Dealing with Drama

Hunting the Huntress: Part 2

AN: Sorry for the late update, its just that I need to be in the mood to write a lemon chapter, and I just couldn't find the spark. Anyway, here is a question for you. What is the worst thing you've ever had. Like... so bad that an aftertaste still lingers in your mouth? For me, it was the mixed fruit flavored children's antibiotics I used to have as a kid.

Time: Same Time

Artemis chuckled nervously at her position. Half naked in front of a her crush. Not only that, she was helplessly pinned to the tree as Percy gazed at her lustfully, the shadow tendrils he had summoned crawling up the tree trunk to touch her bare, pale skin like invasive predators controlled by a hot, Dark mastermind. The cool tendrils curled against her feet, slightly tickling her sensitive skin with gentle, fleeting touches and soft massages. Artemis ground her teeth, shaking her head to tear herself away from the pleasurable sensations Percy's divine powers could bring her, his warm skin pressed against his, or the feeling of his diamond hard muscles.

She gulped. "Percy, what is this?"

She looked around, her silver eyes wide with slight fear.

Percy smiled gently down at her, holding her tightly in his protective arms. "Don't worry, Artemis. I'm here."

As if that would solve everything. Well, if Artemis had any say in the matter, then it would probably solve everything.

She ignored the warm, tingly feeling running up her spine, or the rapid beating of her heart to favour staring into her lover's dark sea green eyes, swirling equal parts with emotion and hunger. She ignored the wanton pride she felt, knowing that she could make him look at her that way.

"They are all under my complete control, Artemis. It's sort of like how Hades does it, or how Nyx does it." He explained softly, his rough fingers gently caressing her soft, smooth skin. Percy sighed, "Artemis, do you trust me?"

She nodded frantically, afraid that he would leave her, or mistake her emotions as something else. Repulsion, for example.

Artemis had enough experience with Percy's inferiority complex, a fruit of years of abuse as a child.

"And you want to be fucked?"

The moon goddess blushed, and stammered, all her previous thoughts evaporating at his blunt words, "It could have been worded a bit better, but yeah."

"Great." The shadows closed in around the goddess, cold, smooth and dark, reflecting Percy's normally cool facade, but contrasting the warm feeling in his stomach, or the burning hunger he felt at her sight. "And do you have anything against my powers as a Dark god?"

"N-no. But-"

"No buts. You want to sleep with Percy, yes? And this, this.... tentacles," Percy's smirk told her that she was missing something there, "Are part of me. The same son of Poseidon, the Dark god, etc."

"It looks like Venom. This is all very confusing- I-"

She was cut off.

"Artemis, relax." Percy soothed. "You have wanted this, and I am giving it to you. Trust me, it will feel good after some time... like really good."