Chapter 1 - Three demigoddess in the wild

[ltr]Three young women stood in an unfamiliar jungle.
 
The first one is a curly-haired blond with storm grey eyes. She stood at around 5 feet 7 inches (170 cm) tall with her sneakers, making her the tallest of the trio. She wore an orange t-shirt with the logo of camp half-blood that sticked to her athletic figure from the sweat and showed off her generous D sized cups pressing against her bra. She wore short shorts as well that allowed her movability as well showed off her perfect tanned legs. With a beautiful face that girls would kill for, she was none other than Annabeth chase, daughter of Athena.
 
The second one was a gorgeous young Cherokee beauty. At the height of 5 feet 5 inches (165 cm) tall she was the shortest of the group, but definitely not the least defined. Sporting amazing E cup breasts, Piper McLean, who was dressed the same way as her good friend Annabeth, suffered the same. Unlike Annabeth, however, her large breasts forced her shirt to climb and expose her bellybutton. With an eagle feather tied in her hair and kaleidoscopic eyes, she was the very image of the perfect daughter of Aphrodite.
 
The last, but definitely not least, was the youngest of the trio. Standing at 5 feet 6 inches (168 cm) tall and sporting a D cup, she had a dark espresso-colored hair framed her face in loose waves with seemingly flickers of gold within. Unlike the rest of the girls, she wore a purple shirt and had a jacket tied on her well-defined hips. The Afro-American girl’s main feature was her gold-colored eyes that particularly shone against her dark colored skin. She was the one and only Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto.
 
The three demigoddesses were ready to admit that they were lost. It started when they had a girl's night out after celebrating Hazel’s eighteenth birthday. In the middle of their night, they were attacked by a large group of monsters and were forced to retreat. During their fight a sorcerer cast a spell and the next thing they knew, they were standing in the middle of an unknown jungle.
 
Annabeth, the first to act, opened her monster proofed smartphone and tried to get reception. Unfortunately, she had no luck.
 
"Damn, no signal. Any luck on your side, girls?"
 
"Wait, let me try something." The daughter of Pluto said as she tried to IM any of the camps. Unfortunately, just like Annabeth, Hazel's attempt fell short as the drachma she threw passed through the rainbow she created. "No IM as well."
 
"So." Piper asked. "What's now?"
 
"We go in one direction." Annabeth, ever the leader, decided. "We are bound to cross a river or something that will lead us to civilization at some point. We're lucky that wherever we are is still at daytime instead of night like home, we need to move as fast as possible and reach either a village or find some shelter."
 
And so they did. For the next few hours, the girls tracked across the jungle, sweaty and tired without sleep. As the sun began to set, they found a cave next to a river. Deciding that they had walked enough for today, and reaching both a river and a shelter, they made camp. Piper caught some fish as Hazel and Annabeth made a fire. An hour later, they were well fed and prepared to sleep.
 
When night fell, the girls discovered another horrible truth. Annabeth, who looked up at the stars, discovered that she didn’t recognize any of them.
 
"Maybe it’s because we’re in a new place?” Piper offered an explanation after Annabeth voiced her concerns.
 
"No.” Annabeth shook her head somberly. “Even so, I would have recognized at least some. We may be on a different time or a different world altogether.”
 
"So what should we do?” Hazel asked with concern.
 
"We push on and continue the original plan.” Annabeth decisively said. “For now, let’s get as much rest as possible.”
 
With the fire guarding the only entrance to the cave, the girls allowed themselves to get a full night's sleep. Just in case, Hazel created a spell through the mist to warn them of anyone who may step close. And so, all three went to sleep after saying good night to each other.
 
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Reality, however, will see it that the night is anything but safe.
 
As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the dense canopy of the rainforest, Annabeth, Piper, and Hazel lay nestled within their makeshift campsite, the flickering flames of their dwindling fire casting dancing shadows across the foliage.
 
In the stillness of the night, a faint buzzing sound echoed through the humid air, barely audible above the chorus of the jungle. Unbeknownst to the girls, a lone bug hovered on delicate wings above their campsite. As it flew, it had a singular purpose.
 
It flew above the fire and bypassed Hazel’s spell completely, as both defenses were designed against walking threats of considerable mass. The small flying insect made a loop in the air, as if mocking the failed protections.
 
With a sudden darting movement, the bug descended upon the unsuspecting trio like a sperm cell upon a defenseless egg. It reached Annabeth first, landing right on top of the middle of her womb. It moved its limbs a little to pet, appreciating the soft skin of its target before doing the deed.
 
Its slender proboscis extended like a needle seeking its mark. In a swift and silent motion, it pierced Annabeth’s skin and stopped a touching distance from breaking through the walls of the womb. Then, it started injecting its potent magical venom.
 
Annabeth moaned momentarily as the infected spot shimmered dimly and beat. After a minute, the light dimmed and the beating stopped and the bug, finished with the current target, moved to the next one.
 
This one was similar in color to the native human. Landing on the same spot as the previous target, the bug once again enjoyed feeling off the soft and mushy skin before injecting its needle like proboscis and like before injecting its venom to the womb.
 
Unlike the one before her, however, this one’s womb felt different. Her body made no resistance as the insect pushed the needle inside, it was actually assisting. Like the body itself understood its purpose to breed and assisted the foreign invader. The bug made sure to give this one special attention as it released the venom, it was a minute more of moaning before the infected spot stopped beating.
 
Flying towards the last one, a dark-skinned female, the bug got into position. By patting the skin, it felt the magic in the young women, magic that will fight against it. preparing itself, the bug injected the needle and as expected, the body fought back. It was like drilling in rock. Luckily, the girl was deep enough in sleep so her magic couldn't wake her up.
 
After hard work, the bug finally breached the defenses and hit the gold. The womb behind the rock-hard defenses was fertile ground for the venom. The girl moaned like the two before her as the bug injected its venom and caused the spot to swell. After it finished, it gave a slap in the infected spot both for a job well done and for the annoyance this girl was.
 
As the bug withdrew, leaving behind tiny droplets of shimmering liquid that would evaporate long before any of the girls would wake, it looked at its work. Each girl was injected and received its venom and the only clue that will be left in a mosquito like bite, hardly something unusual in the jungle. At best, they may scratch it, quickening the venom’s work.
 
It also noticed that each girl had a wet damp between their legs, another sign that the venom integrated itself successfully in their bodies. Doing another victory loop in the air, the bug flew away. Its belly bloated from all the blood it collected from the demigoddesses.
 
As it left, deep within the womb of each girl, a subtle transformation began to unfold. The magical essence of the bug’s venom started to produce microscopic ethereal threads that began spreading slowly.
 
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Annabeth woke up the day after at the crack of dawn, she held her arms up as she stretched her athletic body. Looking around her, she was disappointed to discover that the events of the last day weren’t a dream.
 
Feeling an itch in her lower belly, Annabeth scratched it a little only to discover a mosquito bite. With an annoyed sigh, she hoped that the itch would go away naturally sooner rather than later. Another inspection downstairs revealed that her panties were completely drenched. With a blush, Annabeth remembered some parts of her dreams last night.
 
Shaking her head, she instead focused on waking up her friends.
 
“Come on girls, rise and shine!”
 
With a groan, the other girls got up as well. They did not appreciate the early rise.
"Come on Annie, can’t you let us have another five minutes?” Piper complained in a tired voice, the beauty queen apparently needing her beauty sleep.
 
"The more daylight we waste, the less progress we make toward civilization and home.” The daughter of Athena replied. “Now get up and prepare yourselves, we have a long day.”
After a few minutes, the girls were already outside of the cave and started hiking downstream. Unknown to each other, because they had only one set of clothes, and because each girl had a dump pantie from the night before they had nothing to change to. Therefore, each girl decided to wear the used pantie until they were able get new ones.
 
As they walked, Annabeth noticed that her friends were scratching themselves as well.
"Mosquitos bit you too?’ She asked.
 
“Yeah… hopefully we can get a bug repellent once we reach somewhere.” Piper said as she gently caresses her lower belly. It was to scratch the bite mark without expending it, but it looked like she was caressing her stomach like there is a growing baby in there.
"Argh… it won’t stop!” Hazel, on the other hand, scratched furiously at her lower belly. “I swear, if I get my hands on that damn bug…”
 
"You know it will only grow worse if you continue scratching it, right?” Annabeth said, the conversation reminded her very much about her own itching bug bite.
 
Hazel groaned but lessened her scratching.
 
They continued their walk until they saw a group of men near the lake. The men were obviously natives and were dressed alike with a leaf made skirt and tribal marks on the face and skin. Some had spears while others had bows, but besides that they had nothing else. And by nothing else, Annabeth meant nothing else. The men didn't wear any shirt or pants, or even shoes. It exposed their well-defined bodies, a result of constant struggle in a hostile environment, that Annabeth couldn't help but appreciate.
 
"What should we do?" Hazel asked. "Should we ask for directions or…"
 
"I think we should talk to them." Piper said. "We aren't moving anywhere like this, and we'll have to make human contact at some point. Even if they are hostile, I'm sure that between the three of us we can take them on. Besides, my gut tells me that they're friendly."
 
Annabeth was conflicted. On one hand, Piper was right in the sense that they needed directions. But there were so many risks and unknowns. Usually in situations like this Annabeth trusted her gut feelings, but this time she got mixed messages. One feeling told her that they should keep away from the men and turn to the other direction, but another insisted that they should interact with the men. With a sigh, she made her decision.
 
"Alright, we'll have a chat." She finely said. "Piper, you are our best negotiator. What's more, you have the best chance of understanding them in case they can't speak English. Ask them for directions, as well as where the Hades are we."
 
"Sure thing, Annie~" Piper said with a smile.
 
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The first thing Piper thought when she saw the men was that they were HUNKS with capital letters. And as a daughter of Aphrodite, she knew what she was talking about. All of them had lean waists and wide shoulders without any fat. Their hard abs and big biceps were clear to see, and Piper couldn't help but appreciate the view. And they were tall, as in six feet plus tall.
 
As the girls neared, Piper could smell the strong manly scent of the guys. She couldn't help but shiver a little as she felt that her pussy drenching her already wet panties even more. She privately cursed her mother's nature that was surly the cause for her current embarrassment.
 
"Hello" She said with a smile as she greeted the natives. "Can you help a girl out?
 
"Pretty woman." The native who was most likely the leader of the group said. The suddenness and honesty of the reply caught Piper by surprise as she blushed a little.
 
"Can you direct us to the nearest city?" She asked.
 
"Lost?" He asked as she nodded in answer. "Me know only village. Me can take pretty women there, ask chief or old shaman. Two know most."
 
"Thank you, I hope we're not a bother." Piper said diplomatically.
 
"No bother." He said. "Guest."
 
"By the way, my name is Piper. Those two are my friends Annabeth and Hazel." Piper introduced herself and her companions.
 
The leader introduced himself as Akash and his friends as Dev, Hari, Jayesh, and Nikhil.
 
"Us take you to village now." Akash said. "Get there before dark. Outside dangerous."
 
"Thanks again."
 
The group started their track to the unknown village. Piper was walking next to Akish at the front as Annabeth and Hazel were behind them. Dev and Hari were from both sides, acting as a shield in case of any surprises, and Jayesh and Nikhil were at the back, carrying an animal the group hunted before. To pass time, Piper made small talk with the guy next to her.
 
"You're a hunter, right? What do you usually hunt?" Piper herself was a vegetarian, but for diplomacies sake she wasn’t going to explain her views.
 
"Me and men hunt big mice. Big snakes also if can."
 
"Do you have many visitors?" Annabeth asked.
 
"No, you pretty women first I see."
 
"Really?" Annabeth asked with concern. "What about other tribes?"
 
"Me only know my tribe, no others. Chief or shaman know more."
 
The girls looked at each other with concern, that didn't bound well for them at all.
 
"Then I guess we'll have to just ask them ourselves." Annabeth concluded.
 
The group continued the journey. After another few hours of walking, the group reached an obstacle. There was a waterfall of around a hundred feet that they needed to cross, but Piper didn't see any road down from the cliff. The natives went to one side of the cliff and the girls had no choice but to follow.
 
"So how are we going to get down?" Hazel asked.
 
"We use vines." Akash said as he held a strong looking vine in his hand. The other men found their relative vines as well. "Can pretty women come closer?"
 
The girls did so. Before Piper could register what happened, Akash grabbed her by her butt and jumped down the cliff. Piper yelped as she held him tight, arms around his strong neck and body pressed against his muscular chest. She felt as he carried her bridal style as the wind blew past them, his hand feeling up her butt cheek in the process.
 
Then, it was over. They were on the ground, Piper still being held by the strong man. They were like that for a second or two before Annabeth's voice was heard.
 
"Ahm! You can put us down now!"
 
Akash had put her down, and Piper couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. A look at her blushing friends told her that they too had the same treatment she had.
 
"Okay, what was that about?!" Annabeth demanded an explanation.
 
 "Needed to go down vines. Was most quick, not know how women react." Akash answered.
 
"Never do it again." Annabeth said in finality. "And warn us next time you think of pulling something similar."
 
With a nod, their guide led them to the village. And soon enough, they were at its gate. While they passed through, Piper noticed that all the men were just as hunk as the hunting party, much to her mild delight. She once again felt her lower mouth drooling.
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Even as the girls were led through the village, Hazel couldn't stop thinking about the damned bite. The thing was just so annoying! No matter what she tried, the reflex to scratch the area just wouldn't leave her. She barely noticed the village around her that was filled with, admittingly attractive, men.
 
They of course got more than a few stares and curious glances. But overall, there was no angry mob with pitchforks or anything like that, so in her book it was a win. The group was nearing a tent that was bigger than the others, most likely the one where the chief is.
 
"Where are all the women and children?" Annabeth suddenly asked. "We hadn't seen them yet."
 
"Only men. Gift with price" The man next to Annabeth answered. "Can ask Chief when meeting. Explain better."
 
With those defiantly not ominous words, the girls entered the cabin of the chief and saw the man in charge for the first time. Hazel had to give it to him, he was the very image of what someone may think about what a chieftain should look like. Like the rest of the tribe, the chief was dressed in only a skirt made of vegetation, but in addition he had headwear made of colorful leaves and feathers.
 
He also had a massive build. The natives before were impressive with their muscles, but the chief took it even a step farther. He was a head taller than the median height of the rest of the men, and had even larger and more defined muscle. Even sitting on the floor, Hazel could definitely see the rock-hard abs.
 
"Greetings. Me Talaq, chief of tribe.” The chief introduced himself.
 
"Annabeth.” Her friend introduced herself. “And those are Piper and Hazel. We got lost here and are trying to find a way home. We hoped that you may help us, or at least shed some light on what’s happening.”
 
"How got here?”
 
And Annabeth began retelling the chain of events that got them here. She told a little exposition about their world as well, mainly about the gods and monsters and how they affect the demigod’s life.
 
"Me see.” The chief nodded, deep in thought. “Us too have own God, Zeruna. Noticed only men, right?”
 
The girls nodded.
 
"Gift and curse. Us needed strength, strength given at a price. Warriors grew stronger, killed only in battle, others didn’t. Women gave only sons, soon after only warriors left.”
 
Hazel couldn’t help but feel sorry for them. It was a tragedy that was a common trope for her and the others, a god playing a sick joke on people praying for them fitted very well to Hazel’s expectations. She wanted to help them in any small way she could, there was a gut feeling inside her that pressed her to help.
 
“Are there any other settlements we could go to figure out how to get home?” Annabeth asked.
 
"No. Only settlement is here, no other.”
 
The answer shocked the girls.
 
“We make you tents, one for each. Will tell shaman to help, knowing much magic, best possible lead.”
 
"Thank you again for your help.” Annabeth said before turning to Hazel. “Hazel, you’re the best of us where it comes to magic, think you can help things along?”
 
"Yes.” Hazel nodded in agreement.
 
"Good, calling for shaman now.”
 
After a few minutes, the shaman arrived. And Hazel couldn’t help but notice that he was different from the rest. While the other where total hunks that were very nice to the eye, the shaman was an old man with grey hair and full of wrinkles and warts.
 
He was dressed in the same fashion as the rest of the tribe, which exposed his old body, but had headwear of feathers that was more modest than the chief’s. He also held a staff with a skull of a bird of some kind as the head.
 
All in all, he was extremely unattractive, and she actually looked down when she made eye contact. It was probably for the best, Hazel thought, if they were going to work together for the unforeseeable future. The less distractions the better.
 
Although she felt a tingling feeling in her lower belly when she saw him, weird. In any case, the chief accompanied the others to their tents while the shaman, who Hazel learned was called Asha, guided her to his hut where he did all the potions and experiments.
 
The hut itself was big, like the size of a big apartment. They went through a door of beads and got into an inner room where there were many bowls, powders and potions, the lab if Hazel had to guess.
 
Asha asked her to demonstrate how her powers work to get an understanding of how different their magic is and maybe get a clue on how to get them home, Hazel complied. She showed him how she uses the mist as well as her control over gems and precious metals. She explained how she did each thing, as well as the difference between doing it now and doing it at home.
 
They concluded that indeed as Annabeth said, they were in a different world altogether. Hazel felt her connection to the mist had weakened, or more precisely the power and influence of the mist itself had been weakened.
 
All the while, Hazel felt the infernal need to scratch the bug bite. When name asked about it, she explained that she got bitten at the night and that the need to scratch wouldn’t leave.
 
“Can see?” Asha asked “Bite can be dangerous. I have things to help.”
 
Thinking about it, Asha is the shaman. Undoubtedly, he treated many things like this, he was the closest thing they had to a doctor after all.
 
“Sure.”
 
"Need see bite.” He gestured to her.
 
"Ahh…” Hazel stopped for a moment embarrassed to show the bite that was in a rather private part of her to a male stranger. In the end, however, she opened the zipper in her shorts half the way to show the bite. Her face was blushing heavily.
 
"Me old, eyes not good. need closer look.” The old man said as he gestured her to sit on the corner of the table.
 
After a little thinking, Hazel complied. As she sat, she noticed that the corner forced her legs apart. She was basically showing skin and spreading legs to a man old enough to be her grandfather… on the mortal side… and if you count her physical age and not birth date. Gods, her life was strange.
 
She shuddered as she felt his leathery gruff digits examine the bite mark. She let a hiccup when the shaman grabbed the small fat of her lower belly, that annoying fat that stays no matter how hard you work out.
 
"Hmm… hard see with dark skin, need examine more close skin.” The old man told her, before adding. “With permission.”
 
After looking down, Hazel did have to agree that it was rather hard to see, so once again she complied. She opened the zipper completely and blushed even more when the shaman told her to hold the sides with her hands so that he could examine her freely.
 
"Need feel upper belly as well.” The shaman said as he lifted her shirt a little, about five fingers above the bellybutton, before the daughter of Pluto could protest.
 
Asha did a thorough work as he stabbed, pinched and examined her skin with his warty hands. If he didn’t keep a professional bearing all the time he touched her, Hazel would have suspected that the shaman had ulterior motives.
 
As it is, Hazel had to keep herself from making any embarrassing sounds as she felt a gruff digit stab the place where her ovary should be, and rubbed circles around it. The shaman also pinched the sides of her belly and slid his rough fingers across the muscles of her stomach upside down, causing her to shiver.
 
When she was about to call him to stop, he pulled his hands back.
 
"Me know bite, salve have in back. Stay as are.” He said before leaving.
 
For a few minutes Hazel stayed as she is, with her shirt lifted, her legs spread and her zipper open and exposing anything above the pussy. As she stayed there, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. For some unexplained reason, however, she felt a feeling of longing in her lower belly.
 
Before she could put heads or tails, however, Asha came back with a bowl filled with salve of some kind. He put two fingers inside and then rubbed it directly on the bite mark. Hazel couldn’t hold back her moan as the rough digits and the salve connected with her skin.
 
It just felt so good. The salve finally silencing the annoyance of the bite and the longing she suddenly developed disappeared as well. Once she gathered her bearing, she blushed again as she apologized.
 
Asha simply chuckled and continued patting Hazel’s bug bite. “Feels good?” He asked.
 
"Y-ye ahmm…” Hazel once again moaned as the old wrinkly fingers brushed against her skin. “S-sorry, it was just very annoying.”
 
"No problem.” Asha said as he looked at her exposed belly again before retracting his hands. “Looks good. Stay this way, cool air helps.”
 
"Ok.” Hazel kept the two parts of the zipper apart. For some reason, she was really sad when the shaman stopped rubbing the salve. She guessed that the salve really helped. Having a minute or two of silence as the shaman went to store the salve away, she came to a decision.
 
"Hey, amm… Asha?” she asked, getting the old man’s attention. “The chief told us about your… situation.”
 
"Yes?” Asha raised an eyebrow.
 
"Well… I know magic, and have some experience with curses. Maybe I can help?” Hazel asked. “You’re helping us, so it’s only fair.”
 
The old man looked at her for a while, an unreadable expression on his wrinkled face. Finally, he spoke. “Be good, appreciate help. Come tomorrow, we start. Go now, have rest.”
 
With a smile, Hazel left to find her tent and sleep. Leaving with a good feeling. It was only when she left the cabin, that she felt a slight breeze in her lower stomach and remembered that she didn’t close her Zipper not pushed back her shirt down. Quickly fixing it with a blushing face, she continued her search for her tent.
 
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After seeing that the three women were in their tents, Talaq and Asha met at the chief's cabin alone. Even though the girls were in the tents far away and couldn't here them, Asha cast a privacy spell.
 
"The Girls all have been marked by Zeruna." The shaman said. "The seeds inside have taken root.
 
"Good." The chief replied. "They all will give birth to many healthy babies, you have chosen well old friend."
 
"Thank you, I live to serve." Asha smiled. "The black one, Hazel, offered herself to help us with the curse."
 
"The daughter of the god of death and wealth?"
 
"The one and the same." Asha confirmed. "Her body seems to fight the lord's seed harder than the others, perhaps as a result of her higher magical density or her parentage. I shall use this opportunity to undermine it."
 
"Do it." Talaq ordered. "The lord always appreciated challenge, seeding his life in the deepest fertile soils of the demigoddess of the underworld is an offering he would find delighting."
 
Asha nodded before asking. "And what about the rest?"
 
"Piper is basically made to be bred, it's literally in her blood." The taller man said. "I noticed how she looked at the men, all we need to do is to gently push her in the right direction so that she could see how much of a slut she is. I'll have her interact with the men as much as possible."
 
"Very well. I’ll see what I can do to make her drunk, she’ll be much more receptive when her true nature is revealed. Her ‘loyalty’ to her boyfriend will matter little then.” Asha scoffed at the idea that a fine slut like her would keep herself to only one man.
 
"And what about the blonde, Annabeth?” Asha questioned. “She’s obviously the brains of the group. Even with the seed influencing her, giving her the same treatment as Piper will only make her resist more. We may be forced to resort to dire measures.”
 
Talaq nodded in acknowledgement. “True, we must first break her pride and make her question herself, then she will let us in. However it must have no connection to us, less she suspect and leave while taking the others with her. I will ponder about it.”
 
The chief made then a sour face. “I just hope that the magic of their growing crests will take care of the language barrier sooner rather than later.”
 
"To be fair, we are from different world altogether.” Asha justified. “It was by our lord’s grace that I immediately found them, things would have been far harder otherwise.”
 
"Yes, good job on that one. You have chosen well, fine sows each of them.” The chief complemented. “And none is aware of the fact that you are this ‘strange sorcerer’. Masterfully done. And what of the bug you sent?”
 
"Thank you, and it is well. It now
"Thank you, and it is well. It’s now in the process of cocooning itself after feasting on the blood of the demigoddesses. When it’s finished, I’ll have the black one ‘taking care’ of it as part of her mission to ‘free us’ from the curse."
 
The two laughed at the thought. They spent the night talking about all the possibilities they have. The girl’s journey had just begun.
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AN

So, this is my first H story, hope you liked it.
While I do have a certain direction for the story, I'm always happy to here new ideas. So please write what you would like to see in the story.
By the way, what shape the navel tattoo of each girl should be? What would you like to see in a truth or dare game between the girls and the natives? 
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