I'm experimenting with this story. It's going to be a throuple so if you don't like that just don't read it. I know the Hunters are virgins and having sex with girls counts as losing your virginity but it's just a story.

Prologue

Zoe and Artemis had been hunting together for thousands of years. Artemis, commands her group of huntresses, leads them all over, killing monsters and beasts of every kind. Zoe, her lieutenant, stands proudly at her side. The Hunt, which consists of fourteen girls, including Zoe, are skilled, bonded by a millennia of hunts, and memories dating back to Ancient Greece.

New members are always welcome. The Hunt is a family, they look after each other, love each other, and they all have one thing in common. The Hunt despises men. Most, if not all, of the girls have been wronged by men, or boys more accurately. Cheating lovers, disappointing family members, or worse. They are an immortal group of virgins, who swear to protect maids, hunt beasts, and serve their mistress forever.

To outsiders the hunt was a well-oiled machine. Ruthless in their pursuit to discard the world's worst kinds of creatures. Admission is offered to any female demigod, nymph, or mortal who shares in their ideas. They are well trained, well educated, and scary as all hell.

Being a member of the hunt was a privilege, as was serving Lady Artemis. Lady Artemis had a better understanding and respect for mortals than most gods. She preferred the company of her hunters to that of gods or anyone else. She created a family for herself and her maidens. They were incredibly close. Closer than most of the world thought them to be.

One thing about the Hunters of Artemis that many did not know was that, although they swore off the company of men, they did not necessarily swear off the idea of love. They remained virgins, in a sense, only sharing with each other. Few undertook this practice. It required the permission of Artemis herself. The rule only allowed for connections that could not be denied.

Thousands of years have shown that allowing the hunters to express their love for each other only makes the hunt closer. The girls understand the weight of their choices and choose wisely. There are only two couples currently in the hunt. A sacred secret is only shared among the hunters. Lady Artemis would do anything to make her hunters happy and keep them away from the disgusting influence of the male gender. One of those couples is Artemis herself and her second-in-command, Zoe Nightshade.

Zoe and Artemis had been hunting together for many lifetimes. Zoe was her oldest Huntress, her longest friend, and her lover. They got together sometime around the fall of Rome. Zoe and Artemis had sought comfort in each other after the death of a fallen Huntress. They sat staring at the stars, sitting on a cliff, gazing at the moon being pulled by Artemis's chariot. Zoe found herself in Artemis's arms, her hold being the only thing dulling the ache of losing her sister. They had held each other in secret, both knowing how much it meant to them, wishing they didn't want to know how much it meant to the other. The tension between them always thick. Black eyes stared into silver and their lips drew closer. A forbidden kiss stolen, above the sea, witnessed only by the clicking of crickets and the night sky itself.

That was the night Artemis decided she could swear off men, but not love. Special love like she shared with Zoe, she could accept. It wasn't heartbreak and betrayal forced upon her by society's standards. It was a new beginning, a flower starting to bloom, it was safety, and acceptance. It was pure and it was love.

Still, as they lay in each other's arms thousands of years after the night they shared their first kiss. Glistening in the sweat created as they showed each other how deep their love was. How alive it still was after so long. They both could admit, something was missing.