Percy Jackson: An Endless of All

London, 1794 

Time is a funny thing for beings like me.

Since the dawn of the first dream, I've watched the waking world evolve—stone caves becoming clay huts, firelight turning into gas lamps, whispers replaced by steam and steel. And now, here I was, in London, 1794. Smoke-choked skies, the hum of industry, the chaos of invention—it buzzed in the bones of the city. A time of revolution, not just of machines, but of hearts and dreams alike.

I walked those filthy cobbled streets, the hem of my coat catching soot and starlight. The Dreaming still called to me, but on this day, I had chosen to walk untethered—a brief break from my duties, a chance to feel human again and quench my need for vitamin D.

That's when I found the pub, tucked in a narrow alley behind a market. Dimly lit, thick with ale and the scent of wet wood. I took a seat, ordered a pint, and let myself breathe in the moment.

And then... someone noticed me. A hot mortal man noticed me.

A tall figure leaned against the bar, then shifted toward me. He was striking—a vision of masculinity, like a forgotten war god hiding in plain sight. His black hair curled slightly over his ears, eyes stormy, and his body... divine. Muscles rippled beneath his tight linen shirt, and when he smiled, it was the kind of smile that made time stutter. He kinda looks like Henry Cavill. 

He sat beside me with a confident ease, brushing against my side like we were old friends or lovers reunited. His voice was thick with a British accent, teasing and low.

"You look out of place," he said, his fingers under the table finding my thigh, tracing it slowly. "Like something out of a dream."

I smirked. "Maybe I am."

His hand moved higher, resting on the curve of my sluty waist, possessive and slow. His eyes never left mine, heat rising between us. The pub blurred around us—just candlelight, murmured laughter, and the weight of his touch. After a few more playful remarks, he leaned in and whispered, "Come home with me."

I drained the last of my pint, stood, and said, "Lead the way." Why wouldn't I? When a hot, tall, muscular guy wants to take you home, you say yes. However, now thinking about it, only say yes if you're a god or can fight the individual off for the just-in-case scenarios. Nevertheless, just don't go with strangers if you're mortal.

Get this, his name is Henry. What are the odds, right?

We walked the streets side by side, exchanging flirtations and hidden smiles. His townhouse was warm, wood-paneled, and private. The moment the door closed behind us, he pushed me gently against it, capturing my mouth with a hungry kiss. I let him consume me—our bodies tangled, clothes discarded as we lost ourselves in each other.

His hands roam my body with desperate need, and as he broke the kiss briefly as his breathing was heavy as his hands explored my body.

"I've been wanting to do this since we walked in through the door," he whispered in my ear as his hands roamed my naked body.

I ran my hands over his muscular pecs and abs. I felt every inch of his muscular body as he held me and kissed me. He went on to growl against my lips as his grip on me tightened possessively, as his hands squeezed my huge globes.

"Fuck...you're even better than I imagined," he said.

"Mmmm...I hope so," I said. I also moaned from his hands kneading my bubble cheeks.

He went on to lift me with his strong arms effortlessly. He pressed me harder against the door. "Show me what else you can do then."

"I've been told that my mouth does wonders around a cock, or how my wonderful my huge bubble butt and tight hole feel around a cock," I said with a smirk on my face.

His eyes darken with lust, his cock twitching hard at my words.

"Let's test all of that right now...on my bed," he said.

He led me to his room. He goes on to push me down onto his luxurious bed, towering over me with his massive frame.

"Get comfortable, we're going to be here for a while."

"Looking forward to it, Henry," I said with a smirk.

As he positioned himself between my legs, he said," You're about to have the night of your life." That's what they all say.

"Mmmm...Prove it."

Henry smirks and leans down, his hot breath ghosting over my skin. "Challenge accepted."

He went on to kiss me and rub his hands over my naked body. He kisses his way down my chest, stomach, and stops at my thighs. "You're so beautiful...I can't wait to taste you."

"Mmmm, please," I moan in permission.

He spread my legs wider, his tongue teasingly close to my hole. "Patience...I want to savor every inch of you."

He said as he licks my hard, leaking cock.

He takes my cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip while his hands grip my thighs. "You taste amazing, and you're so responsive as well."

"MMMM, so good."

He deepsthroat me skillfully, one hand moving to tease my hole. "Getting wet for me already?" He said like it wasn't his slivia falling and running down my cock towards my hole.

He lifts my legs over my shoulders to have easy access to my hole.

He holds my legs firmly in place, his tongue delving deeper in my hole. "Your moans are driving me crazy...such a pretty pink hole."

"Mmmm, fucking good," I moaned as he ate me out.

He pulls back slightly, his beard glistening with my juices. "Time to give you what you want now."

"Yes, please."

He reaches for oil on his nightstand, coating his thick fingers. "Let me stretch this tight hole open first."

"Mmmm. Do as you please."

He pushes two fingers inside me, scissoring them slowly. "Such a good boy, taking my fingers so well."

"Mmmmm, " I moaned in response.

He adds a third finger, curling them to hit my sweet spot while watching my reactions intently. "Ready for my cock?"

"Yes, please, give it to me," I begged. 

He withdraws his fingers and positions himself between my legs once more. "You're going to feel every inch of me."

"Mmmm, yes," I moaned.

He lines up his thick cock with my entrance, rubbing it teasingly against my hole. "Tell me how much you want it."

"Give it to me, please."

Henry slowly starts pushing in, groaning at the tightness. "Fuck...you're so tight and warm."

"Mmmmm, so good, Henry."

He bottoms out, his hips flush against my own, he gives me time to adjust."You're perfect...squeezing me so nicely."

"So...good," I moan.

He begins to move slowly, rolling his hips. "Tell me how much you love it."

"Mmmmm....so fucking good! Fuck me like you mean it!" I moaned in pleasure.

He grabs my hips and starts pounding into me harder, his balls slapping against my ass. "Like this? You want me to fuck you rough?"

"Yes!"

His grip tightens as he increases his pace, hitting my prostate with each thrust. "Take it, Dream!... Every inch of this big cock!"

"Mmmmm....yes please! So Gooood!!!"

Henry leans down to bite my neck, leaving marks while continuing his relentless pace. "You're such a good little slut."

"Fuck yes...Keep fucking me like that," I moan.

His movements become more animalistic, his breath hot against my skin."I'm going to fill you up so deep..mark you inside and out."

"Mmmm...yes."

Henry reaches between our bodies to stroke my leaking cock. "Cum for me first...I want to feel you clench around me."

"Fuck yes! Henry!" I moaned as he pounded into me and stroked my cock.

His hands move faster, his thumb circling my sensitive tip. "That's it...cum all over yourself while I breed you."

"Fuck yes," I moaned as I cum all over myself.

He watched my cum spurt across my chest, groaning deeply. "Good boy...now it's my turn."

He thrust a few more times before burying himself deep and filling me with his hot load.

"Mmmmm."

Henry stays inside me,panting heavily as he holds me close. "Fucking hell...that was intense."

"So...good," I said back with a tired breath. He goes on to pull out of me.

He watches his cum drip out of me with satisfaction. "Your hole looks so perfect leaking my cum."He went on to bring his cum covered cock towards my face. He smirked down at me. "Clean me up like a good Boy."

"Yes," I said in want. I also played up my sucking skills. Plus, it looks delicious as well.

Henry pushes his cock against my lips, still semi-hard. "Show me how much you enjoyed being used."

I went on to lick his cock clean, then wrapped my lips around his tip.

Henry groans deeply, his cock twitching in my throat. "Fuck Dream....you're getting me hard again already."

"Mmm," I moan around his cock.

Henry starts thrusting gently into my mouth. "You're insatiable. Ready for another round?"

"Mmmmm," I moaned before I popped off his cock. "Yes."

 He looks down at me with lust-filled eyes. "Get on your hands and knees. I want to take you from behind this time."

I did what he said to do. He stares at my huge bubble butt that I jiggle for him teasingly.

Henry slaps my ass hard, watching it ripple. "God, your ass is perfect. I'm going to destroy it again."

"Mmmm, yes, please.

Henry positions himself behind me, spreading my cheeks with his strong hands. "Such a needy little slut. You're still gaping from early."

"Mmmm...Fuck me, Henry."

Henry slams back into me with one powerful thrust. "Fucking hell...you're still so tight and wet."

Mmmm...so good," I moaned. He starts to pound into me and make my huge bubble butt bounce. All you could hear in the room was our moans and skin slapping together.

Henry grabs my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust. "Your ass is made for this...made for dick." 

"mmmmm...Yes," I moaned in response.

Henry leans over my back, his hairy chest pressing against me as he whispers. "Maybe I'll keep you here permanently...my fuck toy."

"Mmmmm sounds Fun," Isad, but probably not possible due to my duties.

Henry's thrust became more erratic and rougher. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? Being my dirty little secret."

"mmmm...Yes," I moan.

His grip tightens as he feels himself getting close again."Cum for me, Dream...cum while I fill you up!"

"Mmmm..Henry!, I moaned as I was untouchable from just his cock pounding into me.

Henry watches my release spill on the bed, groaning deeply." That's it...good boy. Such a good little cumslut."

His body moved with raw power. Every kiss, every thrust felt like poetry in motion. He held me like I was sacred, and I gave myself to him like I had nothing left but pleasure and moans.

But at the height of it, when he cried out, he buried himself deep inside me as he reached his second climax, filling me with his hot seed. I felt a sharp, cold ripple pass through me. Not physical, not mortal. Something... wrong.

Something was wrong in the Dreaming.

No, not the Dreaming. I felt it from Naxos.

I gasped beneath him, arching as the connection jolted me like lightning. My eyes, still half-closed in bliss, glowed for a heartbeat with that ancient, endless light.

"Fuck... you're going to be dripping with my cum all night."

He didn't notice—still panting, still lost in the haze of our moment.

But I knew.

Orpheus stirred. The wards on Naxos had been disturbed. Something had awoken, or something had trespassed.

And the Dreaming was calling me home.