I am finally back! This chapter is mostly just a big lemon, the last lemon of Pertemis for probably the whole book. There is a huge foreshadow scene at the end so stay tuned for that; when I said this story is about to get intense, I was not joking around. I would like to think that this lemon is the best one of the book, but I will let you guys be the judge of that, and the reason that I think it is the best is because it gives their feelings and emotions, and not just their desire to rail each other like you guys have been complaining about some of the time.
I know you guys don't like, or can't get used to the fact that the characters are so OOC, but that is just how I do things. I should have put a disclaimer on the first chapter that this story is gonna be very different personality wise than others you guys have read in the past. Please do not get upset or leave harmful comments towards me for it, this is just how I write, and what I like to write, and if you have a problem with it then you can just press the button in the extreme right corner of your screen in the shape of the 24th letter of the alphabet.
This is the same time as the last chapter. I put the last paragraph of the last chapter in here because I just couldn't start writing without seeing where I left off… I think I am gradually starting to fall into the deep dark abyss of chronic writer's blocks.
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"Strip," he told her, and her eyes turned playful, and relieved. "And don't flash your clothes off, I want to see you strip, and make it entertaining." Percy instructed, and slung his legs back over the armrest of her throne. He was clearly taking full advantage of the power he had here, and she was loving it.
Percy put his hands behind his head and looked at her expectantly; only in the last 3 days did she start to realize that Percy asks very little of her. He's never given her guidelines of how he expects her to behave and a description of the consequences if she disobeyed… Which is exactly what she did to him when he first came to the hunt. He's always been highly respectful and polite to her, unimaginably good to her in every way, and he has never done anything to her that she didn't like. She could go on and on but she didn't really want to think about it…
She had taken advantage of his kindness and she had the opportunity to show him, literally, that she was sorry and that forgiving her was worth his while… And that she was willing to do what it took to earn his forgiveness. But she had never done anything like this before, truth be told she usually never had to put much work into being intimate with him. She knew that when she was intimate with him that he had held back on going to town with her, for her enjoyment… She knew that because he treated her with just the right level of gentleness, and then after she told him he could be as rough as he wanted to her from now on on his birthday he had started being rough, but rough like she liked it. She gave him her virginity; she gave up a lot, but she never took the time to realize that Percy had given up a lot as well.
Percy wanted her to give him a show, and that is what she would do… Even though she had never done anything like this, she would do her very best… and that is all Percy wanted from her, he wanted to see if she would put in the effort to dance for him, or if she would play the Percy would never force me to do anything card, and chicken out.
She had no idea how to dance, she couldn't even dance normally, let alone exotic… But she was smart, and she could figure this out, she knew that he liked her long, smooth, athletically toned legs, and that he really liked her equally toned ass. So knowing that she knew that the first thing she should try and work off in her dance, is her pants.
She twirled to the left for him, then she spun back and twirled to the right. Following up with that she twirled back to the left and spun all the way around, she looked over her shoulder at Percy and he locked eyes with her. His eyes looked approving, like he was impressed that she was willing to do this. It didn't last long because he nodded at her impatiently to keep going.
She turned 90* so that he was looking at her side and she brought her hands up to her hips and began to slowly bring them up her curvaceous form. She was rotating her body back and forth as she did so, when her hands got to her breasts she started to move them back down… When her hands reached her waist, she quickly turned away and then quickly unbuckled her pants; she let them fall to the ground and gracefully stepped out of them leaving her perfect legs exposed to his eye. She's a female, and she knew that a woman looked sexier with one of her knees bent, so that is exactly what she did.
Percy was having a very good time, Arty didn't have skill, that was clear… But her eagerness made up for it as it had so many times in the past. He had his feet slung over the left arm rest, and his hands behind his head… He watched as she shed her pants and gyrated her hips for his entertainment, and his eyes became wide when he saw her panties. She was wearing the blue panties from her lingerie set, and if she was wearing one half, then she was wearing the bra too.
Artemis twirled like a ballerina, she then turned around and rocked her hips back and forth from side to side… He supposed that Artemis wouldn't wiggled her ass at him because that would make her look like a whore. He was sure that all she feels comfortable doing, maybe ever, was a slightly sexual dance, and that's it. She wouldn't do any booty shaking, or twerking, including or excluding the pole, nothing… Artemis is a goddess with dignity, and she would tell him to go to a strip club if he wanted to see a woman degrade herself. Slightly sexual dancing, or SSD, which like the computer hardware, was very straightforward, is all he would ever ask of her anyways. He hadn't even asked that of her, just for her to make it entertaining…
She continued to move from side to side and he couldn't help but watch her perfect ass… She twirled to one side and then the other; she was swiveling her whole body to the left and to the right to give him a display of her side, and her hourglass form. Bending her knee each time to give that extra sexy appeal… He noticed that she was working the fasteners on her hunter's garb as she did so. He had to give her credit, she was creative.
She reached the last fastener on her hunters jacket and turned away from him, she kept swaying her hips but she shrugged off her jacket. His suspicions were correct and she was wearing the upper body of her lingerie set. He was very impressed at the lengths that Artemis had gone to to make herself delightable for him if he had decided to come back.
Her jacket was half shrugged off, sitting about halfway down her back and her arms… She spun around and swiveled to the right and to the left to give him a wonderful view of her newly exposed chest, the half shrugged off jacket making the scene extra sexy, and she knew it. She made a kissy face at him from the side and he smiled, gazing deep into her eyes. He had always loved to gaze deep into her silver eyes, there was wisdom unparalleled in those eyes… along with boundless playfulness.
She turned towards him and shrugged off the rest of her jacket, she let it fall to the ground and she slid it back with one foot. This act left her entire chest free to be devoured by his gaze, and to make it all the more obvious where she wanted his eyes she took her hands and pushed all her hair back with a hand on each side of her head. He smiled as he took it all in, every bit of skin and the perfect valley between her breasts that was created with the sexy bra. As he admired her she blushed ever so slightly and brought her hands gently down to her waist and slid them up her perfect form… Gently and slowly dragging her hands, gropingly, up her sides and over her skin. His eyes followed her hands and the perfectly toned muscles and curves that they emphasized, and when she got to her breasts she cupped them and turned to the left and to the right, her hair swinging with her movement.
His imagination ran wild, she had done a very good job with what he told her to do, he couldn't have imagined her doing anything different or giving him a better performance. He was really excited, there was no way in hell that he could have been any harder, and his mind was going wild with all the things that he wanted to do with her. He had tried to document all of her movements in his mind, and had vividly succeeded, he could remember everything she had done, it was unforgettable…
"Peeercy?" She said gently, in a sweet voice, "d-do you want me to do more?" She asked him, sweetly, and for a moment he didn't hear what she had said. In that moment she blushed as she realized that he had enjoyed her dance and his mind laid in fantasyland at that moment in time.
"I would never mind that, I loved the dance, Arty."
She smiled and her eyes went wide as she realized that he called her by her nickname… She was doing the right things, and it was working. She crooked her head to the side and sauntered over to him. He watched her intently as she did so, he couldn't think of many sexier sights than watching her sway her hips wearing that incredible lingerie. She sat down and straddled herself on his lap. She gently laid her hands on his chest and looked deep into his eyes. Her silver irises glowed faintly as he looked into them, he could see her remorse, and her deep longing to be his again.
He brought his hands up to her waist and slid them slowly up her form, admiring the feel of her toned body and the unfathomable softness of her skin. He was very impressed, she had taken extremely good care of her skin while he was gone, just for his enjoyment when she was finally reunited with him. Somewhere deep down she had believed that he could return at any moment, and if he did, she had wanted him to be extremely pleased that he did.
If she had known before she came here that she was going to be dancing for him; she would have worn her thigh highs that came with the set Aphrodite gave her. And then if she had gone to Aphrodite's before she danced for him then Aphrodite would have gotten her a matching garter belt to boot. She would have looked like a certified porn star. Maybe she could treat him to that sight one day, but she would never shake her booty for him like a stripper, she is not a slut.
He leaned in and kissed the top of her breasts; it was quite an enticing sight to him as they were pushed together in her tight bra. She let out a satisfied breath and tangled her hands in his hair. As she was straddling his lap, he had easy access to all of her, and he took great advantage of that, much to her dismay. He reached his hand down between her legs and lightly rubbed over her clit.
She gasped, quickly realizing where he was wanting this to go.
"Percy…" She purred in a calm, but indifferent tone, "We shouldn't have sex in the throne room."
He immediately pulled away from her and looked into her eyes.
"Why not, Artemis?"
She frowned; she thought that he was mature enough not to get upset with her for this, but apparently she was wrong.
"Percy, this is the sacred chamber of the gods… Hestia, Poseidon, Hades, Athena… They would be offended if you took me here, where their thrones are, it's about respect."
He looked at her for a second and then nodded.
"You're right, we shouldn't."
"Don't get discouraged, in fact, we could go back to my palace?" She proposed; leaning in and kissing his neck. Her lips on his neck felt really good after 3 days without her. He may act like he is so upset with her, but Percy truly missed her while he was gone. He needed that time away, but now he wants to indulge in what he was missing.
He tells her to get up and she gets up off his lap; which makes him very happy with the level of obedience she is showing. She gets up off his lap and stands in front of him, and he couldn't help but admire her again. Artemis looks just incredible in that lace lingerie set, and it always enthralled his mind to see her like that, especially with how well taken care of and perfectly shaved her skin is now. She had clearly went to town with moisturizers and skin voluminous products, and maybe the same for her hair.
He considered, briefly, making her dance for him again, but decided against it; However, the temptation was quite tempting.
He got up off her throne, finally, and put his hands on her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and as they shrunk back to their normal sizes, they flashed away to her palace.
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It's quite incredible that Artemis has this personal mansion on Olympus, and the only thing they ever use it for is hard, rough love making… and it's usually just for him that they come here. No one will bother them here, no hunters, no gods, no distractions. He can do anything he wants to her here, and they can mate for as long as they want.
As soon as they arrived at her palace he immediately tossed her onto the bed. She yelps in surprise and immediately puts her hands above her head and bends a knee to make herself look sexy and appealing.
"I didn't tell you, but that dance was the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed." Percy compliments her; bringing his hands to the hem of his shirt and in one swift motion pulling it off.
She smiles brightly from that compliment. Her cheeks slightly reddened from the realization that she is being admired; along with the compliment he gave her. She really hadn't known what to do at all; she had just done what she thought would look sexy… and apparently she was right.
Sometimes, when she allows herself to be super masochistic, she wonders if he takes pride and reminds himself that after all those thousands of years it was he who conquered her… She wants him to be proud, and then use that pride as confidence to have his way with her. If he told her that he is proud of himself for being such a good man to earn the right to take her virginity; her heart would just melt for him. It would be really sweet of him to tell her that.
"You know what would make this even better?"
"Whaaaaat?" She purred.
"Some ropes for your arms and legs."
Her eyes immediately go wide and she looks at him like he just sprouted two heads.
"What!?" Artemis asked incredulously, sitting up on the bed and crossing her legs defensively.
"You heard me."
"Why? You never expressed interest in doing that before."
"Well I never thought of it before, and even if I have I know you would have shot the idea down."
She opens her mouth to try and say something but he immediately cuts her off.
"Am I wrong?"
She lowered her eyes… He is right; she probably would have shot him down. She was a pretty strict lover before that night on his birthday; she didn't let him do much more than make love to her, and even after that she still would have likely shot it down. That's why she brought those shackles to her palace in the first place. While Aphrodite's idea of sending those to her had probably been Artemis presenting herself chained to the bed as a birthday gift; Arty was just not comfortable doing that, so she just brought them to her palace and stuck them in the drawer.
"No, you're not wrong, Percy… But we can make it so." She purred and got up off the bed; immediately burying her face in his neck, sucking on his pulse point.
She is extremely embarrassed; she's never said something like that to him, and if he is smart enough to know what she means (she doubts it) then she'll be in for a very embarrassing discussion. He smiles and enjoys her lips on his neck; his mind completely brushing over what she just said, and putting it on background processing.
"Wait… What did you say?"
She frowned and pulled away momentarily.
"I-" She hushes him with two fingers to his lips, and then turns around and walks over to her nightstand. She summons a key into her hand and puts the key into the keyhole on the drawer; she turns the key and opens it. She reaches down and picks up the item that she is looking for, and turns around, concealing it behind her back as she walks back over to Percy.
She stands in front of him and bows her head ever so slightly and begins to speak.
"Percy, I know I am not the ideal girlfriend that I should be, and certainly not the girl you deserve… You're an extremely good man to me and every other woman, and I've hardly ever been reciprocal… But somehow you still love me and cherish me with all your heart, and I wish I could say I've done the same, but it would be a lie. I am not perfect, and certainly not adequate for you, but I do try. On your birthday, I promised you I would never say no, but I also meant that I will always fulfill and indulge your fantasies. I swear I will always do as you say when we are alone… So, as you suggested…" She finishes, and brings the item from which she concealed behind her back to dangle out in front of her by her pointer finger.
Percy's eyes go wide, first at her lovely speech, and then from seeing the item dangling from her pointer finger.
"Are you sure? Arty?"
"Absolutely, Percy." She assures him, and he takes the shackles from her. As soon as they are out of her hand she extends both her arms in front of her like a good girl, waiting for him to cuff her.
He doesn't hesitate, and unlocks the cuffs and locks them around her forearms. Eager to get on with this extremely sexy show he steps back a little to admire the half-nude, and powerless goddess.
The shackles are quite petite, certainly not bulky or uncomfortable. They are pink and fuzzy and meant to look sexy and naughty, but made out of pure celestial bronze. She can't leave, and she can't resist. It's a perfect way to show her trust, and she is also 100% certain that she's gonna have the time of her life. She has always wondered what it would be like to be completely dominated by Percy… She also knows that Percy holds back a little for her comfort, and she hopes that he won't this time.
She steps back slightly for him to let him admire her, and spins on the spot for him. He smiles and walks over to the bed, and sits down on the edge. She smiles at him and he gestures for him to come to her. She does, and when she stands in front of him she moves her shackled hands to his face, cupping his cheek with the gentlest caress, and gently leans down to kiss him on the forehead. It was a very light and love filled kiss. A kiss that meant Percy is the most important thing in the entire world to her.
"Percy…" She whispers in his ear in the hottest and most sincere voice she can conjure. "I am truly sorry for everything I have done against you, for all of it."
He doesn't say anything; he just brings his hands to the underside of her breasts and leans in to kiss her. She eagerly kisses him back; her kiss full of love.
His hands wander all over her, kneading her ass, to gently squeezing her breasts through the erotic lace of her bra. He gave her a nice, hard and sharp smack on the ass every once in a while that made her let out a loud yelp in surprise. He means for it to sting, but he knows that she loves it… He knows that she is a pain slut, and loves the sharp sting of his palms slapping her ass and the same pain of getting her hair pulled. She loves his hands on her more than he could possibly imagine, and after 3 days away she purrs the whole time against his lips and into his neck.
He always loves to run his hands over her, groping and kneading in all the right places. Percy is truly blessed to have her, and she is all his. She's perfect… Absolutely every part of her is just perfect, and she is all his.
They spent many long minutes making out, and he spent even longer pawing her with hands. He missed her so much after 3 days away, and he wanted nothing more than to get high on her because there is no hangover like Arty.
Suddenly, Percy pushed her away from him, and broke the kiss. This made her frown in concern, thinking that she did something to upset him or make him lose interest.
"Get on your knees," he tells her firmly, leaving absolutely no room for disobedience.
She smiles brightly and tilts her head to the side in admiration. She very much appreciates him wanting to feel her tongue… especially since he turned her down the last time she offered, but of course now she is desperate for the opportunity to use her tongue for him because she feels bad.
She obediently does as he tells her, and with her wrists and hands bound by the shackles she gets down on her knees for him. He smiles at her and flashes off his pants that he had been wearing. The bulge in his boxers is quite prominent to her. The effects of having her dance for him for 20 minutes and groping and kneading her for an additional 10, and adding the fact that he hasn't had any in 4 days… he is harder than just about ever.
She smiles and very gently rolls his boxers down his legs and off with the help of him picking up his feet from the ground, so she could slide them off.
"Artemis, look at me."
She obeys
"No teeth, and you'd better do a good job."
She smiles at him and files his warning as an important reminder. She doesn't say anything in response, however, and just gently reaches up with her shackled hands and cups his wonderful balls in her hand and leans in in the most erotic way possible… wrapping her lips around his engorged cock head.
His head gently reclined back and his mouth parted in an oval shape. Artemis is not experienced, and not skilled, but this is like her second time doing this so he can't blame her… But, she is eager. With every stroke of her tongue as she bobs up and down, swirling and rubbing her tongue, he can tell that she wants deeply to please him.
"Mmmmmmmmm, yes, Arty just like that. Good girl."
She moans around his cock hearing those words. She always loves it when he calls her a good girl. A year ago she would have been mortified to be labeled as a good girl, but now she loves it.
It's an extremely erotic sight to see Artemis gently wrap her lips around his cock and bob up and down. Being intimate with Artemis is just his favorite thing to do in the whole wide world. She's always so nice to him, and so submissive; ever since his birthday he has always had the time of his life, every night. Ever since then he has always gone to bed 100% satisfied. Artemis is very sweet, and she is always willing to do anything he wants. He really regrets leaving for 3 days now, and not just because of her incredible tongue… He regrets it because all the hunters missed him, and there were times over the last 3 days when he really could have benefitted from her eager tongue to sooth his mind.
Artemis is putting in work to give him the best experience possible. His head is leaned back and his mouth is open in an O shape as she works her tongue around his shaft, bobbing up and down. He takes his hand and grabs a handful of her hair and starts guiding her up and down. She moans from the power trip, and he lets out a satisfied sigh as he feels the incredible vibrations. Of course, she starts moaning when he starts guiding her up and down by pushing and pulling on a fistful of her hair… There is no possible or logical explanation that could describe how hot she gets between the legs when he pulls her hair; she is just crazy into it.
Suddenly he pulls her up and off of his dick. She whines, because she was really getting into it and she didn't want to stop. However, Percy had other plans for her.
She looks up at him with those adoring eyes of hers. She is kneeling between his legs and looking up at him as if he is the most wonderful person in the entire world. She loves him with everything she is and she is so happy to be here… to be his.
"Get up." He tells her firmly, and she obeys without hesitation. Artemis acts completely normal when they are with the other hunters or around anyone else, but here in the bedroom she is his to command. She lets him rule over her when they are alone in the bedroom, but outside of the bedroom he still respects her authority as the goddess of the hunt.
As she stands up, so does Percy. His hands immediately travel to her breasts and he gives her incredible breasts a delightful squeeze that makes her close her eyes in pleasure. There are few things she enjoys more than Percy using her skin as a stress ball. She loves his hands on her and she could spend the entire day enjoying the feeling of his hands on her.
He bent over and gave a kiss and a bite to the top of each of her breasts, and then he told her to turn around. She, of course, immediately did as he told her and he reached his hands up to the clasp on her bra and skillfully unclipped it. She lost her breath as soon as he unclasped her bra for the first time in 3 days. She didn't lose it for long, however, because they quickly realized that with her arms shackled she could not slide her unclasped bra off of her arms. She didn't let that stop her, however, and just flashed it off the rest of the way as soon as it reached the celestial bronze shackles.
Now that she stood completely bareback to him he brought his hands up to her hair and pulled it back… just pulling it back and out of her face, but he also made sure to give it a tug for the fun of it and to hear her gasp as she got even more turned on by it.
"Turn around, again." He tells her, and she obeys him again, revealing her perfect D cup breasts to him.
Percy is a polite man, and instead of immediately diving for her perfect breasts he takes her lips in a passionate kiss as he palms her perfect handfuls. She clearly appreciates it very much and rests her hands on his chest, moaning into the kiss. The hands on her breasts feel incredible, and she realizes just how much she missed the feeling of his hands on her.
Percy breaks the kiss with her lips as he kisses her jawline, and then her neck, her collarbone and down to the tops of her breasts. Her breath truly leaves her when his tongue brushes over her tite.
"Gods, I missed these."
"Gods, Percy, they missed you!"
He smiles at her comeback as he starts to suckle on her breast. She loves it, and she cries out when his teeth clamp down on her nipple.
"Percy!"
He grins and pulls away; he bends down and easily picks her up. She lets out a little squeal when she is abruptly picked up effortlessly by Percy. He turns around and promptly plops her down in the middle of the giant bed. It's amazing to her how she went from never using her palace for anything, to getting railed in it multiple times each week. Everytime they come here it is always for Percy's exclusive benefit and enjoyment, and it is usually always to fulfill a promise or to make an apology… because no one would hear them here, and he can do anything he wants to her for as long as he wants and they will not get interrupted.
Without even being instructed to, because she is such a good girl, she immediately stretches out on the bed and extends her arms above her head in a submissive gesture. Laying down on the bed with her arms above her head emphasizes her breasts perfectly by arching her back ever so slightly, and that is what she is going for.
Standing in front of the bed and looking down at her, he gently ran his hands down her smooth, sexy, and strong legs. There is not a single hint of resistance; she's completely his.
She blushes as she realizes that she is being admired, again, and he smiles at her as he takes in her perfect form. She's never chastised him for admiring her… not lately, that is, because she loves his eyes on her. He hasn't seen her or felt her in 3 days, so he is taking this slow and sensual as he takes in her love and her intimacy, slowly and delicately, getting high off of her. At this moment he doesn't even think of the reason that they are here, the reason she is wanting to earn his forgiveness. He only wants to make love with her, and that is all that is on his mind… her, and she is all that is ever on it.
"I missed you." He tells her as his hands begin to travel toward her outer thighs.
"Gods, Percy… I missed you more than you can ever imagine."
He smiles and moves his hands down to her slim 22 inch waist and hooks his finger under the band of her lacey, blue panties. He didn't ask her for permission before he pulled them up and off of her sexy, smooth and perfectly toned legs. Artemis is extremely well fit and in shape. Her body fat percentage is extremely low, and more than impressively so.
She lets out a sexy sigh when he slips them up her legs and off, leaving her completely nude. She doesn't spread her legs for him immediately. She never makes Percy have to work for it, but it is sexy when he prompts her to spread them by gently pulling them apart, but not enough to actually do it, but just enough to communicate what he wants her to do. Percy was not always a leg guy, but once he got to start admiring and caressing her sexy, toned legs, his priorities straightened real quick.
She didn't spread her legs very much, just enough for him to have access, but that is pretty usual for Arty… she usually doesn't spread them very wide unless he spreads her legs himself, or tells her to. You can't teach an old dog new tricks, and Artemis still holds her values even if she is no longer a maiden, and spreading her legs wide for Percy is not an acceptable way to conduct herself in her opinion. Unless he wishes, of course.
She is starting to realize that she wishes she had given Percy her virginity a long long time ago. Her life has improved tenfold since she rescinded her maiden lifestyle, and she wishes she had done it sooner.
After 4 days of no procreation, Percy is not very patient. With her legs raised in the air he latches his hands onto her legs for leverage, and with great effort, penetrates her for the first time in 4 days, 3 of those days he spent without her. In all honesty from Artemis, it is not the most pleasant thing he has done to her. Because she is a goddess, she'll always be just as tight as the day he took her virginity, and after 4 days Percy is a little bigger than usual and he stretches her… just like every other time they have sex.
Even though she told him long ago that she would never say no, and that he could do anything he wants to her, he has always taken steps to ensure that Artemis is comfortable and has a good time. After 4 days she did not expect him to be so kind, but while she was not surprised, certainly not surprised, but flattered and heart warmed that even though he is so desperate to take her, and that the entire reason she brought him back to her palace and metaphorically and literally spread her legs… is to apologize, he still gave her the time to acclimate to his sizeable cock in her before he started to move. If he had not given her the time then she would not have held it against him, and she would not have even mentioned it… but now? She would absolutely remember to express her gratitude and commemorate him for his compassion and character; as Atalanta always says, every male can be a boy, but real men treat women with respect and the utmost kindness. Artemis completely agrees; the only thing she has to add onto that is that real women are those that are reciprocal.
He had let out an extremely satisfied sigh when he penetrated her, and she had made a sugar coated whine of discomfort, even though she could feel the intense pleasure as well. The 3 days she had been without him had been purely awful; it was horrible for her, and she had been completely alone… She realized how much she needs him during those 3 days, and how much she relies on him. She knows that he missed her too, and that is why, again, the whole idea around them being here in her palace right now is to mate, and for the most part, for Percy's enjoyment.
Percy spreads her legs further and leans overtop of her so that he can prop himself up with his arms as he takes her, so that he hovers overtop of her and her underneath of him. The tops of her breasts press into his chest and their lips lock passionately as he takes her. The love making is a lot gentler than she thought it would be, and she imagined that after 3 days without her, the reason for that is that Percy wants to just make love and enjoy her presence again, or maybe it is to show that he isn't mad at her anymore. She wraps her legs around him and loops her arms around his neck, kissing him more eagerly.
Each of them knows that they are not going to leave that bed for a very long time…
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"Gods, Percy… That was amazing."
"It was…" Percy agrees.
"Percy… I'm really sorry for what I did; I pray that you can forgive me?"
"I already forgave you, Artemis; I just didn't tell you… I love you so very much, and I missed you more than you could ever imagine. The Calypso thing was not your fault, it was mine… I should have followed up more closely on that, and I also should not have run away for 3 days when I found out that you had been hiding it from me. I'm sorry…"
"It's alright, Percy." She purred, kissing his neck and interlocking her legs with his, "I don't blame you for anything."
"I only want us to be together, Arty. I love you more than you could ever imagine. I never want us to be apart ever again."
"Never again will we be apart, I promise you that." Artemis whispered into his ear, and with that final sentence they fell asleep. Consumed by the exhaustion of their hours of lovemaking in this midday hour, they fall asleep, intertwined with one another. they fall asleep, intertwined with one another like two flames in a fire, merging together into one powerful blaze.
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Erebus sat on his throne in the middle of his palace; his faithful and feminine slaves, co-ed workers, and generals working all around him. The chair on which he sits is made of full obsidian, pure black. A ghostly, demonic humanoid figure stands completely still next to his throne, almost completely invisible in the shadows of the room from the dim light of the palace of Darkness. On the other side of the throne stands a menacing and evil man in full armor, a killer.
"General!" His voice booms across the room.
The general quickly runs to the Primordials feet and kneels before the incredibly powerful being.
"Yes, Supreme Lord?"
"How is the reformation of Atlas coming along?"
The general started to sweat; Erebus does not take well to bad news.
"V-very slowly, my lord…"
"WHAT!? It's been over 4 days since the battle, what is TAKING SO LONG!?"
"My Lord… Atlas was slain by the Huntress wielding those Ethereal Silver daggers…"
"Silence… If Atlas was slain by Ethereal Silver then he will not reform for quite some time. This huntress you speak of, was the apprentice of Zoë Nightshade, correct? One of Atlas's daughters… Someone with that skill cannot be allowed to wield weapons of that power, weapons that could change the tide of this war in a heartbeat…" Suddenly he broke off, raised each of his grizzled hands, and made an approach me gesture with each of them. The figures that had been standing guard next to the throne stepped forward.
"Solve this problem, and do not fail me."
The man in the armor kneeled and said: "Yes, my lord."
The demon from the shadows said nothing, but a cold shiver ran down the back of everyone in the room except the Primordial, and then the demon was gone.
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There were a lot of foreshadows in that last section… I really hope you guys are already shivering from the possibilities. Please leave reviews and let me know what you guys think.
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