Pertemis One-Shots

M- 26

Percy PoV

I summoned Artemis to my room, smiling as the naked goddess walked into my room.

"How may I serve you today, master?" She asked.

"Come here," I ordered gruffly. She walked toward the bed, crawling toward me on her hands and knees once on it.

Artemis stopped, taking my cock into her mouth.

I groaned, leaning back as her head bobbed up and down on my dick.

After several minutes, I felt my balls tighten, and I groaned loudly as I shot my load down her throat.

Artemis crawled up so she was straddling my waist, her hands on my chest.

"How else may I serve you, master?" The goddess asked.

She inhaled sharply when I rolled over, holding her hands loosely above her head.

I brought my lips to her ear. "You and the other girls are so often the ones giving pleasure. Have you ever been the receiver?"

Artemis bit her lip, looking away.

"Look at me," I ordered softly.

The goddess released her lip from between her teeth and swallowed hard before making eye contact.

I pressed my lips to hers. No tongue, no movement. Just contact.

I sat up, rolling my shoulders as the ending bell rang throughout the compound.

Before leaving, Artemis hugged me. "Thank you."

"For what?" I asked.

"Treating me like something other than a piece of meat," she responded, walking out of the room.

I was awoken the next morning by shouting from the girls' room.

I groaned and threw on a pair of sweatpants before heading over.

One of the other soldiers was making like he was going to hit Artemis, and by the looks of it, it wouldn't be his first strike.

I caught the soldier's hand and threw him out of the room, turning to Artemis.

I brought her back to my room, making sure to lock the door.

Artemis accepted the robe and the ice packet, sitting down on the bed.

"How many times did he hit you?" I asked.

"Seventeen," she murmured.

"If anyone hurts you, you can tell me. Okay?" I asked.

Artemis nodded.

I brought her a flask of nectar, tossing the ice pack back in the freezer.

Artemis thanked me, kissing my cheek.

She shed her robe, crawling into my lap.

"Artemis, are you still a virgin?" I asked on a whim.

Artemis nodded. "They never get there. I always stall."

I kissed her again.

Artemis closed her eyes, allowing me to keep kissing her.

"Could I make love to you?" I asked.

"I have to do as you wish," Artemis responded.

"Do you want me to make love to you?" I rephrased.

"Yes," she whispered.

I kissed her softly before trailing down her neck.

Her moans crescendoed as my finger traced along her lower lips.

She was soaking wet.

I pressed my lips back to hers as I slowly thrust into her.

I woke up in the morning with Artemis asleep on my chest.

She woke shortly after, blushing deeply. "I'm so sorry, I should have gone back."

I pulled Artemis closer as she went to get up and leave.

"Stay," I whispered.

"I'm supposed to-" she was silenced by my finger on her lips.

"I'm a general. You answer to me above the other soldiers," I explained.

"Why do you want me to stay?" She asked quietly.

"Because I liked waking up with you next to me," I replied. "And I don't think you should get beaten again."

Artemis kissed my cheek. "Especially not on your birthday," I added.

She laid back down, resting her head back on my chest and closing her head.

I smiled, a hand rested on her back.

After Artemis decided she could no longer sleep in, she sat up, as though waiting for orders.

I kissed her nose. "Why don't you get dressed? Properly fitting clothes should be in the top drawer."

When she looked at me like I was crazy, I sighed. "Would you rather run around the mortal world naked?"

Artemis's eyes widened and she got up, scrambling toward the dresser, then the bathroom.

I got dressed and grabbed a couple of hoodies.

Artemis, as expected, took one of them.

She kissed my cheek. "Thank you."

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Something normal," Artemis replied.

So we ate lunch, then watched a movie.

Then we went to the amusement park.

At the end of the day, we headed back to my room.

I handed Artemis an envelope.

She opened it. "I don't understand." "Transfer consent forms. If you sign it, you're mine, not the whole of the army's," I explained.

Artemis grabbed the pen from the table and scribbled her signature.

I snapped my fingers, the paper gone, her stuff appearing.

Artemis was a very happy lady that night.