Dealing with Drama

Artemis and Asteria

AN: You all owe Lace a thanks for being the inspiration for this chapter.

Time: After Hunting the Huntress: Part 2

Contrary to popular belief, Percy could plan.

And he could plan well.

Slap him a competent army, and he would slap you victory after victory.

Slap him any girl, and he would slap you a pregnant mother infatuated with him.

That is, provided he could get past the awkwardness first.

Percy could not plan anything normal, as evident by the name of his private yacht or his pet bull shark. Blackjack was only thankful that he had not been the one to name him.

But when it came to all out war and kinky sex, two completely contradicting ideas, he was always a few steps forward.

Artemis had woken up expecting to be in his room, on his bed, in his arms.

She got a muddy forest floor.

The moon goddess winced as she tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. She felt hungover, even though she had not had any alcohol the previous day. Her head throbbed, her dirty, frizzy hair sticking to her face.

Her entire body was sore, her sore throat ached, several parts of her body were bruised and stung from the violent tentacle and dildo and cock gangbang she had been subjected to, and she was incapable of forming complex thoughts. Her tongue was parched, and her lower jaw ached. The overwhelming stench of sex that permeated the air made her feel lightheaded. Percy's musky scent still hung thick in the air, refusing to go away, acting as an aphrodisiac for the moon goddess as she rubbed her thighs. The memories from last night flooded her mind, and she felt pleasurable tingles go through her clit at the thought.

Oh, sweet innocent Artemis. Had she any idea how far Percy could go?

The moon goddess continued lying limply on the ground, not minding the mud that clung to her pale, ivory skin. Not a shred of cloth guarded her delicate, feminine body against the elements, exposing her to everything in the lap of nature, in the middle of one of the few untouched patches of forest in the entire world.

The truth? She had been out for an entire day- Percy had been right, a passionate, heated gangbang with his horsecock for her first time, wasn't such a pro move. Nevertheless, he had ensured her safety, and left her, but not before using his newfound powers to make sure that the sexual fluids staining her innocent body did not go away... at least not for some time.

But damn. The other girls did not give up so easily, constantly pestering him with questions about Artemis' whereabouts. They feared that he would make her do something stupid, like bungee jumping with a cheese rope. He had almost cracked, but fortunately, Aphrodite had known about the whole thing somehow, so she came to his rescue.

But back to the topic, that's why, looking at the still fresh cum, sweat and her feminine fluids around her, Artemis thought that she had been out merely for a single night.

Dawn was barely around the corner when she woke up, cursing Percy with everything she had. Sunlight filtered through the thick canopy almost as if the White Death had scoped her with the sunlight as his bullet. She squinted up at the sky, cursing how it could penetrate the thick canopy to land right in her face, leaving the rest of the vast forest in pitch-black darkness.