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Since the "words" had already left Artemis' mouth, she felt a little nervous.
Take responsibility?
What was she thinking when she said that?
Artemis didn't actually say it out loud, but when it came to Perseus it didn't really matter whether or not she did say it or not. She didn't know how to explain it, but the both of them were observant people.
With a single motion, she could instantly see his intention and what he wanted to do. The reverse was also true.
Perseus could see what she wanted to do and could follow up on it.
It was extremely helpful during their hunts and allowed them to work together flawlessly.
But, she was really caught in the mood this time.
When they were kissing, there was only a single thought going through her mind.
Was there something that felt better than kissing?
And the first thing she thought of- was the forbidden act.
When a man and a woman, love each other very very much.
They do a particular deed to show their love.
And she, really wanted to do it.
Her love of Perseus far surpassed anything that she could've thought possible.
Only a few years ago, she would've never even considered having a romantic relationship with a man, one that was practically assigned to her no less.
At the time, it felt like a curse, but now she couldn't help be feel grateful towards the womanizer that was supposed to be her father.
"Wai- wait!"
Frantically, Artemis pulled out a cube, purposely letting it slip out of her hand. The second the cube felt her hand, it expanded and moved them into a familiar tent.
The wall that Perseus previously pushed her against was no longer there, but Artemis didn't feel worried as Perseus grabbed her thighs, holding her up like nothing happened. while she held onto his head, giving him a flurry of kisses.
They made their way over to the bed while engrossed in their intimacy.
Gently laying her down, he broke the kiss.
The bed beneath her got hotter by the second, making her feel strangely scorched.
She shed her jacket and shirt then took off her pants, showing off her bare skin.
Removing her bra, the goddess covered her nipples with her hands, laying in utter embarrassment, feeling as though she would be vulnerable if she showed everything.
It was the first time Artemis had ever willingly revealed her body to a man, so her mind raced.
Did she look ugly?
Hopefully, she didn't.
Gods, it was so embarrassing.
How does anyone find the courage to do this?
Please don't stare too much.
His green gems stared in stupor as he marveled at the naked beauty. Noticing her defensive position, he decisively chose to weaken her shield with a delicate kiss.
A slow passion embraced her lips, filling her desire to feel loved by her man. Her arms gradually moved to hug him, but he stopped her.
Not wanting her to feel alone, Perseus began to take his shirt off as Artemis watched unmoving, gazing upon his well-built body.
Thankfully, he wasn't built like a Greek god with grotesque muscles that were faker than Aphrodite's breasts. Since gods can change their physique at will, their muscles were "real" but Artemis didn't consider them to be. Besides, if you took off the shirt of one god and compared it to another, you probably couldn't tell the difference because they looked the exact same.
Unlike those gods, Perseus was neither too muscular or too skinny, but he was somewhere along the middle.
They were the proof of hard work and dedication from training every day.
And, Artemis thought that his body was beautiful.
A work of art.
And she, was about to make love with that body.
His belt made a metal clinking sound as he undid his belt, allowing his pants to slide off, then he revealed his erect manhood.
However, the clinking of metal triggered a hidden fear within her.
Her mind no longer wanted this.
And, it created a wave of doubt whether this was what she really wanted.
Her oath and her entire life was dedicated to maintain her virginity.
And she about to toss everything away for a man?
Her head and back felt hot like a cloud of hot air loomed over, making her feel as though she was sweating even though she wasn't.
Her mind flashed with unpleasant thoughts.
No.
She didn't want this.
No, no, no.
Artemis could hear a pitiful scream enter her ears.
A terrified shriek of a young girl, oblivious to what was happening, but knowing that something bad was going to happen.
Her cries were completely unheard by the world as the man loomed over her like a shadow.
Her pupils constricted to the size of a needle as if it was happening right in front of her.
No.
As if she was that girl.
Her arms were shaking.
She couldn't move her body.
Her eyes shook fearfully, not seeing the man over her as Percy, but as a shrouded figure, ready to commit his atrocious deed.
No.
Don't.
She was completely paralyzed in fear.
No.
She didn't want to.
Stop.
No.
Please.
Please.
Don't do this.
Stop!
...
Suddenly, Artemis felt a firmness surround her. The warmth that encased her like a fluffy blanket, brought her back to reality. Perseus embraced her body, placing her head underneath his chin, so that he could cover her with his protective warmth.
He didn't say a single word, but the goddess knew that he was trying his best to reassure her.
That everything was alright.
She could almost hear his voice through his actions.
Gently caring and extremely soft.
Yet, his body trembled, frightened for her.
He was hurt because of her.
Her heart ached.
Agh.
Artemis felt horrible.
Because of her, he-
She didn't need to look into his eyes to know that he was genuinely concernd and genuinely wanted to comfort her.
Perseus knew her very well. Every time she felt uncomfortable he would always make her feel like she was his number one priority.
He was always so thoughtful.
So caring.
It was such foreign feeling.
Love.
She didn't deserve such a man.
She used to only feel disdain for men.
She hated men.
She hated the things that they put women through.
She hated that women had to rely on men.
She hated that they could get away with anything just because they had a thing down there.
She imagined a world where they never existed.
Where, they were all dead.
She didn't deserve him.
He was too good for her.
She was a bad woman.
A sinful woman.
Who cares if she kept her purity if her soul was tainted.
She was dirty.
Dirty filth.
"I'm- sorry. I ruined everything I-,"
Perseus shifted himself, so that they were facing each other.
"Shhh," he stopped her from talking by pressing his finger against her lips, "There's no reason why you should be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong," Perseus said softly.
Artemis suddenly had reservations, and Percy was fine with that. Percy couldn't force her to even if he wanted to. He wasn't the type of person to put his own pleasure and needs above Artemis's.
In his mind, Artemis would always come first.
He wasn't disappointed, there wasn't really anything to be disappointed about in the first place.
Artemis hinted that she wanted to have sex, but something made her change her mind.
She no longer felt ok to do it, and he was ok with that.
That was all.
As long as she could feel his love, Percy was satisfied with just that.
Confidently staring into her eyes, he continued, "I'm here for you. Whatever you want to do, I want to do. If you're happy, I'm happy. We don't have to do it if you don't want to."
It referred to sex.
Just looking into his eyes made her calm down. They were as steady as a rock.
Her rock.
He brushed away the hair that were covering her eyes and kissed her forehead.
Tears welled in her eyes.
Pulling her closer, his bare skin radiated some much needed warmth.
They spent the next few miutes gazing at each other before he shifted on top of her, pressing his head on her chest.
His hair felt a bit ticklish against her skin.
She watched as his chest gently rose and then fall.
Rise and then fall again.
It was peaceful.
She no longer felt panicked like before and was back to her usual self.
Artemis asked, "What are you doing?"
"Listening," he calmly responded.
"To what?"
"Your heart."
"My heart?"
He made an affirmation hum.
"What does it say?"
Her heart quickened slightly in anticipation.
Artemis could feel him smile slightly as if he was amused.
"It says... I love you." His arms went around her waist, hugging her stomach. From his tone, it sounded like he was about to say something embarrassing, but he chose to say that instead.
Artemis had a feeling that he knew of her embarrassment, but thankfully he chose not to say anything.
Now that she had a clear head. Artemis confirmed that she did want to make love with him. However, the mood didn't quite feel right.
There wasn't any of the sexual tension like before.
How they were going to do now?
There was no doubt in her mind that his little buddy had already gone down.
And it probably wouldn't get up anytime soon. Not that she would know something like that, she was just making an educated guess.
Suddenly, Artemis thought of her mother.
How was she supposed to do this.
How was she-
Then, the goddess remembered something that her mother gave her.
A vial.
What did her mother say?
Courage?
She could sure use some right now.
It appeared in her hand. Opening the cap with a pop, she was about to drink it all when Perseus stopped her hand.
"Mistress!" He sounded freaked out. "Do you know what this is?
Her body began to get hot. "No not really. Also, what did I say about-!"
Woah. The goddess got increasingly antsy. Her lower mouth was throbbing.
"It's an aphrodisiac," Percy said in a serious tone while she looked at his lips. They looked so delicious right now.
"An aphrodisiac? Oh," she said plainly, having no reaction.
"Mi- Artemis, this is serious. Do you-"
"Shush!" Her forcefully pressed her lips onto his. "Perseus, you idiot. I want you to fuck me."
His stupefied face was so cute to look at and only made her even more aroused, especially the little gulp his Adam's apple made.
Her lower mouth was driving her insane.
Was this lust?
The goddess wanted it.
She loved him.
And he loved her.
To prove that they truly loved each other, in her mind, this was the only way.
Something poked her abdomen. The goddess didn't see to look to know what it was.
A seductive smile appeared on her intoxicated face.
She rubbed her abdomen, where her barriers were located.
It was throbbing.
It felt hot.
Gods, she needed to take her panties off.
She wanted his thing.
Her hand touched her abdomen like she was drawing something, and the sound of glass shattering echoed in her ears alone.
It was the sound of her barriers being broken.
She outstretched her arms inviting Percy to hug her.
When he accepted, she whispered in his ear, "Fuck me."
The goddess watched as her words affected Percy. How he had tossed all of his reasoning out of the window, deciding to drink the rest of the aphrodisiac, letting the vial drop to the ground with a loud clink.
His green eyes swirled with a madness that she'd never seen before.
A primal desire.
His tip playful teased her as it poked the entrance of her damp cave.
Letting out a little whine, she lightly bit his neck.
For just a second, Percy had enough clarity to stop. He had the chance to stop what he was doing, but-
Did he want to?
No, he wanted to taint his goddess.
Wanted to make love to his goddess.
But before that.
One of his hands reached down to her cave to give it a quick flick.
Ah~
She moaned in surprise as her body quivered in excitement as he continued to play with her maidenhood, eventually inserting a finger inside.
He prodded her insides, gently conducting his investigation with light stroke.
Artemis felt pleasure, but unlike the previous times he touched a spot within her body that made her shriek with ecstasy. A euphoric sensation to her brain as she felt a different kind of pleasure that made her lose control of her body.
Clear liquid sprayed out like a water balloon exploding on impact, completely soaking Percy's arm.
Her expression struggled to maintain its composure as her consciousness drowned in pleasure.
The only reason she was barely able to retain her conscious was due to her desire not to look like a slut in front of Perseus.
Deciding it was time, Percy quietly muttered into her ear, "Forgive me."
Grabbing her sides, Percy forcefully pushed himself into her closed maidenhood.
Augh! Auh! AH!
Artemis couldn't help herself from letting out an agonizing cry. Pain was etched into her voice like a branding iron printing on clear skin.
Her jade-like body convulsed in searing pain as her cave was forced to expand itself to take in such a large girthy intruder. Her insides felt like molten lava burning up everything in her pathway.
Red liquid streamed out of her cave, signifying the loss of her purity.
Like the talons of an eagle, her nails ruthlessly pierced his back, carving whatever agony she was feeling onto his back.
Perseus winced slightly, but other than that he bore no reaction, understanding that he could never feel the pain that she was going through in that very moment.
It hurt so much. Artemis never knew such pain could ever exist, but despite her anguish her heart was filled with overwhelming happiness.
Her silver eyes were filled with tears, but she asked him to continue nonetheless.
To give her something to distract her from the pain, he sealed her lips with his own.
Muah. Muah. Muah.
She kissed him aggressively while he continued to ravage her insides, pounding her with a slow and gentle rhythm.
Euh, ah! Ah! Ah!
Before long, the pain subsides and transformed into pleasure as her insides began to adapt to his manhood.
Letting out an enchanting moan, Artemis tightened as his rod kissed the entrance of her womb.
For the first time, the thought of getting pregnant passed by her mind.
But, Percy did not give her time to stop and think as he slid back, smashing on her womb for the second time.
Increasing his pace, he continued to scrape against her walls, making slapping sounds as flesh smashed against flesh.
Her moans synchronized with the groans that he made whenever he touched her baby-making room.
Each thrust felt deeper and deeper like the entire thing had yet to be put inside her.
A mixture of moans and grunts enveloped the room as they continued their passionate intercourse. The goddess began to shake her hips frantically like a wild animal, desiring to make him feel even better.
Anyone who knew Artemis would be unable to recognize the woman joyously shaking her hips like a dancer while a man was pummeling her with his meat stick.
Their hurried breaths intermingled each of them tried their hardest to pleasure the other because they were unsure if they were even doing it correctly.
Joining hands, their fingers interlocked, feeling the intense pleasure of becoming one.
Something was coming.
Artemis could feel it.
His manhood throbbed like the starch warning of a rapidly darkening sky.
Silently, she prepared herself to match his pace as she shallowed his rod all the way up to the base.
His firm hands gripped the sides of her body and violently pulled her towards him. Knowing full well what was going to happen, Artemis also locked her legs behind him, pushing them together.
A vivid warmth pulsed before a torrent of hot liquid gushed from his rod, filling up her love room to the brim. Her uterus expanded to accept in his juices, but there was too much of it. Excess liquid flowed out like a dam, staining the sheets as proof of their mutual desire.
Back arching up, her mind shuttered with incomprehensible delight while the walls of her womb were painted white. Letting out an incoherent sound of pleasure, Artemis' body fell powerlessly back on the bed with Percy gently collapsing after her. His body, seemingly out of energy, kept her cave plugged up with his rod, unwilling to let his fluids go anywhere.
With her bloated uterus, the goddess appeared as though a child was growing within her. Rubbing her stomach as if she was having one, her face held a gentle smile, imagining the possibility.
How great it would be if she had his child.
Although it seemed over, Artemis felt the still rod inside of her twitch before it began to harden like a beast awakening from its slumber.
Her cool face flushed with a rosy color.
Raptured in carnal desire, neither of them was aware that there were two people that could've heard the entire thing.
One of those people left for a while to return to a living room that was still being occupied despite being gone for hours.
