# Chapter 13: The Final Extraction Percy's cruel words hung in the air between them. The trance-induced honesty had revealed exactly what Nico had always feared—that the handsome hero saw him as nothing more than a pathetic weakling, unworthy of respect or love. Nico stood motionless, absorbing the full weight of Percy's contempt. Despite knowing that Percy was under hypnosis, forced to speak the unfiltered truth, each word cut through Nico like Celestial bronze. "Is that really how you see me?" Nico asked, his voice barely audible, arms wrapped protectively around his thin torso. "Yes," Percy replied, his blue eyes vacant yet somehow still radiating disdain as they swept over Nico's slender form. "You're nothing compared to a real hero. Just a shadow. A disappointment." Nico took a step closer to Percy, his heart hammering in his chest. He needed to know everything, to tear away any remaining illusion that might soften the blow of reality. "Percy," he said, his voice trembling despite his efforts to control it, "could you ever love me? Not just as a friend, but... more? Could you ever feel for me what I feel for you?" Percy's handsome face contorted into an expression of revulsion so genuine that Nico flinched. The mighty demigod's answer came without hesitation. "Never," Percy declared, the single word like a dagger to Nico's heart. "I could never love someone like you, Nico. Your body disgusts me—so weak, so pathetic. There's nothing attractive about you. Nothing desirable. Nothing heroic." Percy gestured to his own magnificent physique, muscles still pumped from the day's workout. "This is what I admire. This is what I'm drawn to. Strength. Power. Not your scrawny, pitiful excuse for a demigod body." Nico felt his throat constrict, tears threatening to form in his eyes. He had known, of course—had always known that Percy would never return his feelings. But hearing it spoken so plainly, with such brutal honesty, was another thing entirely. "What about who I am?" Nico whispered, one last desperate question. "Not my body, but me—my personality, my heart?" Percy's laugh was hollow, devoid of warmth. "Your personality? You lurk in shadows. You're creepy, Nico. You make people uncomfortable. And your heart? It's as weak as your body. You'll never be a true hero because you lack the courage, the conviction." Each word hammered another nail into the coffin of Nico's hopes, burying them deeper than the depths of Tartarus itself. Something shifted within him then, a fundamental change as the last glimmer of innocent love was extinguished, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. No more hesitation. No more guilt. No more half-measures. "Thank you for your honesty, Percy," Nico said, his voice suddenly steady, all emotion drained from it. "That's all I needed to know." With a wave of his hand and a whispered command, Nico released Percy from the hypnotic trance. The change was immediate—Percy's eyes cleared, his posture straightened, and the cruel expression was replaced by his usual confident smile. Percy blinked several times, momentarily disoriented. He looked down at his bare chest, then around the cabin as if trying to remember what he'd been doing. "Man, I must have zoned out," he said with a laugh. "Guess today's workout really took it out of me." Percy stretched his arms overhead, muscles rippling beneath his tan skin. He caught sight of his reflection in the small mirror mounted on the wall and immediately moved toward it, admiring the definition in his shoulders and chest. "Damn, I look good," Percy murmured, turning slightly to see his body from different angles. "Better than ever, actually. Don't you think?" The question was directed at Nico, but Percy's eyes never left his own reflection. He flexed his bicep, watching the muscle peak impressively. "You look incredible," Nico agreed, his voice hollow despite the truthfulness of the words. Percy did look magnificent—a perfect specimen of heroic physicality. And soon, all of it would belong to Nico. While Percy continued to admire himself, flexing different muscle groups and admiring the results of his training, Nico quietly slipped toward the door. "I need some air," he said. "Just going for a quick walk." Percy barely acknowledged him, too engrossed in his reflection. "Sure, whatever. I might take a shower soon. All this dried sweat is starting to itch." Nico stepped outside the cabin, closing the door behind him. The evening air was cool against his skin, stars beginning to appear in the darkening sky above Camp Half-Blood. He moved quickly away from the cabin, heading toward a small wooded area where he wouldn't be overheard. Once alone among the trees, Nico closed his eyes and focused. "Morpheus," he whispered, "I need to speak with you." For several moments, nothing happened. Then the air before him shimmered, coalescing into the form of the dream god. Morpheus appeared as he always did to Nico—a handsome man in flowing robes that shifted and changed like the surface of a dream, never quite settling on a single color or pattern. "Young son of Hades," Morpheus greeted him, his voice like silk. "Your progress with Percy Jackson has been... impressive. I've been watching with great interest." "I'm ready to complete the transfer," Nico said, getting straight to the point. "I've been draining his godly power each night, but I need to know the next step. How do I take his physical strength, his muscles?" Morpheus smiled, a slow, predatory expression that didn't reach his ever-changing eyes. "Ah, so you've decided to go through with it completely? No more moral qualms?" "No more hesitation," Nico confirmed, his voice cold. "I want everything he has. His power. His strength. His body. Everything." "Excellent," Morpheus said, circling Nico slowly. "Here's what you must understand, son of Hades. Percy Jackson's physical attributes—his strength, his musculature—they're connected to his godly power, but they're also separate. Think of his body as a vessel, and his godly power as the protective shield around that vessel." Morpheus gestured, and an image appeared in the air between them—a glowing representation of Percy's body, surrounded by a blue aura of power. "You've been draining the aura," Morpheus continued, pointing to the blue energy. "But the vessel itself remains intact. Once the aura is completely gone—once you've drained him of every drop of godly power—the vessel will be vulnerable. That's when you can begin to drain his physical attributes as well." Nico leaned forward, studying the image intently. "How do I do that? Is it the same method I've been using?" "Similar, but more direct," Morpheus explained. "For godly power, pectorals stimulation is enough—your hands on his chest, drawing the energy through his nipples. But for physical attributes, you'll need specific contact with each muscle group you wish to drain." The image changed, showing different areas of Percy's body highlighted in sequence. "Touch his bicep, connect all the energy you have stolen with his muscle, and drain its strength. Touch every muscles and drain its power. Touch his thighs, drain their might. Each area must be drained individually, with intent and focus. It's a more... intimate process." Nico nodded, absorbing the information. "And the divine essence you talked about? With it he is regaining his power every day. How do I take that?" Morpheus's smile widened. "That, young demigod, is the final step. The divine essence cannot be taken—it must be given willingly. But we'll discuss that when the time comes. For now, focus on completing the godly power drain. Once that's done, his physical attributes will be yours for the taking." "How much of his power has he won back again?" Nico asked. "Approximately twenty percent," Morpheus replied. "A significant amount, given the immensity of his power. Perseus Jackson is son of one of the Big Three—his divine essance is greater than any I hve ever seen. It will be difficult to do it all in one night." Nico frowned. "I want to finish this tonight." Morpheus raised an eyebrow. "Ambitious. It's possible, but it would require you to remain in contact with him for an extended period. Hours, perhaps. And the drain would be painful for him—he might wake, even from a deep sleep." "I'll make sure he doesn't," Nico said firmly. "I'll keep him under hypnosis if necessary. But tonight, I want his power. All of it." "As you wish," Morpheus conceded with a small bow. "But be cautious, son of Hades. The transfer of such immense power all at once could be... overwhelming. Your body might struggle to contain it initially." "I'll manage," Nico said, his determination unwavering. Morpheus studied him for a moment, then nodded. "Very well. Complete the godly power drain tonight. Once that's done, you can go through the physical attribute transfer." With that, the dream god's form shimmered and dissolved, leaving Nico alone among the trees once more. He stood still for several minutes, processing everything he had learned, steeling himself for what was to come. When he returned to the cabin, he found Percy touching his awesome muscles through the trainning tights. Sweat droplets still clung to his golden hair and muscular torso, catching the light from the small bedside lamp. "There you are," Percy said, looking up as Nico entered. "I was wondering where you'd disappeared to." "Just needed some fresh air," Nico replied, his eyes involuntarily tracing the perfect contours of Percy's body—the broad shoulders, the defined pectoral muscles, the chiseled abs leading down to where his huge cock was. Percy noticed the direction of Nico's gaze and grinned, flexing his abs playfully. "Like what you see? Today's workout really paid off. I swear my muscles are even more defined than they were this morning." Nico forced himself to look away, setting his plan in motion. "You must be exhausted after pushing yourself so hard every day." Percy nodded, a yawn escaping him as if on cue. "Yeah, I am pretty wiped out, actually. Nothing builds muscle like working to complete failure, though." He patted the bed beside him. "Come on, let's get some sleep. I need to rest these muscles so they can grow." Nico's heart raced as Percy casually invited him to share the bed again. Perfect. He slipped off his shoes and jacket, then lay down next to Percy, careful to maintain a respectful distance for now. Percy stretched out his magnificent body on the bed, another yawn overtaking him. "Man, I really am beat. But it's worth it. Tomorrow I'll be even stronger." "You certainly will," Nico agreed softly, knowing that tomorrow would bring changes Percy could never imagine. They lay in comfortable silence for a while, Percy's breathing gradually becoming deeper, more regular. When Nico was certain the son of Poseidon was on the verge of sleep, he whispered, "Percy, can you hear me?" "Mmm," Percy mumbled, already half asleep. "You're so tired," Nico continued, his voice taking on the hypnotic quality that had become second nature to him now. "So deeply, completely tired. Your mind is drifting, floating. You can feel yourself falling into a deep, peaceful sleep. Nothing will wake you until morning. You'll sleep through anything, no matter what happens to your body." Percy's breathing slowed further, his chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of deep sleep. Nico waited several minutes more, ensuring that Percy was completely under before beginning the next phase. Carefully, he placed both hands on Percy's chest, directly over his pectoral muscles. Through the thin fabric of Percy's tights, Nico could feel the firm contours of muscle, the slightly raised nipples. He closed his eyes, focusing on the energy he could sense beneath his palms—even with only 20% of his power, it was a vast, swirling ocean of power that belonged to the son of Poseidon. "Come to me," Nico whispered, drawing on the abilities Morpheus had granted him. "Flow from him to me. All of his godly power, every drop, every spark." At first, nothing happened. Then, slowly, Nico began to feel it—a tingling sensation in his palms, a warmth spreading up his arms. Beneath his hands, Percy's chest began to grow even larger. Then, Nico touched the erect nipples with hi shands. and some drops of liquid energy started to flow. The power started to flow, a trickle at first, then a steady stream. Nico strarted drinking it directly from the source. Percy stirred slightly, his face contorting in discomfort. "Hurts," he murmured, still deeply asleep but reacting to the sensation of his power being drained. "Sleep deeper," Nico commanded, not breaking his concentration. "Feel nothing but peaceful dreams." Percy's expression relaxed, but his body reacted to the drain. His nipples hardened beneath Nico's tongue, and a thin sheen of sweat broke out across his forehead and chest. The transfer of the last of his godly power was clearly causing physical stress, even if Percy wasn't consciously aware of it. Nico sucked harder, increasing the rate of transfer. The liquid energy flowed faster now, a river rather than a stream. He could feel Percy's godly power entering his own body, filling him with energy he'd never known before. It was intoxicating, addictive—a rush unlike anything he'd ever experienced. An hour passed as Nico continued the extraction, his entire being focused on the task. The cabin grew darker as the night deepened, the only light now coming from the godly aura still slightly glowing in Percy's skin. Percy's body reacted more dramatically as the drain intensified. His muscles twitched and tensed, his breathing became shallow, and occasionally a small moan escaped his lips. But the hypnotic suggestion held—he remained deeply asleep, unaware of the theft taking place. As the night wore on, Nico began to notice changes in his own body. Energy coursed through him, making him feel more alive than he had ever felt before. And most strikingly, he could sense water—could feel the lake at the edge of camp, the moisture in the air, even the water within Percy's body. The son of Poseidon's powers were becoming his own. Meanwhile, Percy's magnificent body showed subtle signs of diminishment. The glow of godly power that had always surrounded him, visible only to those with divine sight, was fading. His tan skin seemed less radiant, his golden hair less shiny. Though his muscles remained as defined as ever, something essential was being drained away with each passing minute. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Nico felt a change in the flow of liquid. What had been a torrent slowed to a trickle once more, then to individual drops, until at last it ceased entirely. He tried to suck again and again until not a single drop left Percy's erect nipples. He removed his mouth from Percy's pectorals and sat back, breathing heavily from the exertion. He had done it. Percy Jackson, mighty son of Poseidon, was now completely drained of godly power again. The hero's chest no longer glowed with divine energy. Instead, that power now resided within Nico, making his own body pulse with newfound energy. Nico looked down at Percy's sleeping form. Physically, he appeared much the same—still muscular, still handsome. But Nico knew the truth. Without his godly power, Percy was now vulnerable in a way he had never been before. His energy had been stolen, absorbed into Nico's being. It was time for the next phase. With trembling fingers, Nico lifted Percy's shirt, exposing his bare chest. The pectoral muscles were still magnificent, two perfect slabs of developed muscle topped with nipples that had grown larger and darker from the repeated stimulation of the energy extraction. Nico placed his hands directly on Percy's bare chest, feeling the warm skin and firm muscle beneath his palms. He focused on the task Morpheus had described—draining not just power now, but the muscles themselves. "Your energy is mine," Nico whispered, his fingers digging slightly into Percy's pectoral muscles. "Your godly power is gone, and now your physical might will follow."