Artemis hated the Wolf-King Lycaon. She wanted to put her knife through his head and crotch. She wanted to make a pincushion out of him with her arrows. But somehow, Lycaon always matched her or managed to flee away—or the more horrible opinion is where the Lycaon and his pack overpowered or overnumbered her and her hunters and it saddened and grew her hatred to epic proportions when a huntress of hers died.
When a pack member of Lycaon's died, it made her face lit up with glee and it gave her delight to see Lycaon howling with misery and rage. Right now, she was hunting down a pack member of Lycaon's, laughing with delight as the wolf ran away from her and howling for its pack to help him.
Her silver eyes lit up with joy when one of her arrows hit the wolf in its hind leg, making the werewolf fall over with a moan. She came to a stop next to the werewolf, standing above him like a hunter should and started to take out her shining silver dagger making the werewolf moan in distress and shiver with fear.
She didn't give the disgusting werewolf any chance to beg or plead. She crouched down and slit his furry throat, delighting in the feel of his thick liquid splattering her hand and enjoying the moment when the life left its eyes and slumping over. Artemis stood up and walked away, leaving the werewolf's to rot.
Artemis stopped walking when she reached a clearing in the forest and sat down on a log. She placed her bow and blood-covered dagger down on the ground next to her and took a water bottle from her hip and poured water over her bloodied hands to wash it off.
"Hello Artemis," the deep voice of the werewolf king Lycaon growled.
Artemis looked up, disgust and hate corrupting her beautiful face.
"Lycaon," she spat, her hand going for her dagger.
"Hold on," Lycaon said making her stop reaching for her dagger and Lycaon walked out from behind the shadows. His tall muscled and furry body coming to stand in front of her.
Artemis thought about leaping up and driving her dagger in his chest because of how close he is. It would be so easy too, she thought but wanted to know what Lycaon wanted despite her massive hatred.
"You have a body made for fucking," Lycaon commented careless. "Those pink lips are made for sucking cock and that tight firm ass... it just demands attention, begging to be touched and your pussy... that pussy desperately needs a cock in it."
Artemis spluttered, her rage increasing to massive proportions.
"Don't deny it," Lycaon continued, walking closer to her. "You hunger for monster-cock and cum, don't you?"
Artemis' hand remained frozen near her dagger, somehow her thoughts about taking the dagger and burying it in Lycaon's chest disappeared.
Lycaon smirked and decided to go for it. He walked closer to her till his knees started to seperate her smooth thighs and making her silver skirt hike part, showing her white panties. Artemis shivered involuntarily when his furry knees tickled her thighs and her eyes widened in anger when Lycaon exposed his thick and long manhood in front of her eyes. His big sweaty balls hung in front of her and Artemis growled, taking the dagger in her hand preparing to strike the disgusting animal down.
"Drop that dagger," Lycaon warned. "Or I will tell every demigod and god about your encounter with the Minotaur and how you enjoyed it. I will even tell every monster about it and let them know that you're a slut for monster-cock."
Artemis' eyes widened in stunning shock. She thought she was alone when she was with the Minotaur and unconsciously she moaned, remembering the thick minotaur-cock.
Lycaon smiled, hearing the goddess moan made his cock twitch.
"Please don't," Artemis pleaded. Her reputation and everything would be ruined if the news of her taken by the Minotaur and enjoying it leaked to Olympus and every where else. Her hunters would hate her and leave her. She didn't want that.
