# Chapter 8: The Godly Power Harvest As Percy disappeared into the bathroom to change, Nico sat on his own bunk, reflecting on the day's events. Percy had been extraordinary during Capture the Flag—faster, stronger, and more coordinated than Nico had ever seen him. If the first extraction had any effect at all, Percy showed no signs of it. Percy emerged from the bathroom wearing fresh clothes, though Nico noticed he hadn't showered. His blond curls remained damp with sweat, and his body emanated that same powerful scent Nico had noticed earlier—musky, masculine, and somehow magnetic. Nico inhaled deeply, savoring it. "Ready?" Percy asked, running a hand through his disheveled hair. They walked to the dining pavilion together, where Percy once again became the center of attention. Campers called out congratulations as he passed, and several moved to make room for him at the Poseidon table, though they knew camp rules prohibited them from sitting there. "Looks like you've got a fan club," Nico remarked as they separated to their respective tables. Percy laughed uncomfortably. "It's just because of the game." But Nico knew better. He watched as Percy filled his plate with food—double portions of everything—and began eating with unusual enthusiasm. He also noticed how other campers, both male and female, stole glances at Percy throughout the meal. Something about him drew their attention like moths to a flame. It was the scent, Nico realized. Three days without showering had intensified Percy's natural masculine and heroic odor. The combination created a powerful pheromone-like effect on everyone around him. He wasn't dirty, he just had accumulated his godly scent of three days. After dinner, as campers gathered around the campfire for the nightly sing-along, Nico slipped away to a secluded spot behind the cabins. He sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and focused his mind. "Morpheus," he whispered into the gathering darkness. "I need to speak with you." For several minutes, nothing happened. Nico maintained his concentration, repeating the god's name in his mind. Gradually, the sounds of the camp—the singing voices, the crackling fire, the distant clash of waves against the shore—began to fade. A heavy drowsiness settled over him, though he knew he wasn't truly falling asleep. The world around him shifted, the darkness deepening until it surrounded him completely. Then, like a curtain being drawn back, the blackness parted to reveal a figure standing before him—a tall man with features that seemed to constantly shift and change, like images in a dream. "Young son of Hades," Morpheus said, his voice echoing as if from a great distance. "You've made progress." Nico straightened his posture. "I performed the first extraction as you instructed, but Percy shows no signs of weakening. If anything, he seems stronger than before." Morpheus smiled, his face momentarily settling into the appearance of a handsome young man before shifting again. "That is to be expected. Perseus Jackson possesses an abundance of godly power—more than any demigod. What you extracted last night was merely an impersceptible fraction of his total power. For sure he regained it through the night, and his powerfull energy was more active thanks to your intervention. This is why today was more active than ever." "How many extractions will it take?" Nico asked. "His power regenerates continuously," Morpheus explained. "It flows through him like an endless river, replenishing itself from his connection to his father. You must drain him repeatedly, night after night, until the river runs dry. Each session you will be capable of draining more and more of his sweet energy." Nico frowned. "But if his power keeps regenerating—" "Eventually, with enough extractions, you will deplete his reserves faster than they can be restored," Morpheus interrupted. "Think of it as emptying a well. At first, the water level drops only slightly and recovers quickly. But continue drawing from it, and eventually, you reach a point where it cannot refill quickly enough." "And then?" "And then," Morpheus continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, "we will find a way to permanently steal his divine essence—the very core of his being that allows him to regenerate his power. But that essence and the rest of his body are currently protected by his godly power. Only when he is completely drained will it become vulnerable." Nico processed this information, a mixture of anticipation and guilt swirling within him. "I understand," he said finally. "Continue the extractions," Morpheus instructed. "Each night, draw more of his power. His body will adapt, producing more of the essence-infused liquid for you to consume." The god's form began to fade, blending back into the surrounding darkness. "Remember, young demigod, you will gain his power and eventually his submission." "Wait," Nico called out as Morpheus's figure grew increasingly transparent. "What about the hypnosis? Should I continue with that as well?" "Yes," came the fading reply. "Plant suggestions in his mind while he sleeps. Encourage him to train harder, to push his body to its limits. The more he exerts himself during the day, the more vulnerable his body and his mind will be to your extractions at night, and the more muscular his sexy body will be." With those final words, Morpheus disappeared completely, and the darkness around Nico began to recede. The sounds of camp returned—though the singing had stopped, replaced by the murmur of conversations as campers made their way back to their cabins. Nico opened his eyes and found himself still sitting behind the cabins, the cool night air raising goosebumps on his arms. He stood up, brushing dirt from his jeans, and headed back toward Cabin 3. He found Percy already there, sitting on his bunk and polishing Riptide with a cloth. The cabin smelled of that potent masculine scent that seemed to emanate from Percy's muscles, armpits and hair. "Where'd you disappear to?" Percy asked, not looking up from his sword. "Just needed some quiet," Nico replied, sitting on his own bunk. "The campfire got too loud for me." Percy nodded, accepting the explanation without question. He continued polishing his sword, the bronze blade gleaming in the soft light of the cabin. Nico watched his movements, the way his muscles flexed beneath his t-shirt, the concentration in his blue eyes as he worked. "You were amazing today," Nico said after a moment of silence. "During Capture the Flag, I mean. I've never seen anyone move that fast." Percy glanced up, a faint smile playing at his lips. "Thanks. I know, I'm that strong." He set Riptide aside, the sword shrinking back into pen form. "But now I'm really need to sleep." Nico saw his opportunity. "You should rest then. Big day tomorrow with all that training you do." Percy yawned, stretching his arms above his head. He pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abs. Nico tried not to stare but found his eyes drawn to Percy's pectoral muscles, which seemed slightly fuller than the day before. Percy didn't seem to notice Nico's gaze as he kicked off his shorts and climbed into bed wearing just his boxers. He pulled the covers up to his waist, leaving his chest exposed to the cool air of the cabin. "Hey, Nico," Percy said suddenly, his voice soft in the dimness. "Do you still get nightmares?" The question caught Nico off guard. "Yes." he lied. Percy nodded, staring up at the ceiling. "Maybe it would help if you weren't alone, you could sleep in my bed. Sometimes having someone else there keeps the nightmares away." "That might help," Nico said excited Percy shifted over, making room on the bed. "Come on, then.." Nico tried to keep his excitement from showing as he climbed into Percy's bed. The mattress dipped under their combined weight, forcing them to lie close together. Percy's body radiated heat, and this close, his scent was overwhelming—a potent mixture of sweat, sea salt, and something else, something divine. "Comfortable?" Percy asked, already sounding half-asleep. "Yes," Nico replied, barely trusting his voice. "Very." Percy murmured something unintelligible and rolled onto his side, his back to Nico. Within minutes, his breathing deepened and evened out, indicating he had fallen asleep. Nico lay still, counting Percy's breaths, making sure he was truly asleep before proceeding. When he was certain, he carefully sat up and looked down at the sleeping demigod. Percy's blond curls fell across his forehead, and his lips were slightly parted as he breathed. In sleep, his face looked younger, more vulnerable. Nico reached out hesitantly, then traced a finger along Percy's jawline, marveling at the contrast between the strong bone structure and the smooth skin. He leaned closer, inhaling deeply. The scent that had been drawing campers to Percy all day was even stronger now—raw, masculine, and tinged with divinity. Unable to resist, Nico pressed his face against Percy's neck, breathing him in. His tongue darted out, tasting the salt on Percy's skin. Emboldened by Percy's continued sleep, Nico began to explore more thoroughly. He moved down Percy's body, licking the sweat from his collarbone, his chest, his abdomen. The taste was intoxicating—salty but with an underlying sweetness, like nectar. He continued lower, following the trail of sweat down Percy's legs to his feet. Nico lifted one foot gently and pressed his nose against it, inhaling the powerful scent before running his tongue along the sole. He repeated the process with the other foot, savoring the taste of dirt and sweat. Working his way back up, Nico paid special attention to Percy's underarms, burying his face in the damp hair and breathing deeply. The scent here was most concentrated, most primal, and Nico licked eagerly, collecting the sweat on his tongue. Finally, he returned to Percy's face, studying his perfect features in the dim light. Percy's blond curls fascinated him—how could hair be so beautiful? He leaned down and pressed his nose into the golden strands, inhaling the scent of sea salt and sunshine. Unable to help himself, he licked the hair, tasting it, soaking it with his saliva as he ran his tongue through the curls again and again. Throughout this exploration, Percy remained deeply asleep, occasionally murmuring or shifting but never waking. The hypnotic suggestion from the previous night had done its work well, keeping him unconscious despite Nico's touches. Finally satisfied with his exploration, Nico prepared for the second extraction. He placed his hands on Percy's pectoral muscles, which felt slighlty fuller and firmer than the night before. As he began massaging in slow, circular motions, he whispered the incantation Morpheus had taught him. The effect was immediate and more pronounced than the previous night. Percy's chest began to glow with a soft blue-green light, the color of the sea. His nipples hardened and extended, becoming more prominent as the massage continued. The pectoral muscles themselves swelled visibly, filling with concentrated godly power. Nico continued the massage, watching in fascination as tiny droplets of fluid began to form at the tips of Percy's nipples. The drops grew larger, eventually breaking free and running down the curves of his chest. Nico caught one with his finger and brought it to his lips. The taste was even more intense than before—sweet and powerful, like liquid energy. He lowered his head and closed his lips around Percy's right nipple, sucking gently. The fluid flowed into his mouth, warming his throat and spreading through his body like fire. He felt it immediately—the rush of power, the surge of divine energy filling him, strengthening him. He moved to the left nipple, which was now leaking steadily. As he drank, Nico sensed the power flowing from Percy into himself—a transfer of godly energy that left him feeling more alive, more powerful than he'd ever felt before. The extraction continued for nearly an hour, with Nico alternating between nipples, drinking the essence-infused milk non-stop. By the time the flow began to diminish, he had consumed far far more than the ridiculous amount from the previous night. Percy remained in a trance-like sleep throughout the process, his breathing deep and regular. Occasionally he would moan softly or shift position, but he never approached wakefulness. When the extraction was complete, Nico sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He felt incredible—powerful, energized, as if he could run for miles or fight a hundred monsters without tiring. Percy's godly energy flowed through his veins, making him feel almost invincible. But his work for the night wasn't finished. Now came the hypnosis—the planting of suggestions in Percy's vulnerable mind. Nico leaned close to Percy's ear, his voice soft but commanding. "Percy Jackson," he whispered, "listen to my voice. Only my voice." Percy's breathing changed slightly, becoming even deeper, indicating he had entered a hypnotic state. "You are tired because you've been training hard," Nico continued. "Your body needs rest to grow stronger. Any fatigue you feel tomorrow is just from your intense training—nothing more, nothing less." Percy's head moved in a slight nod, accepting the suggestion. "You will train even harder tomorrow," Nico whispered. "You want to build your muscles bigger and stronger. You want to be the mightiest demigod, with the sexiest, most powerful body." Another nod, more definite this time. "You will not use your water powers for the next few days," Nico added, knowing this was crucial. If Percy tried to use his powers and found them diminished, he might become suspicious. "You want to challenge yourself, to win through physical strength alone, not relying on your father's gifts. This will make you stronger in the long run, and you know that even withour your father's domain you are now by far the strongest demigod." Percy's brow furrowed slightly, but then relaxed as he accepted this suggestion as well. "When you wake up, you will remember nothing of this night except sleeping peacefully beside me," Nico concluded. "You will feel happy of my presance and you will let me sleep in your bed every night." With that, Nico ended the hypnotic session. He watched as Percy's face relaxed back into normal sleep, his breathing returning to its previous rhythm. Exhausted but exhilarated by the night's work, Nico carefully positioned himself beside Percy, arranging their bodies so that it would appear they had simply fallen asleep together. Percy's arm automatically wrapped around him, pulling him close in unconscious intimacy. Nico pressed his face against Percy's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, smelling his strong musk. The second extraction had been successful—more successful than he had dared to hope. He could feel Percy's power coursing through him, mingling with his own abilities, enhancing them. Two extractions down, he thought as he drifted toward sleep. Soon, the mighty Percy Jackson would be drained completely, his divine essence vulnerable and ripe for the taking. And then, finally, he would belong to Nico entirely. He will have the man of his dreams!