Sorry guys, no smut yet. And sorry for taking so long. Like, seriously, almost 10k views?! So much for this being a small thing.
Soon, about three hours-due to skinning, de-horning, removing and feeding unsavory bits to the wolves, cutting the meat, heating it over a fire, and other stuff-, the rest of my sisters exited the kitchen. A few plates had PB&J sandwiches, and some had different nuts and edible seeds, as well as lettuce, tomatoes, and some beans of some sort.
Not everyone in the hunt was a big fan of meat, so it made sense. In my peripheral, I saw the hand of my mistress slowly scoot towards a bowl, one that held a particularly large strawberry, about three inches long and two inches at the base. "You're only attempting to steal it now? When supper is ready? For shame, milady." I teased her. Her ivory skinned cheeks glowed yellow, the golden ichor of immortality traveling up to her beautiful face.
"They usually fix it faster. Plus, it took some energy to track and find them while making sure we didn't get too little or too much." She replied, her hand shying away from the bowl, loving how cute my lady was. Then I frowned, cursing myself for falling in such a one-sided love. She seemed to have noticed my frown, and put her index finger under my chin, lifting it up. "What's the matter, Y/N?" She asked, and I could hear the concern in her voice.
I shook my head, and turned my frown into a hastily-made smile. "Nothing, mistress. Just my tummy grumbling. Now I regret making you not eat. Makes me a hypocrite, eh?" I replied. She smiled too, though it seemed her eyes could see right through me. "Then let's dig in together." She said as two hunters, Iorda and Lisa, began passing around wooden plates of food, Iorda holding the veggies and nuts as Lisa sent around the meat.
I grabbed (fav choice), and Artemis picked off a few cubes of cooked deer, each about an inch on all sides, a squirrel leg, as well as a few pinchfuls of sunflower seeds. She looked at me and pointed at the bowl that she had tried to steal from, and I nodded... After I took the large strawberry. Artemis looked at me in horror. I smirked and held my head back, holding the strawberry over my mouth like a villain holds the loved one of a superhero over a vat of acid or something like that.
Soon, a twelve-year-old girl, with a bow much too big for her and daggers that would look like swords if she used them, was looking pleadingly at me, small silver eyes begging for me not to eat it. I sighed and closed my mouth... Around half of the berry.
Cue cute childish wail from my mistress, and I chuckled, placing the other, more juicy, half of the berry into her open mouth. Immediately, She began chewing, a look of surprise on her face. I giggled, picking her up and hugging her. I heard her gulp down the chewed mishmash of strawberry, and I heard her cute voice, "Meanie." I chuckled, and pat her back. "I gave you it... Partially." I replied.
In a flash, I was off the ground, in the arms of a twenty-two year old leader of the hunt. She sat me down on the seat beside her, and we finally began eating, my face red for almost the whole time.
A/N: If 'blush' is slang for blood rush, and blushing is blood rushing to your face, then would ichor rush be ichushing? Hmm... Doesn't roll of the tongue quite as easily, eh? Unlike your tongue rolling along Artemis'-
Artemis: Shut. Up!
Me: Why? These perverts wouldn't be reading this if they weren't in bed, hands in their pants if they weren't looking for that stuff! No offense, my lovely readers!
