The Moon's Lover

12

Third PoV

Artemis moaned when she felt Percy's hard-on pressing against her core.

Percy stumbled back to their bed, discarding both their shirts.

Artemis gasped, a moan escaping her lips as her lover's lips caressed the sensitive skin of her neck.

Percy's lips traced lower and lower, leaving a trail of fiery pleasure in their wake.

He unclasped her bra, discarding it as the god began to attack his lover's chest once more.

Artemis gasped and moaned, grasping at the sheets as her husband kissed, sucked, licked, and bit.

Percy fondled her breast, toying with her nipple. His hand slid down the flat stomach of the goddess, unbuttoning, unzipping, and finally tugging off the garment.

Artemis grabbed her lover's hands, which were intruding her panties.

The moon goddess rolled so she was on top, then began to work at the god's pants.

Percy stepped out of his garments, standing bare in front of his lustful wife.

Artemis moaned as she was pushed down on her back and whimpered as her panties were torn off.

The moon goddess gasped, arching her back as her lover thrust a finger inside her.

Her walls clamped almost instantaneously, and she came all over his fingers.

Percy grinned and began to whisper naughty things in her ear.

The god's fingers found her clit, and he rolled the nerve bundle between them.

The moon goddess gasped, having never felt such stimulation before.

Moans of ecstasy from her became commonplace as the moon's lover made her cum repeatedly.

After some period of time, Percy looked down to see how his lover was holding out.

Artemis moaned softly, her thighs trembling from exhaustion.

Percy snapped his fingers, doing the usual clean-up.

Artemis snuggled into her lover's chest, passing out from exhaustion.

Percy kissed the top of her head, holding her tight as he drifted off.

Percy PoV

I woke up in the morning with a great big grin plastered on my face.

I rolled over, atop my wife, and began to kiss her.

Artemis moaned, wrapping around me.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she blushed deeply.

"Good morning, Arty. Happy birthday," I pecked her lips again.

"Good morning, Percy," she whispered against my lips.

"What would you like to do today, birthday girl?" I asked.

"First, never call me birthday girl. Second, food," she spoke decidedly.

I kissed her forehead. "Good choice."

She yelped as I lifted her off her feet, carrying her to the dining room.

After we demolished breakfast, my wife snuggled into one of my bear hugs, and I carried her back to bed.

Artemis straddled my waist, biting her lip to suppress a smile.

"Percy," she mumbled. "I was wondering a few things."