"The New King of Olympus Unleashed"

As the cheers of the gods and goddesses still echoed through the halls, Percy couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been growing inside him. The lust and desire that seemed to permeate every corner of Olympus, the unnatural hunger in the eyes of the gods and goddesses - it all felt so... wrong. He looked at Annabeth and Grover, but they seemed to be drinking in the adoration of the crowd, their faces radiant with a newfound confidence. Percy's gaze wandered, and his eyes landed on Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, who stood at the periphery of the gathering. Her eyes, once shining with a fierce independence, now burned with a fierce desire. He felt a sudden jolt of attraction, and before he could process his thoughts, he strode towards her. Artemis met him halfway, her hands reaching out to grasp his. "My king," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Without a word, Percy swept her into his arms, his lips crashing down on hers. The crowd around them erupted into cheers, but Percy barely noticed. He was lost in the passion that burned within him, the desire that had been building since he stepped foot on Olympus. As the night wore on, Percy's inhibitions fell away, and he gave in to his desires. He took Artemis and her hunters, one by one, in the lush gardens and hidden groves of Olympus. The gods and goddesses watched with a mixture of fascination and encouragement, their own desires stirred by Percy's actions. As the hours passed, Percy's conquests continued, his body entwined with that of Artemis and her hunters. They were his, and he was theirs, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they gave in to their passions. The result was inevitable - with each union, a spark of life was lit, and soon, the women were pregnant with Percy's children. The news spread like wildfire through the halls of Olympus, and the gods and goddesses cheered and celebrated. The king had given them a gift - a new generation of demigods, born of his own flesh and blood. As the night wore on, Percy stood amidst the chaos, his eyes scanning the crowd. Annabeth and Grover stood by his side, their faces a mixture of shock and awe. Artemis, now one of his many conquests, stood by his side, a smile on her face. The king's power had been unleashed, and nothing would ever be the same again. The age of Percy Jackson had truly begun, and the gods and goddesses of Olympus would never forget this night.