The Sea Tyrant's Obsession (PJO x ROR) *18+* WTM/WTS Book 1

Watching Her

(Present)

Poseidon sat at his desk, the soft glow of bioluminescent algae providing gentle illumination in his office. The room was a stark contrast to his grand chambers, with its subdued, practical decor. Scrolls and documents were scattered across the desk, evidence of the god's numerous responsibilities.

His mind, however, was not on his work. He found it difficult to concentrate, his thoughts repeatedly returning to the stubborn demigod in his chambers. Percy's defiance was both infuriating and fascinating. He admired her spirit, yet he needed her to understand her place.

With a heavy sigh, Poseidon dipped his fountain pen into the ink well, then resumed focusing on the reports before him. The political tensions between various underwater realms required his immediate attention, but his mind keep wandering back to Percy's fiery eyes and the fierce determination she radiated, even in chains.

"She is even more beautiful when bound," he said to himself, his expression turning lustful.

He would have thrown her on the bed and run his hands over every inch of her body while she begged and struggled in his hold, but he restrained himself. His brother had advised him that he should never be forceful with a woman, which was hypocritical of him to say considering how his relationship with Persephone began.

In order for the woman you love to return her affections, you need to go slow.

So for now, he will be patient with Percilla.

But the question is: how long can he remain patient if his daughter continues to oppose him?
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Percy entered the bathing room after Poseidon left. The room was as opulent as the rest of the chambers, adorned with smooth, iridescent tiles and a large, sunken tub filled with warm, glowing water. The light from the bioluminescent fixtures cast a soft, calming glow, but Percy found little comfort in the luxurious surroundings.

She approached the tub cautiously, unsure of what to expect. The water looked inviting, but she was wary of its true nature. Hesitantly, she dipped her fingers into the water and found it pleasantly warm.

Nearby, she spotted bottles of shampoo and body soap with intricate designs, along with a few towels.

Percy stares at the bottles, wondering if she should use them of not. There were no other options, and they likely belong to Poseidon.

"Oh great! If I used these, I am going to smell like Poseidon!" She said sarcastically. But she felt icky, and reluctantly, she decided to use them.

She uncapped the bottle of shampoo and smelled it. The smell is a complex, oceanic scent. It made her imagine a fresh sea breeze, with hints of salty seawater, marine algae, and subtle undertones of deep, exotic spices or rare underwater flowers. It was both invigorating and calming.

Admittedly, she like it.

"F*ck! He has good taste in shampoo!" She muttered, reluctantly accepting that Poseidon's choice in personal care products was surprisingly pleasant.

Sighing, she removed her tattered dress, wincing as she noticed the marks left by the chains on her skin. As she settled into the tub, the warm water soothed her aching muscles and calmed her frayed nerves. For a moment, she allowed herself to relax, letting the gentle currents wash away the tension.

As she massaged the fragrant shampoo into her hair, the rich lather and soothing scent provided a brief respite from her anxiety. The body soap, with its delicate, foamy texture, further eased her stress as she washed away any the grime on her body.

As she bathed, her thoughts raced. She couldn't afford to let her guard down, no matter how comfortable the surroundings. Poseidon's intentions were clear, and though he claimed he had no interest in forcing himself upon her, she had a feeling that his behavior was unpredictable and dangerous.

From what she had learned back in her world, she knew never to trust a god.
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After quickly completing all of the necessary paperwork, Poseidon decided to see if she had truly behaved while he was gone.

He summoned a shimmering, translucent orb, which floated gently above his desk. With a wave of his hand, he activated it, revealing a magical projection of the bedroom.

To his surprise, she was not there.

For a moment, Poseidon panicked, thinking she might have escaped again, even though he hadn't feel any breach in the barrier. But soon realized she must still be taking her bath.

Then, the sea god wondered if he should still observe her while she was in the bathing chamber.

It should not be wrong for me as her lover to make sure that she is safe. Plus, I needs to ensure she doesn't attempt to escape again while she is in there. Poseidon thought, trying to justify his actions.

With a subtle wave of his hand, he altered the projection, shifting the focus to the bathing room. The shimmering orb adjusted its view to reveal Percy in the tub.

The sight before him was captivating.

The warm, glowing water highlighted the delicate curves of her figure as she moved, her skin glistening under the soft light. Poseidon watched as she massaged his shampoo into her hair, the rich lather cascading down her back. He watched as she used his body soap to cleanse her skin. The foamy bubbles sliding over her body with each movement, leaving her skin sparkling in the gentle light. The luxurious bubbles seems to add an extra layer of intimacy to the scene.

As he observed Percy, Poseidon's gaze grew intense. The sight of the warm water and the soft light played off her skin ignited a burning desire within him. Her movements, slow and deliberate as she rinse the soap away, accentuated her curves and highlighted her vulnerability.

His thoughts grew increasingly aroused. The delicate curve of her neck, the way she tilted her head to let the water cascade down her back, and the soft sensual expressions as she washed, all combined to stir his desires.

Poseidon's fingers twitched, a mix of frustration and longing flooding him. He can almost feel the heat radiating from her, even through the magical projection. He imagined what it will be like to be in that room with her, to touch her, to feel her warmth against his skin.

But he knows that he couldn't touch her.

Not yet.

She needs to come to me willingly, he reminded himself with a tortured expression, feeling the hardness of his rising desire.

There is only one other option he could use to relieve himself of the torment.

So he unfastened his pants.

And began to aggressively pump his c*ck.
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When Percy finished, she emerged from the tub and dried herself off with a soft towel. The modest tunic Poseidon had provided was laid out on the bed. She slipped into it, feeling slightly more secure in its simplicity compared to the nightgown.

Now, she is undecided if she should just lay on the bed or wait for Poseidon.

"You know what, I'm just going to wait for him so that I can set some boundaries," she told herself and sat on the edge of the bed.

Shortly after she said that, the door opened slowly and Poseidon stepped into the room.

His eyes immediately found hers.