# Chapter 11: The third night of harvest By the time dinner ended, Percy had won every competition of the day but was completely drained. His body, normally sustained by godly stamina, felt heavier than usual, his movements slower and more deliberate. Still, he maintained the confident posture of a hero, refusing to show weakness, he felt stronger than ever, but also very very tired. As they walked back to Cabin Three, the sun setting behind the hills cast long shadows across the camp. Percy moved with the careful precision of someone fighting extreme fatigue, though he kept his head high, shoulders squared. "You dominated every event today," Nico observed, walking close beside him. "Everyone was impressed." Percy nodded, too tired for false modesty. "Felt good," he admitted. "Being the best, as always, no-one can win me." They reached the cabin, and Percy pushed open the door, stepping inside with a weary sigh. The moment the door closed behind them, his shoulders slumped slightly, the façade of tireless momentarily faltering. Percy examined his reflection critically, turning to view his body from different angles. His muscles seemed even more defined than before, his shoulders broader, his chest more powerful. The strange sensitivity in his pectorals remained, but it seemed a small price to pay for such an impressive physique. "I look even stronger than I did two days ago," Percy observed, flexing his arm and watching the bicep bulge impressively. "All this intense training is paying off." Nico appeared in the bathroom doorway, leaning against the frame as he watched Percy admire himself. "You're definitely the strongest demigod in history," he agreed, his eyes traveling over Percy's near-naked form with unconcealed admiration. "No one else comes close." Percy turned, examining his back muscles in the mirror. "Yeah," he said, a hint of vanity in his voice as he flexed his lats. "Guess all those hours of training are showing results." He continued to pose, admiring his reflection from various angles. Despite his exhaustion, a surge of pride filled his chest as he took in his heroic physique. The hollow feeling inside him seemed insignificant compared to the visible evidence of his strength and power. "Your muscles are perfect," Nico commented, stepping closer and using his hypnotis suggestions fueld with Percy's godly power. "Can I touch them again? I've never seen definition like yours." Percy hesitated only briefly before nodding, flexing his arm to make the bicep stand out. "Sure, go ahead." Nico's eyes glinted with barely contained excitement as he reached out, placing his slender fingers on Percy's bulging bicep. The contrast between them was stark—Nico's pale, thin hand against Percy's sun-bronzed, powerful muscle. "This is your bicep," Percy explained, rotating his arm slightly to display the muscle from different angles. "It's responsible for bending your arm and lifting things." He demonstrated by curling his arm further, causing the muscle to peak impressively. Nico squeezed gently, feeling the hardness beneath his fingers. "It's like touching marble," he murmured, his voice thick with admiration. "But warm. Alive." Percy smiled, clearly enjoying the attention. He relaxed his arm and then flexed again, making the muscle jump beneath Nico's touch. "This is the tricep," he continued, turning to display the back of his upper arm. "It does the opposite of the bicep—extends the arm. You need both for balance." Nico's hand moved to the indicated muscle, tracing its horseshoe shape with reverent fingers. "So much power," he whispered. Percy moved to stand before the mirror again, the towel still wrapped around his waist as he struck a classic bodybuilder pose, spreading his lats and puffing out his chest. "These are the latissimus dorsi—lats for short," he explained, indicating the wing-like muscles that flared from beneath his arms to his waist. "They're what give you that V-shape." Nico circled behind Percy, both hands now exploring the expanse of muscle across Percy's back. His fingers traced the definition where one muscle group separated from another, the valleys and ridges that defined Percy's heroic physique. "And these?" Nico asked, his hands moving lower to the muscles above Percy's hips. "Obliques," Percy replied, twisting slightly to make them more prominent. "They're part of your core. Important for stability and power in combat." Nico's hands moved to Percy's shoulders, squeezing the rounded caps of muscle there. "These feel even bigger than yesterday," he observed. Percy nodded, flexing his deltoids proudly. "Three distinct muscle heads—front, side, and rear. They control all the movements of your arm." He demonstrated by rotating his arm in different directions, each movement causing different parts of the muscle to bulge and shift. Moving to face Percy directly, Nico placed both hands on the hero's chest, feeling the firm slabs of muscle beneath his palms. Percy's pectorals were magnificent—thick, defined, and powerful. But Nico noticed they felt slightly different than they had the previous night—fuller somehow, more sensitive. "Your chest muscles," Nico said, his voice almost a whisper. "They're so impressive." Percy winced slightly at the touch but didn't pull away. "Pectoralis major," he confirmed. "They feel a little tender today. All that training, I guess." Nico traced the shape of each pectoral muscle, noting how they seemed fuller than before, the nipples more prominent. "They look even stronger than yesterday," he said smoothly. Pride flickered across Percy's face as he flexed his chest, making the muscles dance under Nico's hands. "You think so?" "Definitely," Nico assured him, his fingers circling dangerously close to Percy's nipples before moving down to his abdomen. "And these—your abs—they're like armor." Percy tensed his midsection, the six distinct muscle blocks standing out in sharp relief. "Rectus abdominis," he supplied, clearly enjoying showing off his knowledge as much as his physique. "The eight-pack everyone wants." Nico's fingers traced each cut line between the muscle blocks, marveling at their hardness. "I can barely feel any fat at all," he commented. "Just pure muscle." "Years of training," Percy said proudly. "Diet helps too. A hero has to stay in peak condition." Turning again to view his profile in the mirror, Percy flexed his arm and chest simultaneously, creating an impressive display of interlocking muscle groups. Nico stood beside him, the contrast between their bodies painfully obvious—Percy tall, broad, and magnificently muscled; Nico short, slender, and almost frail by comparison. "Look at the difference between us," Nico said, standing next to Percy and raising his own arm in a matching pose. Percy chuckled, not unkindly. "Well, I've had more training. And my father's genetics help too." Nico nodded, letting his arm fall to his side. "My bicep is practically non-existent compared to yours," he observed, the statement laced with calculated admiration. Percy flexed again, making his bicep bulge larger. "These took years to build," he said, a hint of vanity in his voice. "But anyone can get stronger with dedication." "May I?" Nico asked using a huge amount of energy, gesturing to Percy's legs, still covered by the towel. Percy hesitated for a moment, then nodded, adjusting the towel to expose one powerful thigh while keeping himself modestly covered. "Quadriceps," he explained, flexing the massive muscle group on the front of his thigh. "Four separate muscles that work together. They're what give you explosive power for jumping and running." Nico knelt down, placing both hands on Percy's thigh, feeling the rock-hard muscle beneath his touch. "It's huge," he marveled, squeezing gently. Percy shifted his weight, turning to display the back of his leg. "Hamstrings on the back," he continued, "and calf muscles lower down." He raised himself onto the balls of his feet, causing his calf muscles to bunch impressively. Nico's hands traveled down, tracing the shape of each muscle group with obvious appreciation. "Your body is like a map of perfection," he murmured, looking up at Percy from his kneeling position. Percy's expression was a mixture of pride and embarrassment. He was clearly enjoying Nico's admiration but seemed unused to such direct and intimate scrutiny. "Thanks," he said, adjusting the towel again. "It's good to be strong. To be able to protect people." Standing again, Nico moved to Percy's side, comparing their reflections in the mirror once more. "It's not just strength," he observed. "It's proportion. Balance. Everything fits together perfectly." Percy nodded, examining his reflection with critical eyes. "A hero's body needs to be functional, not just for show," he said, though the way he flexed and posed belied his words. "But it's nice when it looks good too," Nico added with a smile. Percy laughed, his fatigue momentarily forgotten in the glow of admiration. "Yeah, I guess so." He turned away from the mirror, suddenly seeming self-conscious. "I should get dressed." Nico stepped back, watching as Percy moved to his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. The hero dropped his towel without ceremony, giving Nico a brief glimpse of his naked backside—the perfect, rounded gluteal muscles, the powerful hamstrings, the V-shape that tapered from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist. Then Percy was dressed, the t-shirt stretching across his chest and shoulders. "I'm beat," Percy admitted, moving to his bed and sitting heavily on the edge. "Haven't felt this tired in... well, ever, I think." Nico sat beside him, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. "You pushed yourself hard today," he said. "Everyone was impressed." Percy nodded, stifling a yawn. "Yeah, but it felt good. To show what I can do." He rubbed absently at his chest, wincing slightly. "These are still sore though." "I could massage them" Nico offered, trying to keep his voice casual." Percy considered this, then nodded. "Yeah, that would be good. Thanks." He lay back on the bed, arms at his sides, his tired body sinking into the mattress. Nico positioned himself beside Percy, his hands moving to the hero's chest, fingers splaying across the firm pectoral muscles. As Nico began to knead gently, Percy closed his eyes, a small sigh escaping his lips. "That does feel better," he murmured. Nico worked methodically, his fingers pressing and circling, moving from the outer edges of Percy's chest toward the center. He noted how the muscles felt different than the previous night—bigger, more pliable, with a subtle give that hadn't been there before. The nipples were darker, and more prominent against the tight fabric of Percy's t-shirt. "Your whole body is amazing," Nico said softly, "but your chest is really impressive. So powerful." Percy smiled without opening his eyes. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice already heavy with approaching sleep. Nico continued the massage, noting how quickly Percy was succumbing to exhaustion. Within minutes, Percy's breathing had deepened and slowed, his chest rising and falling in the regular rhythm of sleep. Nico sat back, watching Percy's sleeping face for several long moments. As always the hero looked younger in sleep, more vulnerable. His golden hair fell across his forehead, his long lashes casting subtle shadows on his cheeks in the dim cabin light. "So trusting," Nico whispered, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Percy's face. "So clueless." He slipped from the bed and moved to the door, checking that it was securely locked before returning to Percy's side. "Let's see how much you've recovered," he murmured, placing his palm flat against Percy's chest. Closing his eyes, Nico concentrated, using his newly acquired powers to sense the godly power within Percy's body. He was startled by what he found—despite draining so much the previous night, Percy had already replenished over half of his godly power. "Fifty-one percent," Nico whispered in amazement. "You really are something special, Percy Jackson." The fact that Percy could regenerate his godly power so quickly was both impressive and alarming. If Nico hadn't been steadily draining him each night, the hero would likely have noticed something was wrong and might have sought help. The gradual approach had been the right strategy. Nico moved closer to Percy on the bed. He leaned down, burying his nose in Percy's golden hair, inhaling deeply. The scent was intoxicating—sea salt, sunshine, and something uniquely Percy, a heroic essence that seemed to radiate from his very pores. Nico's tongue darted out, tasting Percy's hair, then trailing down to his forehead, his closed eyelids, the curve of his cheek. The hero didn't stir, his exhaustion too complete for such gentle touches to penetrate his consciousness. Moving lower, Nico tugged down the neckline of Percy's t-shirt, exposing the upper curve of his pectoral muscles. The skin there was smooth and tan, stretched taut over the firm muscle beneath. Nico traced his finger along the collarbone, then down to circle one nipple through the thin fabric. Percy shifted slightly in his sleep, a small sound escaping his lips—not quite a moan, but something close. Nico paused, watching his face for any sign of waking, but Percy remained deeply asleep. Emboldened, Nico pulled Percy's t-shirt up, exposing his entire chest and abdomen. The sight was breathtaking—broad pectorals tapering down to a narrow waist, the eight distinct blocks of his abdominal muscles clearly defined even in repose. But it was the chest that commanded Nico's attention. Percy's nipples had changed over the past three nights. Once small and flat against his chest, they were now a bit larger, darker, and more prominent. The nipples themselves stood erect, almost beckoning. Nico licked his lips in anticipation. He placed both hands on Percy's chest, his thumbs circling the enlarged nipples. Percy moaned softly in his sleep, his back arching slightly into the touch. "So responsive," Nico whispered, leaning down to flick his tongue across one nipple. The reaction was immediate—Percy gasped in his sleep, his chest rising to meet Nico's mouth. Nico smiled against Percy's skin, then took the nipple between his lips and sucked gently. Almost instantly, he felt the familiar sweet, warm liquid fill his mouth—Percy's godly power, transformed into a milk-like substance by Nico's manipulations of the hero's body. It tasted even better than the other night—richer, more potent, as if the concentration of power had increased with each draining, every time taking more of Percy's core power. Nico swallowed eagerly, feeling the power surge through him as it had on previous nights. But this time, he didn't stop after a few minutes. He continued sucking, drawing out more and more of the precious fluid, feeling Percy's godly power flowing into him in a steady stream. He switched to the other nipple, finding it equally productive. Percy's body had adapted perfectly to Nico's needs, producing the power-infused liquid in quantities that exceeded his expectations. It was as if Percy's body had been redesigned to serve this purpose—to feed Nico with his power, to surrender his godly energy through this most intimate of connections. Nico drank and drank, alternating between nipples, never giving Percy's body a chance to stem the flow. The hero remained unconscious, though his body responded to the stimulation—back arching, small sounds escaping his lips, his chest heaving with each pull of Nico's mouth. As the minutes stretched into an hour, Nico felt Percy's godly power diminishing. The flow of power-infused liquid slowed, becoming thinner, less potent. But Nico persisted, determined to drain every last drop. Finally, after nearly two hours of methodical draining, Nico felt the flow stop completely. He sucked harder, trying to extract more, but Percy's nipples had gone dry. Lifting his head, Nico placed his palm flat against Percy's chest, sensing for any remaining godly power. There was nothing—not a single spark of the godly power that had once coursed through Percy's veins. The son of Poseidon lay completely drained, as powerless as any mortal. "Perfect," Nico whispered, sitting back to admire his handiwork. Percy's chest rose and fell with slow, deep breaths. He remained deeply asleep, unaware that his godly power had been stolen from him. Physically, he still looked impressive—his muscles were intact, his handsome face unchanged. But the subtle glow of godly power that had always surrounded him was gone, leaving only the shell of the hero he had been. Nico placed his hand on his own stomach, feeling the incredible power churning within him. He had consumed every drop of Percy's godly power, and it now belonged to him. The sensation was almost overwhelming—raw energy coursing through his veins, filling every cell of his body with divine strength. "Tomorrow," Nico murmured, leaning close to Percy's ear. "Tomorrow you'll finally fall in love with me." He placed his palm on Percy's forehead, channeling some of his new power into a hypnotic suggestion. "Tomorrow you will train even harder," he whispered. "You will push your muscles to their absolute limit. You will not feel the fatigue, you will push your body further than any exhaustion you feel. You will show everyone and me how strong and powerful you are—one last time. And then, when your body is almost depleted beyond belief, you will train with me, and you will loose." Percy's eyelids fluttered, his body responding to the hypnotic command even in deep sleep. A small smile curved his lips, as if he was dreaming of the glory that awaited him. Nico smiled back, a predatory gleam in his dark eyes. The final phase of his plan was almost complete. Tomorrow night, Percy Jackson—the greatest hero of the age—would lose everything that made him a hero. His godly power was already gone. And finally the hero of his dreams would be his. Lying down beside Percy's sleeping form, Nico draped an arm possessively across the hero's chest, feeling the steady heartbeat beneath his palm. The power inside him swirled and pulsed, adapting to its new host, filling him with a sense of invincibility. Nico's muscles were as weak as ever, but inside him resided all the stolen godly power of the mightiest demigod. "Sleep well, mighty hero," Nico whispered, nuzzling against Percy's neck. "Enjoy your last day of strength. soon all you will be mine."