Percy Jackson: An Endless of All

Time passed.And with it, so did the little one — the little spark inside me.The baby in me was growing. As I spend my time between the dreaming and the waking world. As i enjoyed myself and visit places i have not seen yet. along with enjoying the past as I was once from the year of 2025. 

In the Waking World, I would walk among mortals under the name Rudious — cloaked from divine sight, hidden beneath illusion and layered presence. Yet beneath that glamor, as time and months go by, my body has changed. My stomach grew rounder, firmer — the weight of something real, alive, and divine pressing gently against my core.

It was surreal. Not painful. Not uncomfortable.Just… different.

Really, different. What do you expect from a man who has not borne children to now, who could because of being the personification of dreams and the other father being a Greek God?

I could feel my child moving sometimes — soft fluttering kicks, like ripples across a still dream. My body, though divine in truth, shifted itself to hold life, adapting instinctively. My energy cradled him, feeding him. He would be born not just from godhood or endlessness… but from both.

One late morning, as I strolled through the winding roads of a seaside Grecian town — sunlight warming the stone beneath my feet — a golden shimmer flashed beside me. I felt his presence before he came and before he appeared behind me.

I smiled before I even looked.

Apollo.

He stepped from the air itself, radiance woven into every movement. He wore a loose tunic, golden threads gleaming against his bronzed skin. His hair was messy, sun-kissed. His grin — smug, curious, and hungry all at once.

"Rudious," he greeted, eyes already drifting lower. "Still as stunning as ever."

"And you still have no sense of subtlety," I replied, lips curling in amusement.

But then his gaze froze.Lingered.Right on the gentle swell of my midsection, now impossible to ignore — a firm, undeniable curve pressing against the sheer fabric of my shirt.

He blinked.

"…wait—wait."His eyes widened. "Is that—?"He rushed forward, hands hovering, unsure if he could touch. "Are you… actually Pregnant?"

I tilted my head with a playful smirk. "You sound surprised." 

"I am surprised!" he exclaimed, utterly delighted. "Gods, I didn't think it'd work. I mean—yes, I hoped, but I didn't think…!"He finally reached out, placing a warm palm gently against my belly, his touch reverent. "…I really did it. I got you pregnant."

His voice was filled with wonder. Awe.Pride.

He looked up at me, beaming. "That's my child."

I nodded. "Seems so."

He wrapped his arms around me in a sudden embrace, spinning me once in laughter before pulling back, grinning like the world had handed him ambrosia.

"Wait until the others hear about this. Apollo, getting a mortal man pregnant? That'll shake up Olympus for centuries!"

He kissed me — quick, hot, affectionate — and then leaned back. "You deserve the truth, though. I should've told you before, but… I'm not just some traveler. I'm Apollo. God of the sun. Of light, prophecy, civilization, healing…"

I arched an eyebrow. "You don't say?"

"…You're… not freaking out?"

I gave a soft chuckle and shrugged. "I kind of already figured. You practically glow when you orgasm, and I am a man who is pregnant with your child as well."

He laughed, long and loud, and shook his head. "You're something else."

If only he knew.

We spent the morning together and enjoying the view until the sun was at its peak.

That afternoon, Apollo insisted on taking me out — a date, as he called it. "It's only fair," he said. "I got you pregnant. The least I can do is pamper the most beautiful pregnant man in the world."

"I'm the first and only man pregnant so far," I said cheekily. Apollo just went on to chuckle at my response.

We wandered down the whitewashed steps of the coastal village, waves crashing below. He bought me grilled figs dipped in honey, fresh bread wrapped in olive leaves, and the sweetest pomegranate juice I'd ever tasted.

He held my hand in public. Danced with me barefoot on the beach. Whispered poetry in my ear. Worshipped me like the sun hadn't risen until I did.

As the sun dipped low and the sky turned gold, he leaned into me, lips brushing mine.

"Rudious… you're not like anyone I've ever known."

I smiled, leaning against his chest.

"You have no idea. Plus, you must have met others," I said.

Warning....Smut ahead...You've been warned.

"Well, yes, but all mortals are different and Unique. Just like you are and how beautiful you are and how deliciously huge and bubbly this ass is," said Apollo, as he squeezed my globes.

In which he got a mot a moan from me.

"Mmmmm... seems like someone is in the mood," I said.

"Who wouldn't be with such a beauty in front of me?" said Apollo.

Apollo went on to kiss me as he vanished our clothes. He goes on to lay me gently down on the sand, him on top of me. 

He runs his hands along my curves as he kisses me. He tweaks my sensitive nipples and notices drops of milk coming. It is because I was in my second trimester. 

"Looking here, it seems like you're producing milk," said Apollo micheiously.

"What do you expect, my dear," I said with a smirk.

"You are right. It looks appetizing," said Apollo. What he does next is go on to suck on my nipples to get a taste of my milk.

"Delious as you are," said Apollo with a dazzling smile.

He goes on to suck my nipples as he gets my hole ready for him. His fingers are slick with oil as he enters me. He moves his finger in and out. In and Out. Before he adds another. 

With two fingers, in me now. He moves them in and out. Spreading them wide and hitting my prostate as he pushes in.

"mmmm...Apollo," I moaned.

"Are you ready for more?" Apollo asked.

"Yes...Please," I moaned out in want.

With his cock all oiled up, he goes on to lead his cock towards my entrance. 

He stares at my face as he slowly pushes in.

"Apollo," I moaned quietly.

"Such a good boy, Rudious. Taking me so well," said Apollo.

"Yes...so good," I moaned in bliss. 

Apollo goes on to pick up the pace, moving in and out of me at a quick pace. With each thrust, he was hitting my prostate. It was feeling so good.

"your so tight, Rudious! You were made to take cock," moan out Apolo as he is deep inside me and thrusting in and out of me.

All could think about was that yes, I was made to take cock because I was gay and a power bottom, just like when I was mortal. But, I will say that allowed, though. 

"So good... Apollo is close," I moan as I jerk my cock as he thrusts his hips in and out of me at a fast pace to reach his climax.

"Cum for me, Rudious," said Apollo in a deep husky voice.

And that's what I did. I came moaning out his name.

"Apollo!!!"

As I came, he felt my insides wrap around his cock tightly, which made him release his load deep inside me.

Amazing as always," said Apollo. As I lay there catching my breath.

The smut has come to an End...

With that, we went on to clean ourselves and put on some clothes before he walked me to an Inn, before he left me alone once more.

Once inside my room in the Inn, I went on to go back to my realm. I have work to do. When I finished my work, I sat on my throne thinking about how Apollo didn't connect the prophecy the Fates had delivered in front of all the Olympians to our child. I just guess, he probably has some more demi-god children of his yet to be born. After all, most of the Greek gods can't keep it in their pants. To Apollo, this was a miracle, a joyful accident, but nothing new. It's a god's pleasure made manifest.

But soon, he will come to understand.

Because the child in me wasn't just any demigod, or a demigod.The child is of light, Dreams, and magic.In which the child has a legacy yet to be made.

And when my baby is born…Everything would begin. and secrets are unveiled.