Percy PoV

I looked down at my beautiful wife, seeing her in only her undergarments. I wanted her, physically.

But I also didn't want to hurt her.

I sighed, thinking of how awfully I dealt with the situation as I showered.

When I stepped out, I realized I hadn't brought a shirt in with me. I groaned, hoping Artemis wouldn't react negatively.

I dried off and clothed my lower half, stepping back out to the bedroom.

Artemis blushed lightly, but made no comment, a small smile on her lips.

She showered, and when she stepped out of the bathroom, she was wearing panties and one of my nightshirts.

My wife pecked my cheek as she slid under the covers next to me.

I pulled the covers up, putting my arms around Artemis as she snuggled into my chest, resting her face in the crook of my neck.

The next morning, I awoke to the feeling of soft lips on my forehead.

I sat up, opening my eyes to find none other than my wife sitting in my lap.

She leaned forward, falling into my chest. "Happy birthday, Percy."

"Why thank you, love," I kissed her forehead.

Artemis blushed at the nickname. "What would you like to do today?"

"Spend time with my wife and make her the happiest lady in the world," I responded charmingly.

"And what if you already do that?" Artemis asked, peeking up from my chest.

As an answer, I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.

"I want to do whatever I can do that lets me be alone with you," I whispered against her lips.

Artemis blushed and cuddled into my chest. "You're really sweet."

I smiled. "And you're either the cutest or sexiest person on the planet, depending on your mood."

She looked up at me, seeing I was completely serious, and buried her face in my chest.

"You're so adorable like this," I kissed the top of her head. "Everyone sees you as this cold, soulless, beautiful maiden that despises all males. They never meet the kind, soft, adorable girl you can be. Everyone judges books by their cover."

Artemis was blushing the deepest I'd ever seen by then. I pecked her cheek and nuzzled her neck, resting my forehead against hers.

Artemis suddenly sat up and scoffed, disgusted.

"What'd I do?" I asked, confused.

Artemis then blushed again. "Oh! Nothing, sorry. A bunch of my suitors just tried to Iris Message me in hopes that I'd be in the midst of changing or showering."

I scowled. "Who?"

Artemis shrugged. "A lot of people."

I pouted and held my wife tight. "No-one else can have you! You're mine! I'm not sharing! My Arty!" I whined in a childish voice.

Artemis smiled, snuggling into my grip. "Yes, Percy, I'm all yours."

I kissed her forehead. "Good."

"Have any of the goddesses flirted with you?" Artemis asked.

"Yeah, mainly Aphrodite though. It's sooooooooooo annoying! She just doesn't get the idea of loyalty!" I complained.

Artemis smiled, kissing my cheek. "My Percy."

I kissed her forehead. "So if Aphrodite starts annoying me and I tell her to take it up with you, you're fine with that, right?"

Artemis nodded and sat back in my lap.

"Percy," she asked in a softer voice. "What I felt for you last night...do you feel that for me?"

I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Of course I do, Artemis. You're the sexiest lady in the world, I'd have to be gay not to lust for you. Uh, not saying it's bad to be gay or anything..." I rambled on.

Artemis leaned forward, silencing my lips with her own. "Good to know you're open-minded, but that's not what I was asking."

I took her hand, bringing it down to my fabric covered boner. "Yes, Artemis. I lust for you. This is what it does to me."

My wife blushed, feeling the bulge grow larger and larger.

"Do you want me to make you..um.." Artemis trailed off.

"Love, it's okay to use those informal terms. I know you know what they are," I assured.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" She asked.

"Only if you're completely fine with it," I answered.

Untrue, of course. I wanted her to make me finish. I wanted to make love to her, to fuck her, to do all sorts of vulgar things to her. But she couldn't know that, or she'd think I was like every other rude womanizer.

None of the other girls ever gave me a boner. Not even Aphrodite or Annabeth.

I turned my attention to Artemis, who was blushing the deepest I'd ever seen now. Then I realized I'd said the bit about my boner out loud.

Artemis tugged me to the edge of the bed and pulled down my pants and boxers, revealing my ache for her touch.

Artemis got down on her knees and took me into her mouth.

My eyes bulged and I groaned. What wouldn't fit in her mouth was tended to by her left hand, while her right caressed my balls.

I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as she licked, sucked, stroked, and swirled.

Eventually, I groaned louder than I had previously, shooting my load into her mouth.

What Artemis couldn't hold spilt out onto her chin, over her shirt.

My wife swallowed what was in her mouth and stood. I think she was angry. Was supposed to warn her I was about to cum?

"I, ummm..." I mumbled, trailing off.

Artemis snapped out of whatever trance she'd been in, pecking my lips before pulling off the shirt she was wearing and wiped the semen off her face.

I stood up and pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.

As I held her waist, Artemis extended her arms, resting them on my shoulders.

I pressed my lips against hers, feeling my wife's hands run through my hair.

Pulling out of the kiss, the moon goddess shook her head. "You must be a descendant of Hecate. Nobody makes me feel how you do."

I chuckled. "It's called love, Artemis. Love makes you feel that way. It makes you feel every sort of emotion, but want to stay with that person."

"What do you mean every sort of emotion? Even ones like pain?" Artemis asked.

I nodded. "Yes, like if I lost you, I would be in such massive amounts of pain."

"Why?" My wife asked worriedly.

"Because, Artemis, you're my only loved one that isn't in Hades's realm. You're my family. My mom's dead. Poseidon is a god. He thinks of me as a simple pawn to be used, just like most of the Olympians. Especially Zeus. Sometimes I wish I could just-" Artemis silenced me with her lips.

As we kissed, Artemis pulled me to the bed, tugging the covers over us.

"What did I tell you about speaking of that sort of subject?" Artemis hissed.

"Um, don't," I responded stupidly.

Artemis pressed her face to my chest, sighing.

"I love you, Percy, I really do. But you can't be saying those sorts of things. If Zeus feels you're being even slightly disobedient, I can't do anything to help you." Artemis's voice cracked.

I kissed her forehead. "Sorry, Arty."

Artemis sighed, "This has got to be an awful birthday for you, hasn't it?"

I shrugged. "I mean, there was that time I had to fight a war against Kronos, but..." I trailed off at the demonic look my wife gave me after I spoke the Titan's name.