiny nub with a clamp.
On his other hand he clasps his fingers around it, the whole breadth of his hand covering far more than just the breast, gently he rolled her body around, continuing with marking hickeys on her back while cupping Percy's tits together like it would bring forth milk from the buds.
"Ah ow, nmh," Pain mixed with pleasure when Izanagi's limbs grew taut, wrist diggins between the ribs while hot liquid seared a way through her womb. Soon…
Izanagi dazedly drew away from her body and turned her onto her back and he pumped the last bits of semen inside her with a twitch, her stomach distends a bit around the torso.
(How lovely would her form be, should she bear him a child once more?)
A blank look forced itself onto Izanagi's face as he pressed their thighs in a mating press that left her curled underneath him once again.
"One more, just another round." Until you get pregnant with our children, the last bit goes unsaid, although Percilla was unable to hear anything under the ringing and stars.
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His Percy holds his hand while she stands on trembling legs stepping forward slowly like a newborn faun.
Wait, that'd be insulting her, she's far cuter than anything. Izanagi seriously questioned himself for thinking of that, his wife pointedly never looking at him or anything within their bedroom going unnoticed.
If it wasn't unnoticed he would've asked something about if she was embarrassed that there had not been a surface untouched by their rigorous lovemaking only to be thrown a pillow at by her.
Fortunately he hasn't making the image of Izanagi and his wife walking tenderly together rather cute yet creepy.
"You're doing amazing Percy! At this rate we could go on a date in about an hour." Izanagi praises her sincerely.
Despite this all Percy could think of was the stares they'd receive. "…Maybe we could go for a walk in the garden instead of for food today? I don't really want to walk much I'm sore."
Izanagi nods and indulged in her request, even if he knows that he gave her enough ichor to not have to worry about soreness, but little enough he gets to do this with her.
He couldn't quite resist helping himself for his wants, coming back to the past made him rather selfish this time.
And also impatient but his children will come back soon with him being a primordial of creation so that part isn't as urgent compared to lavishing his wife with so much affection she'd forget all about her past.
Really it would be much easier for him to brainwash her but he's quite the romantic he had to admit.
"Yes, but let's get back to practicing your walks now." The room grew quiet except for the few steps his wife took to him. Although I might not be the recipient to have her first steps, I can at least have this alone.
Izanagi beamed persistently, truly one would believe he was the god of the sun rather than Amaterasu should they see only the moment of his shining joys. The resemblance felt canny with peace, soft footsteps with a loving hand to guide.
Had it not been for the underlying creepy look in Izanagi's eyes,— lust was a shade prevalent whenever he looked at Percilla from his prudeness, yes.— but there were marks of glitching.
Cold blue gleams of pure light set to warp existence out from itself by a mere change of mood.
Burning flashes of malice that wrap and coil with possessiveness around his Percilla, one that barks at everything to leave without a sound.
A god was a god no matter how gentle and loving they appeared, it was fortunate his mercy enables him to be merely cold to others, if one doesn't count what happened L̴̙͖̙͋͒̋̎̃̓̄͂͑̀̑̈̾ͅͅ@̸̨̟́̉̀̈́̀̓͌̂s̵̨̧̯̹͉̙̥̳̹̟̜̄̽̄͗͒̈́̉̿͆ṱ̵̡̛̺̋͑͑̔̈́̈́t̵͌͐̈́͌̑̽͒̕͜i̴̛̗̠̽̋̈́͛̓̏̌̒̕͠͝͝m̵̛̹̜̠̱̼̗̞͋́͊͐̐̃͐͂̎̒͝=̶̢̖̪̲͍̣͐͠
He gently steps backwards in tandem until his back was pressed against the wall, outstretched hands curled until Percy was secured within his arms, Izanagi's eyes were shining with a pouted lip.
She felt soreness again at the sight of it, "Nuh-uh, nope, I can walk, let's go to the garden." "…Of course, my wife."
He's gonna get scoliosis with how much he's drooping in sorrow. "Yup, let's go." Percy held his hand out of pure pity at his faked patheticness.
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Izanagi was in a very good mood today, his lovely Percilla did 'force' him to buy her new make up and plenty new things to make up for what he broke in their lovemaking, but that merely gave him a chance to spoil her more even if he had to leave to buy all of those.
He felt sad about leaving his Percilla but it was good for her to talk and get ah 'groomed' by his wife's stepchildren, they were far older than her and would be good influences about teaching her.
Izanagi walked with just as much grace and elegance as usual, but if he had a little pep, or hummed a song or two, well who would call out a primordial after all.
"Here, please take these and organize them for my Percilla. In her room." Izanagi placed the ginormous amounts of bags and containers onto his staff's responsibilities in order to go off to play with his wife.
An well-dressed man in a traditional servant-esque kimono, stepped forward.
"Of course lord Izanagi, however a god had blazed through the servants to reach lady Percilla. I beg your pardon, but, did you have guests today?" It was an appropriate question since he was not the head butler or a higher position that allowed him to see the guestbook.
But… "Who was it." Izanagi's voice was cold and harsher than what he'd normally allow to seep through.
It appears the man noticed because his face turned ashen and nervous, "Forive me my lord, the one that passed through resembled a fly—" Izanagi's face tirned into a merciless sneer, already preparing for a massacre on Beelzebub.
"—in armour made of gold and other precious metals." The servant finished, looking like he wanted to run away. Ah, Adamas was it? He's not a threat but I shall come to them anyways. "You may leave."
Izanagi dismissed them all with a wave of his hand, leaving without another word.
On the other hand the servant tensed because he wasn't quite sure how to bring up the fact that the warrior with armour brought another guest as well, one that followed behind with a daze and all covered with blood in blacks.
It should be all right… He scurried along the rest, diligently cleanly, or not so diligently as a few peeked up towards the path to the garden. Not that they can see anything, everything was blocked by Sight in the Palace where Izanagi and his wife resides.
Oh dear, so much work, not enough time. He excused himself off with the small amount of work sanctioned off to each servant for efficiency.
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On the other hand as Izanagi was leisurely walking to the parlour and garden, Percilla was making awkward small talk with Adamas while Poseidon was glaring at the various handprints and markings around her body.
She tried to cover it but it was useless when she had only two hands and a very revealing 'kimono' Percilla was starting to think that Izanagi was trying to persuade her into wearing the uncomfortable clothes by generous amounts of body marking.
That or it was just some possessive kink of his, maybe both, maybe none, She trusts Izanagi to be out of the box.
"Aight soooo~ after Lady Rhea let Poseidon out of the Time-Out Island because of him attacking Hades— What a dumbass.— he proceeds to punch Hades when she brought them together to apologize, and then—" Adamas stopped moving his hands wildly during the story.
"Are y'all like, making like, mental charades or ignoring me. Either way I'm hurt." Adamas waxed sadness by aggressively slamming his palm on his chest-plate.
"No-" "That is none of your business." Poseidon sneered with disgust.
Without another word. he grabs Percilla's wrist harshly as though he was trying to redraw over Izanagi's handprints that went the opposite way and tugged her towards him.
Tsukuyomi and the entourage that accompanied him were drawing a stance like there was about to be war. Albeit some(many) appeared unwilling in the conflict, flinching and positioning out of duty rather than want.
"Take your hands off my Stepmother, Poseidon." Tsukuyomi's knuckled were aimed, fingers bent around an invisible staff or other weapon.
His body stepped back into a lunge as bloodlust coiled in the air, despite this it was careful not to hurt a single Demigod in the midst.
Poseidon, for his worth, did loosen the grip albeit miniscule as it was.
Tsukuyomi glared. He did not pull his hands away.
Poseidonas looked to the ground, or Percilla's chest and semi-obscured waist but who can tell, his eyes were still downwards.
"…Sigh," Poseidon lifts up his daughter's wrist, giving it an audible kiss on the back of her hands with a cruel smirk as though daring anyone to stop him.
step. step. step. step.
"You!" "Tell insults to someone who cares, for I merely despise you, alongside your father, mother, siblings, and each and every single pest here." Poseidon retorts still staring at Percilla and no one else.
Percilla felt like she wanted to crawl into a hole.
The pressure on her dug into her skin like a million knives, "Uh, Daddy, I…" Her eyes skirted to Adamas to tell him to do something to help her.
"Come back to Atlantis, I will bring you to tour with the other kingdoms as is your duty as the imperial princess." He tried to persuade her with something that worked in the past, he stepped closer to Percilla, looming over her though all it did was shove emphasis on his hypocrisy.
"Poseidon, isn't it time for you to stop… uh..?" Adamas put his hand on his younger brother's shoulder, playing into the 'gentle elder brother' aura that Hades emit whenever he talked to them.
Tch "Percy." Poseidon said again, ignoring everyone else's bloodlust and indignity. Even if they weren't a supreme god, they were all still gods!
Percy skirted around the subject at the sound of her voice trying to redirect the conversation into something better. "—And i'm!-" "Percy." "…No.."
Percy looked up at Poseidon's eyes, he looked shocked and angry but she stood her ground, "I said no, I want to see Atlantis in full, yes, I really do! But.. You, make it sound like an excuse, and I'd rather have even the littlest bit of identity instead of some political pawn for you."
step, step, step step step, step…
She tensed her jaw, the atmospher felt suffocating and she truly doesn't understand Poseidon apologizing so it did make sense for her to reject it.
But Poseidon on the other hand was emitting bloodlust so intense it made a few drop to their knees, the sounds of earthquakes could be mistaken for the thumping of fear in everyone's hearts.
"Is that so.."
Don't you fucking dare do something, DON'T you dare. Adamas was panicking inside the suit.
Poseidon let out a sharp exhale. "fuuuu…"
Everyone was on full alert, Tsukuyomi had raised his divine weapon, ready to stab Poseidonas through the neck and call for war on the Greeks.
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"I.. Apologize…"
Clang! Tsukuyomi stumbled, his weapon dropped on the floor alongside his string of sensibility.
WHAT DID HE JUST SAY???
"I had… Originally planned on bringing Adamas here," Adamas revealed himself at that and shouted 'I BROUGHT YOU HERE NOT YOU TO ME!' but his yelling was somehow drowned out by Poseidon's soft words to Percy.
"In order to drop your guard and forcefully bring you back to my palace." He finished, head bowed to his daughter with pleading love in his eyes unflinching at the force of staring from others.
Adamas' jaw was on the floor. He looked like an absolute dunce since like that but no one else was even looking or paying attention to him.
Like yeah the second brother was alive and all, but everyone was far too busy staring at whatever was going on at the moment.
Percilla mentally screamed, Can all of you leave! PLEASE!
"Uh… I'm sorry?" Why did I say that like a question!? "But no.. I will stay with my words, I will remain here, with Izanagi."
(Izanagi stretched his hands towards the doorknob)
"Oh I see.." Poseidon's eyes narrowed at the 'Izanagi' part.
The sound of silence was broken by a creak of a doorknob, all but one turned to Izanagi.
But it was the moment of hope that Izanagi would dissipate the tension in the moment, that cause Poseidon to summon his trident.
Izanagi smiled, "Percy—" his first sight of Percilla in the hour was of yelling and horror from others as one of the fastest gods aimed his Trident to spear Percilla from the small of her back.