**The Birth of a New Era**

The halls of Olympus were abuzz with excitement as the demigod babies, born of Percy's unions with Artemis and her hunters, began to stir. The gods and goddesses gathered around, eager to witness the miracle of their birth. And indeed, it was a miracle - for as the babies took their first breaths, they were infused with the lust and vitality of their divine heritage. In a burst of radiance, the babies grew at an incredible rate, their tiny bodies expanding and maturing in a matter of seconds. Five minutes passed, and they stood before their father, tall and statuesque, their eyes burning with a fierce and unbridled desire. The crowd parted as the babies, now young adults, turned to Percy with a hunger in their eyes. They had inherited their father's insatiable appetites, and they were eager to indulge them. The first of them, a young woman with skin like alabaster and hair like golden silk, stepped forward and grasped Percy's hand. "Father," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Percy's eyes locked onto hers, and he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. He knew what was coming, and he was powerless to stop it. The young woman drew him into a passionate kiss, her lips burning with a fire that seemed to match his own. As they broke apart for air, the others closed in, their bodies pressing against Percy's, their hands roaming over his skin. Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, watched with a smile, her eyes gleaming with a fierce approval. The scene that unfolded was one of unbridled passion and desire, as the demigod babies, now grown to adulthood in the space of a few short minutes, indulged their lusts with their father. The gods and goddesses watched with a mixture of fascination and encouragement, their own desires stirred by the spectacle. Percy's body was soon entwined with those of his children, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they gave in to their passions. The result was a chaotic and frenzied dance, one that seemed to have no end. The gods and goddesses cheered and celebrated, their voices echoing through the halls of Olympus as the age of Percy Jackson continued to unfold. In the midst of the chaos, Annabeth and Grover stood frozen, their faces a mixture of shock and awe. They had never seen anything like this before, and they were unsure of how to react. But as they watched, they couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire, a sense that they too were being drawn into the maelstrom of passion and desire that surrounded them. As the night wore on, the celebrations showed no signs of abating. The demigod babies, now fully grown and fully indulged, stood back and smiled, their eyes gleaming with a fierce and unbridled vitality. They had been born of their father's loins, and they had inherited his appetites. And as the gods and goddesses cheered and celebrated, Percy stood at the center of it all, his body spent but his desires still burning bright. He knew that this was just the beginning, that the age of Percy Jackson would be marked by passion and desire, by lust and abandon. And he was ready, his body and soul primed to take on the challenges that lay ahead.