42 DA : Chapter 42: As Time Passes III

She eagerly nuzzled into him with a subtle purr as their legs remained intertwined. He in turned nuzzled the top of her head as he took in her scent like a cool mountain covered in honeysuckles.

He then glanced down at her body as it radiated with her afterglow making him immensely proud at satisfying her so well. He then had his eyes trail to her belly button before a sudden thought came to him.

"Ah Rhea …" he said somewhat nervously as she looked at him with her loving eyes.

"Yes?" she asked as she moved her face closer.

"Did you … ah … use a safety spell or something? Since it completely slipped my mind," he said as he glanced down her body to get the point across.

He wanted children with her sure, but certainly not yet when war was imminent. However, his worries were turned into confusion as Rhea giggled at him before explaining.

"No worries, I had a talk with Andy a year or so back. She made it so I can't get pregnant until she removes the spell so we're completely safe."

"Oh," he said dumbly as she giggled even more.

"Silly, of course I thought ahead for this," she said before kissing him on the nose.

He chuckled before kissing her tenderly as he pulled her close. He then felt a wolfish grin form as he nibbled along her neck as his hands fell to her rear and giving a firm squeeze making her moan.

"Feeling like another round?" he asked before biting at her ear.

He suddenly felt himself lying flat as Rhea straddled him with a dangerous smirk on her face, a haughty and challenging aura coming off her. His inner wolf howled at the challenge to his dominance as his desire for her grew … only to make her submit later on.

"I thought you'd never ask …"

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Another Year (Five Tartarus)

Two figures clashed in a massive arena, their forms moving as blurs of white and black with their every strike. The coliseum like building was almost empty aside from the combatants as they fought on like the very forces of nature they were.

A spark in one corner, a crash at the other end of the arena, a slash mark suddenly appearing along the ground.

That was the only signs of the fighters visible to most eyes aside from the one overseeing them from his seat as the ruler and owner of this arena.

Tartarus watched patiently, his experienced eyes at times having difficulty tracking the movement of blades even as he followed the two fighters easily enough. He felt a pride unlike any he'd had before, looking at the results of his careful training and mentoring.

'Those two are ready for this war and they will only get stronger from here on out,' he thought as he stood and watched as the fighters charged at each other again.

They clashed in the center creating a shockwave massive enough to shake the very arena to its base, two unique blades of crystal darkness against a sword of light.

Both combatants remained locked in a standstill, their strength matched at the moment but the warrior in black was slowly forcing the one in white down to a knee. Before they could go on Tartarus silently raised his hand and both fighters immediately stopped before turning to face him in respect.

Tartarus nodded in approval before flashing before them, taking them in with a critical eye. The fighter in black was Percy, dressed in his usual coat of darkness morphed into a sleeveless muscle shirt and black leather pants, Sin and Purgatory resting at ease in his hands by his sides.

The fighter in white was Jason, dressed in a similar white muscle shirt, his own unique jacket of light formed into a biker fashion formed after he claimed his right to be an heir, light grey jeans, and lightly tanned boots.

In his hands was his sword, Revelation, a weapon formed of Tartarean steel and solid light ore obtainable only in the realm of the Heaven's with Aether's help.

It was forged into the fashion of a European longsword with a hand and a half grip, a core and handle of the Tartarean steel with the body of the blade being formed from the solid light..

Both fighters radiated immense power the likes of which would make the Olympians and Titans alike cower in fear. The last two years of training for the three newest had been brutal as they needed to catch up to Percy, Andromeda, and Rhea but now that gap was only marginal.

Percy was still the strongest while Rhea and Jason were more or less even, followed by Andromeda and Thalia matching each other and Nico was the last behind but the requirements of him becoming an heir were more complicated so as of now he was the only one not to claim being an heir yet.

As for the rest of their forces, the training had been very successful. It was trickier with those needing to be seen on Olympus but with a few minor charms thanks to the efforts of Nyx and Hecate, their increases in power were well hidden.

Even his disappointing son, Damasen, had become an accomplished fighter and a usual sparring partner of Hercules. His immense size and strength meant he was one of the few who could fight fist to fist with the god of Strength, while his intelligence and strategy kept Hercules on his feet.

Others that had become good friends and fighting partners had been Leto, Phoebe, Lamia, and Medusa since each had a different preferred weapon and style while fighting in battle royals.

Overall their forces were coming along nicely and soon it would be the time to act.

He could tell that Percy and Rhea were particularly antsy about getting Hestia here … but could it be done now? He scanned Percy intently as the pair finally sat and recovered after their spar that had been raging for nearly three days with both using a multitude of skills they helped each other create.

One particularly deadly ability both used was becoming partially darkness/light as they move around at a pace even Nyx and Aether couldn't keep up with while the two could still attack and weave through multiple opponents.

'He could fight his way out with her easily but then again giving the Olympians sign of their rise could be problematic as well,' he thought before he noticed a presence approaching. Jason and Percy sensed it too as they looked away for a moment just before Nyx flashed in.

"Hello boys," Nyx greeted as she looked around before her eyes focused on Percy.

"Hello Lady Nyx," Jason, the ever formal, replied while Percy just waved with a smile.

"Hey Nyx, what can we do for you?" Percy asked as he turned his swords back into rings while Jason with the same but his sword turned into a white-gold watch instead.

"Oh, it's not what you can do for me, it's what I can do for you," she replied making Percy raise an eyebrow. Noting his look she elaborated, "It's time."

"Time? Time for what exactly?" Percy asked with narrowing eyes.

"To get your little goddess back," Nyx replied making Percy's eyes widen.

"R-really?" Percy asked with a hopeful glint.

"Sister, are you sure?" Tartarus asked as he faced his sister.

"I am," she replied seriously. "If he does it now he can still hide his power beneath the charm so the Olympians won't know what he is and if Rhea goes with him in the form of 'Mira' and 'Umbra', it will throw Olympus off the trail."

"So how are we going to do this?" Percy asked eagerly making Nyx smirk.

"Why, a public kidnapping of course!"

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Don't forget to throw some power Stones, to keep the story going.

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