In the midst of a new beginning, troubles start to arise. Thrown into a world she thought was fantasy. Artemis now has to learn how to live with a new being inside of her. She needs to learn to trust people if she wishes to survive.
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Artemis
Standing in front of me are literal gods.
Dean has fitted dark trousers with a matching black T-shirt and black vans shoes to match his outfit. Everything hugs his body perfectly. The shirt emphasises his toned torso and arm muscles; he looks about 1.90 meters. His face, OH MY GOD!
Sharp cheekbones, wide blue eyes, and a subtle beard. Dreamy face! I can drown in his eyes. And his hair looks so fucking soft! He has a wolf ponytail; the sides of the head are shaved. Making it look regal, especially with his dark brown hair.
Victoria is a copy-paste of her brother but in a feminine body. Sharpe cheeks, full lips, big green eyes, and perfectly structured eyebrows. She has short brown hair in wavy styles and black highlights.
She wears similar clothes to Dean's. Black T-shirt with dark shorts along with black heel sandals. She paired it with gold jewellery and a gold bag. She is close in height to her brother; she looks about 1.80 meters. Judging by the way her body looks, she definitely exercises. Her muscles flex as she moves, and you can see her abs through the shirt.
"She's so hot!"
I ignore the voice, but I agree. Victoria is a goddess. They both have an aura of power around them. I would do them both. Looking at them, they both stared at me emotionless.
Taking a big breath, I compose myself. I go and stands next to Elli, as she knows them. I wish I could touch them. My eyes travel up and down their bodies. I snap out of it as I hear a throat clear. I look at Elli; she smirks knowingly. Rubbing my neck awkwardly and clearing my throat, I straighten my back. Looking up, I see amused faces.
Feeling my anxiety creeps up, I close my eyes and count to 10. I smile lightly and introduce myself.
"Hi, my name is Artemis Diamond Blake," I say in a business tone. "Nice to meet you!" I wave my hand at them. "Nice to meet you too, I'm Victoria, and this is my brother Dean. Say, your name sounds familiar. Any relation to Adam Blake?" Her voice is so smooth, it sounds so hot!
I was never on TV. How do people make the connection so fast? I must have a weird look on my face; cause Dean is chuckling at me. I close my mouth and look at them, "yes, I am. He's my father." Remembering I have to finish with the grocery, I tell them.
"I have to finish organizing the rest of the items. Go to your room and settle down. I will call you once I finish." I turn around just as Dean say, "Wait, we haven't introduced you to our friend. And we don't know where our rooms are at." Oh my! Such a husky voice, he can tell me what to do anytime.
I clear my head of my dirty thoughts and spin around to see the other person he mentioned. I nod my head at the unknown person. "Hello, nice to meet you; I'm Mark. I use He/ They pronounce." Mark finishes, they seem to be a little nervous. They reach a hand for a shake, but I just look at it. "The pleasure is all mine! I use she/ her pronounce, and I don't do touch," I say with a little smile on my face.
He returns a grin, and I go back to the kitchen. As I arrange everything in place, I think about our encounter earlier. Seems as Dean and Victoria are accepting of the fact that Mark is using non-traditional pronounces. It makes me happy to know they are not anti to it.
Thinking about the twins brings out the dirty thoughts. The way they talk, the way they walk. The way I couldn't care less if the whole world will see me, get railed by them. The way Dean will pound from behind me as I eat Victoria's pussy out. Or me on all four with Victoria eating me out as I suck Dean's cock; I wonder how big is it. I feel my pussy clench at my thoughts just as a throat clear sounds.
Turing red from embarrassment, I see Victoria smirking at me. An amused expression sits on her face, and her eyes gleam with mischief. She comes closer to me, and I walk backwards. I try to put as much distance between us, but I hit the counter. I gulp, feeling her hot breath on my face. She lifts my chin up and looks me straight in the eyes.
"Tell me, pequeño, do I make you nervous?" She whispers in my ear, licking it at the end. I take a sharp breath, feeling my panties getting wetter. I feel her hot breath trickle down my neck sensationally. I almost moan. Feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks, I say breathlessly, "n-no, you do not."
(Little one)
I try to sound as brave as I can. She chuckles darkly before backing away. Suddenly I feel cold. I stand there, not knowing how to react. My breathing is shallow, and I feel my pussy clench and drip. She smirks at me knowingly as if she knows exactly what's happening and asks, "do you have water bottles?"
Huh? She left me like this and have the audacity to ask about water? Feeling unable to speak, I point to the fridge and nod. If I talk, I might say or do things I will regret forever.
She opens the fridge and bends to take the bottles. Her ass perks up, making it look round and the perfect position for a slap. "Do it!" As tempted as I am, I won't. If I do that, I will be mortified to show my face. Victoria gets back up and looks over me; she ranks her eyes up and down and strolls away.
I feel able to breathe again, and I put the last of the thing away; before going to take a cold shower.
