This story was requested by a good friend of mine who wanted me to write two alternate reality of her two favorite book series Harry Potter and Percy Jackson. She wanted both stories to deal with what would happen if both Harry and Percy, two characters extremely loyal to friends, were forced to have a harem that they would be dominant over. She also gave me some outlines she would like me to follow. Following contains slight spoilers to the story. If you don't want to know who will be included or what changes will be made, than skip the next two paragraphs.

She asked me to make the PJO story be after Blood of Olympus and Percy forcibly being turned into the replacement of Eros. The girls needed to include at least Annabeth as mistress, Calypso, Piper, Artemis and hunters, Hestia, Clarisse, Rachel, Reyna and Khione. Percy must deal with his new position as well as his new instincts of being dominant.

She asked that Harry Potter should start as normal and contain most of the 7 years and some beyond. She wanted Harry to be the heir of at least one of the founders and maybe someone more powerful. She wanted some OOC characters including a dick/jealous/idiot Ron Weasley, nice Pansy Parkinson, loving and regretful Dumbledore, eventual nice Snape, and a living Sirius. She also requested that I lower the ages of Tonks and Fleur to about 2 years older than Harry and bring the age of Gabrielle up to Harry's age. Given Tonks will be taken, Remus will be happily married. She wanted for Harry be at least, Ginny Weasley, Susan Bones, Daphne Greengrass, Hermione Granger, Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour, Su Li and Nymphadora Tonks. She requested that at least one of the girls to have a slave bond that, like Percy, forces Harry to be a dominant.

While this does seem to be a lot for one person to request all I can say is I am totally whipped, and I owed her a favor. Cassie, these are for you.

Huge Shout out to Percythemasterofall and his story Dark God of Lust for an idea of how to start the story. Also, thank you for giving me the idea for my title.

Let me know at any time if you feel that I overdid or underdid the submissive/dominance of Percy and his girls.

Sorry it took me so long to post the actual story. I misplaced the file.

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Chapter 1

God of What?

Percy awoke feeling well rested. Something he had not felt in a long time. Gaea was dead and they were finally at peace. He looked over at the mess of blonde that lay snuggled into his side. He smiled at the cute noises his Wise Girl made while she slept. The previous night had been special as they had finally taken the next step in their relationship and gave each other their virginity. It had been a long drawn out process each sending the other over the edge multiple times all over the cabin. They had finally collapsed on the bed and promised each other that they would be together always, and Percy had no intent on ever breaking that. 'Even if the gods force me to become the next god of sex,' he thought sarcastically, 'they can't take away my Annabeth.'

Annabeth groaned as Percy moved and her eyes fluttered open. She looked up into his sea green eyes and smiled at the memories of the previous night. Sitting up she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him into a searing kiss, her bare chest pushing against his. Percy moaned into the kiss, deepening it as he trailed a hand down and slipped it into her throbbing folds. Annabeth broke the kiss and rested her forehead on his. She gasped as he ran a thumb over her clit.

"Percy, we can't. As much as I would love to, we need to get up. We've been summoned to Mount Olympus and are supposed to leave right after breakfast, remember?" she moaned as he continued his gentle ministrations.

"I remember," Percy sighed as he pulled his finger out and kissed her neck. "As much as I would like to tell them to wait." Annabeth chuckled and rolled out of bed. She found her clothes from where they had been thrown and slowly, sensuously, pulled them on.

Percy groaned from the bed. "You're supposed to do that in reverse," he complained as he slipped on his boxers and jeans. He reached for his shirt and pulled it on over his toned, scarred body.

Annabeth giggled and threw a smoldering look over her shoulder. "Just play it backwards in your mind. It should last you until we get back," she said as she sauntered over to him, her tight yoga pants making her legs look a mile long.

Percy gulped, "No it won't. It'll just cause a problem for me," he gestured to the painful tent in his pants. She ran a hand against the sizeable bulge, pulling a deep growl from his throat. She gave it a squeeze and then stepped away her hips swaying. "'Beth!" Percy groaned as she danced out of reach. Annabeth's laugh turned into a gasp as he leapt behind her and grabbed her waist, slipping his fingers down the front of her pants and back into her dripping cunt.

"Percy, we really need to go," she reasoned breathily as she felt his fingers rub deliciously against her.

"Apologize first," he whispered, restarting the roleplay they had started last night, living out one of Annabeth's fantasies.

"I'm sorry, master. I'm sorry for teasing you," she gasped out, the command sending waves of pleasure through her.

Percy slipped his hand out and spun her around. "Good girl," he whispered in her ear, sending a shiver up her spine, "now go to breakfast I'll meet you there." Giving her a smack on the bum, he walked into his bathroom.

Annabeth grabbed her brush and released a ragged sigh. Brushing her hair, she walked out into the sunlight. Ever since the battle of Manhattan when she acknowledged that she loved her Seaweed Brain, she had dreamt about him taking her, using her, abusing her. Last night they had made that dream come true and she had loved every minute of it.

Breakfast was eaten hurriedly and the remainder of the seven gathered at the bottom of Half Blood Hill. They had burned Leo in his shroud the night of Gaia's death and Festus had joined Peleus guarding the tree. Leo had insisted on using the physicians cure to bring back Jason, who had been struck in the chest with an empusa's spear. In so doing, he couldn't be saved after his suicide run.

Annabeth looked at the others wondering how they were holding up. She and Percy had started sleeping together every night since their return from Tartarus, and fucking him the night before had relieved a lot of stress for them both, but they weren't the others. Frank was sitting nearby, a forlorn look on his face, Hazel was sitting on his lap tracing the lines on his tattoo. The war seemed to have brought them closer together, but Annabeth was worried about Piper and Jason. Ever since the death of Leo they had been drifting further and further apart. Her thoughts were broken by a presence slipping up beside her and a hand squeezing her rear. She smiled and leaned her head back against her boyfriend's chest. They stood in silence waiting for Argus to bring the van around. Each thinking about what would happen when they reached the throne room of the gods.

The beeping of a horn pulled them out of their wonderings. They piled into the van and Argus took off towards the Empire State Building. When they arrived, the doorman didn't even wait for a request, and just handed them the security key for the 600th floor.

Percy finally gave in to his ADHD and broke the penetrating silence on the elevator ride up.

"So, what do you think is gonna happen?" he asked lightly.

Jason shrugged, "Don't know, don't really care. There's something I need to get back to back at Camp Jupiter."

Piper had had enough and snapped. "What! What is so important that you have to get back to!" she yelled.

Jason went white and suddenly found his shoes to be incredibly interesting.

Piper stumbled backwards in realization. "Another girl," she whispered, tears dripping down her cheeks.

Annabeth pulled the trembling girl into a hug as she broke down into sobs. Everyone stared at Jason as he slid to the floor of the elevator looking ashamed. "After our quest to save Juno, or Hera, whatever she's called, I started to remember. But there was one thing that I felt was still missing. I never realized what it was until she approached me after the battle. One look at her face, and I remembered," he explained, his own tears making tracks down his face. "Piper, I never meant to hurt you, I just didn't know how to tell you."

"SHUT-UP!" she screamed "I don't want to talk to you ever again."

The elevator door opened and Piper pulled Annabeth through, trying to put as much distance between herself and the man who had just broke her heart.

"Perseus Jackson," boomed Zeus as the demigods stepped into the throne room, "Finally we may begin."

Percy looked confused. He had come with his friends. Why had he been singled out. He started to speak and ask why he was called when he was drowned out as the king of the gods continued to speak.

"The six of you, plus Leo Valdez, fought bravely to end the giant threat and send Gaia back into a deep slumber. This has left us in your debt. For a couple of you, this is not the first debt we owe you," Zeus started, his eyes boring holes into Percy. "For this we thank you and desire to reward you for your many efforts. We start with Leo Valdez. For his noble sacrifice, Hades has agreed to streamline the process and grant his soul immediate entry into the Isle of the Blest."

Percy smiled. He knew Leo would be happy, and what he received was no less than what he deserved. He squeezed Annabeth's hand as Ares called Frank over. The war gods form shimmered and the features of Mars were seen. Frank knelt at his father's feet, waiting for him to speak.

"Rise son," the Roman god of war said in a surprisingly gentle voice, "For your actions against Gaia and the skill you showed in commanding the dead armies at the House of Hades you are to be given godhood. The god of generals and armies."

Frank started sputtering, he looked at the god before shooting a look of longing towards Hazel. She gave him a watery smile and a nod before breaking down into tears. Mars got off his throne and shrank down to human size. Leaning over he whispered into his son's ear causing Frank to grin.

"I accept your gracious offer."

Mars nodded and grasped Frank's shoulder, a golden aura surrounding them. When the light had faded, Frank stood seemingly unchanged, until he vanished from sight and appeared next to Hazel.

Tilting her chin up gently, Frank leaned down and kissed her. Breaking the kiss, Frank spoke, "Hazel, I have been informed that your gift is to join me. If you so desire, you are to become my immortal wife."

Hazel looked at him wide eyed, searching for any form of deception. Finding none she squealed and jumped into his arms. Grabbing his face, she kissed him again. A pure white aura surrounded the two and matching golden rings materialized on their hands.

Mars pounded his spear on the ground. "It is done," he declared, "Please talk to Miss Chase, when she has time, to design your living quarters." Mars sent a smirk towards Annabeth, who was thoroughly confused, as he stepped up to his throne and took a seat, morphing back into Ares.

"Jason, come forward," Jupiter called, smiling down at his son. "The council heard your promise to become Pontifex Maximus. We are willing to give both you and your lady friend, Krystal, that position if you so desire." Jason shot a look back at Piper who pointedly looked away. He sighed and nodded.

"Kneel then son." Rising, Jupiter put his hand on Jason's head and started chanting in Latin. A golden light flowed from each throne present in the room and centered under Jason. As Jupiter finished, the light seemed to melt into Jason. "Rise, Immortal Pontifex Maximus of the Roman gods. May you serve well."

Jason smiled at his father, stood and walked back to the other demigods. He locked eyes with Piper for a brief second before she turned away, her face red in anger.

Seeing this, her mother stepped down from her throne and walked towards her daughter, shrinking down to a comfortable size before gathering the distraught girl in her arms. She started whispering soothing words as Piper sobbed into her ample chest. As the tears subsided, Aphrodite leaned in and told her daughter something that had her blushing and sneaking glances at Percy. She nodded at whatever her mom had said. The goddess of love smiled, and conjured a throne. Sitting, she held Piper as the other gods turned to Percy and Annabeth.

"Percy, when you first saved Olympus, the gods offered you godhood. You refused for noble reasons and requested that we make some changes. A fair request that we have done our best to uphold." Poseidon sighed as he rubbed his temple, giving his son a smile, "now however, the fates have intervened. You are to be given godhood. It isn't a choice, and unfortunately, Annabeth cannot join you as Hazel joined Frank."

At this Annabeth's hand flew to her mouth. She looked between Percy and the gods. Finding no hope, she released her now ex-boyfriends hand, and backed away, tears streaming down her face. As the fates themselves appeared, she turned and ran from the hall. She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't care.

Percy watched as his beloved girl ran. He tried to run after her but he was stuck in place. Turning, he came face to face with the three fates. Furious, he opened his mouth to scream at them, to demand why. No sound came, and try as he might, he could not utter a word.

Clotho looked at him, with a benign smile, "Do not worry, Perseus. You will be with her soon."

Lachesis continued for her sister, "For the power we are giving you is one in which she will be needed."

"For we know of her secret desires, one of which she revealed to you last night," Atropos took over.

Percy was shocked. He knew the fates were, well, the fates and new a lot but he didn't think they would be able to know anything like that. Blushing, he thought of the ways Annabeth had begged him to use her.

"Eros has faded. A sad punishment for a minor god who chose the wrong side, twice."

"A replacement is needed…"

"And we choose you."

Percy stood, frozen in place, unable to say anything, thinking of what the Fates had just informed him. He just wished he knew how that helped him win his Wise Girl back.

Around him, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, started chanting in a language far older than the gods themselves. As they spoke a green, gold and dark red aura surrounded them, growing stronger by the second until it flooded the throne room in an unbearable light. Percy could feel himself changing. He was growing taller, stronger. His eyesight sharpened and his body turned chiseled. His blood burned as it turned to ichor, but the strangest sensation was in his crotch. His balls grew heavy, and his cock lengthened and bulged against his pants.

As the light faded everyone in the room stared at the being that had once been Percy. Where he had once been stood a tall ripped man. Oh sure, he still looked like Percy, but he gave an atmosphere of superiority and power that had all the ladies, even Artemis, wanting to kneel and serve him. Aphrodite just about orgasmed on the spot when she saw the bulge in his pants.

"All hail," chanted the Fates in unison, "Perseus Jackson, god of sex and lust, loyalty and leadership, dominance and power, justice and combat, Master of all, servant to none."

Percy looked down at his new form amazed. He could feel the power flowing through his veins. But he felt like he was missing something, like he was incomplete.

"Walk with us," the fates ordered as they left the throne room and strolled down a hallway.

Following, Percy stayed quiet, sensing that the Fates wanted to explain his powers and what he was expected to do with them.

Proving him right, Atropos started to speak, "You are feeling incomplete, yes?"

Percy nodded, and Clotho spoke up, "It is understandable because you haven't started your harem."

Percy stumbled in surprise. "M-my harem?" he choked out.

Lachesis nodded, an amused smile playing at her lips, "as the god of both sexual activities and dominance, you must form a harem of slaves. These girls will be immortal unless you so choose to release them and will be at your mercy."

Clotho cut her sister off, "Once you form a bond with them, they will be driven to please you. It will be their whole life purpose. If your unhappy with them, they will do anything to rectify that, even demanding their own punishment.

Atropos spoke, "However, creating a bond can be difficult. The person must want to give in to you. You can make them, however, but it may take a while. For example, you have also been gifted with Khione, the goddess of snow that assaulted you and your friends on the Argo. Her father was ashamed of her actions and gave her to the council, who in turn gave her to you as punishment. She is being held in the dungeons and will be moved to your castle upon its completion. She is a feisty one and will need a firm hand."

"Two words of warning," Lachesis said, as they stopped just a few feet from Annabeth's office, "your slave's obedience will not be absolute. While they will feel remorse for any disobedience and eagerly accept any punishment you give, they are still people with a free will and freedom to choose."

"Select your first slave carefully, for she will be the only one you cannot release. She will be bound to you for all eternity and will be your right hand," Clotho finished, sending a meaningful look at the closed door.

Percy grinned at her statement and bowed as the Fates turned to leave.

Turning to Annabeth's door, Percy took a deep breath and pushed it open. Stepping inside, he found Athena already sitting in a chair, her weeping daughter, tight in her arms. Turning towards the open door, Athena gave a grim smile. Setting the heartbroken girl against the wall, she turned and pulled Percy back into the hall.

"Please tell me you have come to claim her," the wisdom goddess demanded, pushing Percy up against the wall. The new god raised an eyebrow at her demand, and Athena backed off. "While I was not happy that my daughter got together with spawn from Barnacle Beard, I have seen how happy she is with you. I can't bear to see her so heart broken, so I'm begging you to please, make her your first."

Percy put a reassuring hand on her arm. "There is no one who is more deserving than your daughter. I made her a promise last night, and I intend to keep it."

Giving the wisdom goddess one last smile, he stepped back into his girlfriend's office and knelt next to the whimpering girl.

"Annabeth?" he queried, quietly.

The blonde's head whipped up. Seeing who was in front of her, her eyes hardened and she shoved him backwards.

"What, did you think you could just waltz in here after shattering my heart and demand that I build you a palace? How dumb are you?" she screamed grabbing anything within reach and hurling it at him.

Percy dodged a stapler, a ruler, and caught the three hole punch she threw. Flaring his power just a little he yelled, "Stop!"

Annabeth froze, her dagger in hand. Her fingers trembled, and, after staring at him for a second, dropped her knife, fell to the floor, and buried her head in her hands, tears starting anew.

"You promised," she whispered, sounding small and frail. Percy ran over, pulled her up, and engulfed her in a huge hug.

"I did," he purred into her ear, "and I intend to keep that promise."

Picking her up, he moved her over to the desk and sat her on it. Rubbing her back soothingly, he explained everything that had happened and what the Fates had told him.

"The choice is yours. Will you join me?"

When he finished, she stared at him, her grey eyes filled with desperation, hope, and a little bit of lust.

"I will be with you, always?" she asked.

At his nod, she slipped from his grasp and stood in front of him.

"Do it," she demanded, "own me, make me yours. I want to serve you Lord Perseus."

Smiling in relief, Percy stepped up to her and kissed her, pouring all his love into that one action.

When he broke it, he followed his instincts and slid his hand down to rub over her womanhood through her pants. She moaned as intense pleasure coursed up her body in jolts. She had never felt anything this good before. Even the previous night was dull compared to what she was feeling now as the love of her life rubbed her. The pressure built impossibly quick. Her nipples strained against her shirt as she bucked her hips into Percy's hand trying desperately to find a release. So deep was her desire to be with the one she loved that she felt her end approaching fast.

"P-please, m-m-more," she begged as she felt his aura envelope her, adding to the extreme pleasure that soared through her.

One little tweak to her pleasure nub sent her toppling over the edge. An orgasm like never before had her reeling. Her knees gave out and she slumped to the ground, her mind a white haze.

Percy could feel the connection growing, strengthening his power. She would serve him, love him, bow to his very will, anything a man could hope for. But he didn't care. He had his Wise Girl and he would have her always.

As the pleasure receded, Annabeth felt different. At first, she couldn't tell what it was, but when a gentle voice called her name, she sat bolt upright. Looking up into the face of her boyfriend, she felt the change. Percy was no longer just her boyfriend. Her every fantasy had come to pass. She was staring into the face of her master. He owned her, and she loved the very sound of it. He was still her Seaweed Brain, and she his Wise Girl, but he was her better. All she wanted to do was make him happy. Then she remembered what she had done when he had first walked in.

Falling back to her knees, she pushed her nose to the ground before his feet. "Master, please," she beseeched "I didn't mean what I said when you first came in. Your slave was heartbroken. I didn't think I could ever be with you again. Please, I implore you, forgive your humble slut. What must I do to earn your forgiveness?"

Percy looked down at his new servant. He was shocked at the change. Within seconds, his girlfriend had gone from a headstrong leader who always had a plan, to a trembling submissive, begging forgiveness for something that was completely natural.

He crouched next to her and touched her shoulder. Frantic, she forced herself closer to the ground trying hard to keep herself lower than him.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Hesitantly, she looked at him, her stormy orbs shining with love and devotion, but swimming with guilt.

Percy reached out a hand and stroked her cheek. Annabeth instantly leaned into his touch, enjoying the warmth of her master's hand.

"What you did was not wrong. It was perfectly acceptable as you were acting out of desperation and anger. I'm not mad. Far from it, because it shows me just how much you really care."

"B-but I almost threw a knife at you," she whimpered bowing her head in shame.

"It doesn't matter. You didn't really have control. You won't feel guilty about that, because it's not your fault."

"M-m-master, I could have..."

"You didn't," he cut her off, "I can feel what actions are justified, and what demands punishment and what severity. What you did was justified. You will not be punished for it so don't blame yourself."

The guilt in her eyes eased a little and she straightened until she was kneeling in front of him, keeping her head bowed.

"Master, how may I serve you? What are your orders?"

Percy squashed down his new instincts and was about to refuse when the mixed voices of the Fates forced their way into his head.

"Do not refuse to order her around Perseus. While she may be your true love, she is still your slave. She humbled herself and gave herself to you. As much as you may not like it, you must treat her as such."

Percy sighed defeated. "Let's go somewhere private and we'll start with some ground rules."

Annabeth nodded. When she didn't stand, Percy grabbed her shoulder and flashed them both to Cabin 3 at Camp Half Blood.