You never paid much attention to the "forbidden texts" in the Apollo cabin. That is—until you found the ones no one even knew were there. Dusty scrolls wedged behind an old trophy case, etched with strange, ancient runes that hummed with power. They whispered names not found in modern Camp Half-Blood lore. Names long forgotten. Perseus. Jason.

Not Jackson. Not Grace. No surnames. Just Perseus, God of Loyalty and Jason, God of Bravery.

Something in you pulsed when you read about them. They weren’t myths to you—they felt real. So you followed the trail. A half-broken map, star charts no one had used in centuries, and a path through the deepest parts of the forest where Apollo’s sunlight barely reached.

You hadn’t expected to find a temple. It was nearly swallowed whole by nature. Ivy curled around broken columns. Vines strangled the marble statues of two tall figures—one with a trident chipped at the edges, the other clutching a spear worn smooth by wind.

Curiosity bit harder than fear ever could. You stepped inside. Dust caught in your throat. It smelled like rain, stone, and something old. Holy. Forgotten.

The shrines were still there. Cracked offerings. Rusted drachma. Faded laurels. A shield, blackened and left leaning. A goblet untouched by time.

Jason exhaled slowly. He stood in a beam of light filtering through the ruined roof, letting the storm clouds inside him settle. The thunder had been quiet for too long.

“She’s a demigod,” he said, his voice more whole than Percy’s but lined with the same rust of time. “Apollo’s blood. Can’t you feel it?”

His fingers tightened around the hilt of the invisible sword at his waist. Habit, more than threat. His eyes were on you. Watching. Measuring. Not with anger—no. But with caution.

Because people only came here to take. To prove a myth wrong. Or right. To challenge them. To steal.

But you… you looked lost. Curious. Soft light shimmered around you, and Jason could see the Apollo lineage clearly now. Not just in power—but in stubbornness.

He tilted his head. “Do you think she knows who we are?” he asked.

Percy scoffed, finally shifting. “No one remembers gods who stopped asking to be remembered.”

Dust-choked scrolls wedged behind an old trophy case, humming with power, marked in ancient runes that seemed to glow faintly in the dark. They whispered names lost to Camp Half-Blood lore.

Perseus. Jason.

Not Jackson. Not Grace. No surnames—just Perseus, God of Loyalty, and Jason, God of Bravery. Reading about them sent a shiver through your spine. They didn’t feel like myths—they felt alive. Watching. Waiting.

The pull was impossible to ignore. A half-burned map, forgotten star charts, and a path that cut deep into the forest where Apollo’s sunlight barely touched. And at the end of that shadowed trail—you found a temple. Hidden. Devoured by vines. Cracked columns leaned against one another, and ivy hugged the marble statues of two long-forgotten heroes.

“Someone… really worshipped you,” you muttered to the empty room.

The words didn’t echo. They… answered.

“You still can.”

You spun so fast you nearly tripped over a broken column. Two men stood in the doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, shadows painting their faces sharp. One leaned casually against a cracked pillar, eyes glinting with a teasing warmth. The other stood straighter, silent, his presence heavier than stone.

“Who…” your voice caught. “Who are you?”

The taller one’s lips curved. “You already know our names. You read them.”

Your mouth went dry. “…Perseus. Jason.”

Perseus—dark-haired, eyes deep as the ocean—smiled faintly. “It’s been… centuries since anyone said those names here.”

Jason stepped closer, his voice lower, rough from disuse. “You shouldn’t be here. But… we don’t mind the company.”

You were just about to leave—hand brushing the cold doorframe—when fingers curled around your wrist. Warm. Firm.

“Leaving so soon?” Perseus murmured, pulling you closer.

Another presence pressed close from behind. You froze, caught between them, your pulse thundering in your ears.

“It’s been so long since we’ve seen anyone,” Jason said, his breath brushing your ear. “…Let alone a woman.

Your heart hammered against your ribs as Jason's body heat seeped through your clothes from behind, his chest solid and unyielding against your back. Perseus's grip on your wrist tightened just enough to send a spark up your arm, his ocean-deep eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made the air in the temple feel thicker, charged like the moments before a storm.

"We don't bite," Perseus said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you. His free hand rose to trace the line of your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip. The touch was electric, igniting a warmth low in your belly that you hadn't expected. Centuries of isolation hung in his gaze, but so did hunger—raw, unfiltered.

Jason's hands settled on your hips, fingers digging in with a possessiveness that made your breath hitch. He leaned in closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Unless you want us to." His words were gravelly, laced with a bravery that dared you to push back, to run, or to surrender.

You should have pulled away. This was a temple to forgotten gods, a place of myths and madness. But the vines seemed to tighten around the columns, as if the forest itself held its breath, urging you deeper into the shadows. The scrolls' whispers echoed in your mind—loyalty and bravery intertwined, eternal.

Perseus's mouth hovered inches from yours, his breath mingling with your own. "Stay," he murmured, and it wasn't a request. His lips captured yours in a kiss that started slow, exploratory, his tongue slipping past your parted lips to taste you deeply. You gasped into his mouth, the sound muffled as Jason's hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through your shirt.

The world narrowed to the press of their bodies, the ancient stone cool against your palms as you braced against a pillar for balance. Jason's erection hardened against your ass, thick and insistent, grinding slowly as he nipped at your neck. "You've awakened something," he growled, one hand slipping under your hem to caress the bare skin of your stomach, inching higher.

Perseus broke the kiss, his eyes dark with need. He tugged your shirt up and over your head in one fluid motion, exposing your skin to the dim light filtering through the vines. His mouth descended on your collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, while Jason's fingers found the clasp of your bra, unhooking it with practiced ease. Your breasts spilled free, nipples hardening in the cool air, and Jason's hands cupped them immediately, rolling the peaks between his calloused thumbs.

A moan escaped you, unbidden, as pleasure shot straight to your core. Wetness gathered between your thighs, your body betraying any lingering thoughts of escape. Perseus dropped to his knees before you, his hands working at the button of your jeans, peeling them down along with your panties. The forest air kissed your exposed pussy, slick and aching, and he looked up at you with a wicked smile.

"Beautiful," he breathed, before leaning in to drag his tongue along your folds, lapping at your clit with deliberate strokes. You bucked against his mouth, fingers tangling in his dark hair, while Jason pressed his clothed cock harder against you from behind, his own hands roaming—pinching your nipples, tracing the curve of your waist.

The temple hummed around you, runes on the walls flickering to life as if feeding on the energy building between the three of you. Jason's zipper rasped open, and the hot length of his cock slapped against your bare ass, precum smearing your skin. He guided your hand back to wrap around him, showing you how to stroke his thick shaft, veins pulsing under your fingers.

"That's it," Jason urged, his voice strained. Perseus sucked your clit harder, two fingers plunging into your pussy, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. Tension coiled tight in your belly, the mystical pull of the place amplifying every sensation—their touches, their scents of salt and earth, the ancient power thrumming in their veins.

You were theirs now, caught in the web of loyalty and bravery, and as your orgasm crested, crashing over you in waves that left you trembling between them, you knew leaving was no longer an option. The gods had found their devotee, and the night was just beginning.

Your body still quivered from the aftershocks of your release, Perseus's mouth lingering on your inner thighs as he lapped up the last traces of your arousal. Jason's cock throbbed in your hand, slick with his precum, but he pulled back gently, his touch turning tender as he kissed the nape of your neck. They guided you down onto a bed of soft moss and fallen leaves that seemed to appear from nowhere in the temple's heart, the ancient stones warming beneath you like a living pulse.

"Shh, easy now," Perseus whispered, his voice a soothing wave as he settled beside you, one arm draping over your waist. His fingers traced lazy circles on your hip, coaxing you to relax into their hold. Jason mirrored him on your other side, his broader frame enveloping you protectively, a soft dom's restraint evident in how he held back his own urgency, prioritizing your comfort.

You felt small between them, submissive in the best way—their presence overwhelming yet gentle, urging you to yield without force. Perseus shifted, pulling you onto his lap so you straddled his thigh, the coarse fabric of his pants rubbing against your sensitive folds. "Ride it," he encouraged softly, hands on your ass guiding your movements. You rocked forward, grinding your pussy along the hard muscle of his leg, the friction building a fresh ache as wetness coated his pants.

Jason watched with hooded eyes, his hand stroking his cock slowly while you humped Perseus's thigh. The dry humping motion grew frantic under their murmured praises—"Good girl," Jason rumbled, leaning in to capture your lips in a deep kiss that muffled your whimpers. Perseus's hands kneaded your cheeks, spreading them slightly as you slid back and forth, your clit catching on the seam of his pants with each pass.

The rhythm pulled another moan from you, your body arching as pleasure simmered low. Jason broke the kiss, nudging your head down toward Perseus's lap. "Taste him," he said, voice husky but patient. You obeyed, sliding off Perseus's thigh to kneel between his legs. His cock sprang free when you tugged his pants open, thick and veined, the tip glistening. Wrapping your lips around the head, you sucked gently at first, tongue swirling over the slit to draw out his salty flavor.

Perseus groaned, fingers threading through your hair without pushing, letting you set the pace. You bobbed deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you took more of him in, the stretch of your mouth mirroring the fullness you craved elsewhere. Jason knelt behind you, his hands parting your thighs. "My turn," he murmured, and before you could adjust, his tongue delved into your pussy from behind, flat and broad, licking up your slick folds with firm, insistent strokes.

You keened around Perseus's cock, the vibration making him buck lightly into your mouth. Jason ate you out ravenously yet softly, sucking your clit between his lips, then plunging his tongue inside you, fucking you with it while his thumbs massaged your thighs. The dual assault had you trembling, saliva dripping down Perseus's shaft as you slurped messily, your free hand bracing on his thigh.

They switched seamlessly—Jason pulling you up to straddle his lap now, but instead of entering you, he positioned his cock between your thighs. "Hold them together," he instructed gently, and you did, pressing your soft flesh around his hard length. He thrust forward, the head of his cock nudging your clit with each slide, precum easing the glide along your skin. Perseus watched, stroking himself as you whimpered, the thigh fucking sending jolts through your core.

"You're doing so well for us," Perseus praised, leaning in to suckle your breasts, teeth grazing your nipples just enough to sting sweetly. Jason's pace quickened, his cock slipping faster between your thighs, the friction building until you felt him tense. He came with a low grunt, hot spurts painting your skin and dripping down your legs, marking you as his.

The sight pushed you over again, your pussy clenching on nothing as waves of ecstasy rolled through you. Perseus followed soon after, guiding your mouth back to him for a few final sucks before spilling down your throat, his release thick and warm. Exhausted, sated, you collapsed between them, their arms wrapping around you like a cocoon. The temple's hum faded to a lullaby, and sleep claimed you swiftly, lulled by their steady breaths.

Midnight's chill woke you first, the air thick with silence. Your eyes fluttered open to darkness, the vines casting long shadows across empty stone. Perseus and Jason were gone—no warmth, no presence, just the faint echo of their touches lingering on your skin. Panic flickered, but so did opportunity. Heart pounding, you scrambled for your clothes, pulling them on haphazardly over the sticky remnants of their claim.

The doorway loomed, unguarded. You took your chance, slipping out into the forest path, branches whispering as you fled the ruins. The temple's pull weakened with each step, the night swallowing your escape as you raced toward the safety of Camp Half-Blood, the gods' absence a mystery you'd unravel another day—or perhaps never.

***

Perseus watched from the shadows as you slipped through the temple's arched doorway, your footsteps fading into the night's hush. A faint smile tugged at his lips, the taste of your submission still fresh on his tongue. 'She runs,' he murmured to Jason, who stood beside him, arms crossed over his broad chest, the moonlight glinting off his golden hair.

Jason's eyes, sharp as a blade, followed your retreating form until the vines swallowed you whole. 'As mortals do when the divine burns too bright,' he replied, his voice a low rumble that echoed off the ancient stones. He shifted, adjusting the front of his pants where the ache of restraint lingered—your thighs had gripped him so perfectly, slick with his release, but he'd held back from claiming you fully. Soft doms, after all, savored the yield more than the conquest.

The temple's runes pulsed once more, dimming as your energy ebbed away. Perseus placed a hand on the cool altar, feeling the residual hum of your shared ecstasy—the way you'd ground against his thigh, pussy weeping arousal onto the fabric; how your mouth had enveloped his cock, sucking with eager devotion; Jason's tongue delving deep into your folds, lapping at your clit until you shattered. It had been centuries since a mortal stirred them so, brave enough to enter their sanctum, submissive enough to let them guide.

'Will she return?' Jason asked, though his tone held no doubt. Perseus chuckled softly, turning to face his brother-god. 'Loyalty binds her now, whether she knows it or not. Bravery will draw her back.' They shared a knowing glance, the air between them thickening with unspoken promise. For now, they let you flee—to Camp Half-Blood, to your fragile world—but the mark of gods was etched in your skin, your dreams, your core. The night deepened, and they melted into the temple's embrace, waiting for the pull to summon you again.