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Artemis bit her lip and closed her eyes, the feeling of her fingers digging into the flesh of her bare breast filling her with a subtle sense of pleasure that accentuated the feeling of her other hand steadily stroking her cock. Sitting back against a tree with her knees spread apart, her peplos unpinned and bunched up around her waist, the goddess had been taking her time tonight; pushing herself to the edge of climax and then pulling back to extend her pleasure. After a few such cycles she was finally ready to go all the way.
She could feel herself welling up.
Tension mounting in her navel.
Precum slick along her shaft and over her fingers.
She opened her eyes and looked down at herself, the anticipation of seeing how much she was going to spurt adding to her already pounding pulse.
Distracted by her focus in the moment, she didn’t notice the sound of someone rushing through the underbrush until it was too late. As the towering figure broke through the treeline and caught her eye, Artemis felt her blood run cold. Whatever carnal tension had been on the verge of breaking washed away in a rush of embarrassment and fear, and the goddess of the hunt scrambled to cover herself up. For a moment memories of past incidents of being spied upon unwittingly passed through her, and with them pangs of anger and humiliation. When the chaos of the moment, her surprise and shock, subsided, she let out a sigh of relief.
There stood Nemesis in the middle of the small Erebus glade, sword in hand but a look of equal shock and embarrassment upon her face as she stood dumbfounded.
“Rivers of Hell, Nem!”
Artemis closed her eyes and leaned back against the tree, trying to regain control of her frantic breathing.
“You scared me half to death.”
“I, I…”
She opened her eyes again, and saw that Nemesis had turned to look away. Her efforts to cover herself had not been entirely successful, and in any event quite clearly betrayed that she had been in the midst of a little personal time prior to the interruption. The goddess also seemed quite flustered by the situation, even more so than Artemis herself.
“It’s fine, Nem. I’m okay.”
“I didn’t… I mean I didn’t know you were here.”
“And I didn’t think I’d be found here either.”
“If I’d known, I wouldn’t have… I’d have been a bit more careful.”
If she was totally honest, Artemis would have expected Nemesis to be much more brusque and sarcastic in a situation like this; accusing her of doing things in inappropriate places and getting very defensive. Instead, this was the most conciliatory she’d seen her friend in a long time.
“Really, Nem, don’t worry about it.”
“No, no, I… I mean, you were…”
A flushed Nemesis turned to look at her again, gesturing with a hand while stumbling over her words. Artemis smirked.
“Masturbating? Yeah, I was. Very close to finishing too.”
“I’m... really sorry.”
“You didn’t interrupt me on purpose, Nem.”
“No, but I did interrupt.”
The goddess was sheepishly approaching, and Artemis had a feeling she knew where this was going.
“Artemis, I... can I…”
“Make it up to me?”
Nemesis just nodded, and even under just the light of the full moon it was clear that the goddess was blushing quite hard. The goddess of retribution couldn’t tolerate an unfairness, especially one of her own making, even if it was as awkward as this one. Artemis pondered the offer for a few moments, then nodded herself.
“If you really want to…”
“I do.”
“Then yes, you can make it up to me. I know just how, too.”
Nemesis gave her a tentative eyebrow-raise as she pushed herself to her feet. Before doing anything else, Artemis unfastened the belt that was still holding her peplos about her waist and let both fall to the ground; her bare, lithe, muscular body glimmering in the moonlight. She then proceeded to her nearby pack, and after but a moment of rifling through it produced her ever-present silver strap-on.
“You’ll need this.”
“Do you… just carry that everywhere with you now?”
“A lot more than I used to, yes. Never know when it might prove useful these days.”
Nemesis looked at her incredulously, but Artemis just grinned back and held out the harness for her friend to take. The goddess did so while driving her sword into the ground to leave it aside, and as she set about the slow process of doffing her armour Artemis stepped over to help. Soon enough the burly goddess was as naked as she was, and slipping into the harness. Artemis just leaned against the tree where she’d earlier been sitting, waiting for her friend.
“Alright, how do you-”
“You, here.”
Nemesis seemed a little taken aback by the sudden directive, Artemis gesturing to the spot in which she had been sitting earlier.
“Lean back and get comfortable.”
With a little nod Nemesis did as directed, and once she was sitting back against the tree Artemis stepped over the top of her and then dropped to her knees straddling the bigger goddess. With the right positioning, and by staying upright, Artemis was just able to get her perky mounds to face height with her friend. With one hand she scooped one up and smirked.
“Suck ‘em.”
Nemesis looked up at her, seemingly unsure what to say, but then nodded and leaned forward. Artemis bit her lip while looking down, savouring the almost shy way that her friend was approaching this; then drawing in a sharp breath at the sensation of warm, wet lips wrapping around her nipple. She let it out with a soft moan when the feeling of suction hit her, firm and intense.
“Oh, yes, Nem, like that...”
Her friend grunted softly in the affirmative, and a moment later Artemis felt the tip of the goddess’ tongue brush against her rapidly engorging nipple. By now she’d let her own hand fall away, and Nemesis had brought one up to play with the other breast; gripping it fully in her big meaty hand, digging her fingers into the supple flesh, and swirling it about while squeezing it over and over. Artemis just let her head fall back while indulging in the cavalcade of sensations. Her tits were already tender from how much she’d been playing with them earlier in the night, and now everything Nemesis was doing felt even more intense than it might have otherwise. What’s more, Artemis could feel her cock engorging again too; the tip still slick and gooey.
Soon enough Nemesis pulled her lips from the breast she’d been tending, and Artemis could feel the cool air suddenly against the saliva-soaked flesh. She elated in it while her friend shifted just so, moving her mouth to the other breast. Artemis opened her eyes and looked down just in time to see the goddess roll out her tongue, then both saw and felt as it pressed against her skin; hot and damp, leaving a trail of wetness behind as Nemesis dragged it up and over the stiff nipple. Artemis just groaned aloud, then again as Nemesis repeated the gesture from a different angle before latching her lips upon it and beginning once again to firmly suckle and tease. The first breast was not left untended either, Artemis rolling her head back and just enjoying the feeling of Nemesis’ hand gripping it and, albeit awkwardly with the relative sizes, bringing her fingertips up to tease the wet and thick nipple.
Artemis let this continue for quite a while, giving Nemesis no small amount of encouragement as the goddess swapped her mouth back and forth from breast to breast; ensuring that both were well decorated in the faint purple marks left behind by her lipstick, both were painted over with her saliva, both nipples aching tender from being tormented with tongue and teeth over and over again. When Artemis was ready to move on, she lifted a hand to her friend’s chin and gently directed her to move away. At the same time she shuffled backwards, moving almost all the way back until she was able to lower her buttocks down and lean forward; reaching out to grasp the silver shaft that protruded from her friend’s crotch.
Looking up at Nemesis she began to gently stroke it, and seeing the goddess apparently confused by the gesture Artemis leaned further forward. She turned her attention to the shaft itself, and in but a moment was slowly taking the tip into her mouth. Artemis let her lips slowly part as she went, the metal cold on her tongue but enticing all the same. She could feel the shift in Nemesis’ bearing too; one hand running up the goddess’ sculpted abs to feel the way her breath had quickened while the other steadied the silver shaft for another pass up and down. When she took a moment to glance up at her friend before her third descent, she couldn’t miss the look of entrancement on Nemesis’ face. Artemis gave her the best smirk she could with her mouth full of shaft, and then continued on her way; slowly down, slowly up, savouring the physical feeling of giving her friend head even if the phallus was made of metal and lashed to her with leather. She could feel her own cock rock hard now, and her pulse racing. Whatever disruption the earlier incident had caused to her mood it was gone now, and Artemis wanted more.
Pulling her lips from the silver shaft, and giving it a little kiss on her way back up, she slowly rose up until she was sitting again and then on to her feet. Her pack was a little far away, but contained a necessary item; the lubricating oil. She hastily retrieved it, and once she was again standing astride her friend in repose she handed it to the goddess.
“I think you know how to use this by now.”
“Y-yeah, I do.”
It seemed the show had left Nemesis remarkably flustered, a fact that Artemis would not soon forget. She now turned about and once more dropped to her knees, this time facing away from her friend but pushing her backside towards her; presenting it to be slicked up and readied. Nemesis wasted no time in obliging, and moments later Artemis was moaning softly at the feeling of cool oil being poured into her butt crack.
“Save some for the shaft too, Nem.”
An affirmative grunt in reply, and then a thick thumb pushing between her cheeks to spread the oil faster and further. The thumb quickly became a few fingers, accompanied by Nemesis’ other hand gripping one cheek and pulling it aside. Closing her eyes to focus on the feeling of her friend’s fingers teasing her pucker, Artemis leaned forward with her hands on her knees to steady herself. It never failed to get her going, and the eventual sensation of fingers pushing inside her prompted her to moan aloud. She could feel them brushing across her engorged prostate, and that in turn elicited further aroused huffs. The sensation defied words, but it certainly made her cock throb, and opening her eyes once more she noted the little rope of precum that had started leaking from her tip. Seeing herself in such a state was a turn-on in itself, and made it difficult to not want to just hop right onto the shaft in front of her; teasing her with the promise of even more intense sensations. She chewed her lip and reached back with an open hand.
“Give me the oil.”
The hand that had been gripping her cheek left it momentarily, and then pushed the remaining fluid in a bottle into her hand. In her haste to pour out the viscous liquid onto the strap-on shaft Artemis barely noticed it moving to caress her thigh, and she discarded it just as casually once it was empty; now stroking it eagerly to spread the fluid up and down, coating every inch of the metal rod as thoroughly as she could. When it seemed like there was nothing more to be gained from the endeavour, she pulled upright and looked back over her shoulder.
“Having fun back there, Nem?”
Between the movement and the teasing question Nemesis stopped her steady fingering and looked up at her, seemingly caught flat-footed as her mouth hung agape while she searched for a reply.
“If you are done, I’m ready for something a little bigger than your fingers.”
“Oh. Uh, okay.”
Artemis half-closed her eyes and let out a little gasp as her friend’s thick digits slowly withdrew from her backside, causing her to reflexively clench a few times before she started to turn around again. Once she was face-to-face with Nemesis she slowly lowered herself down, shifting and shuffling to get her backside lined up with the slick shaft. Reaching beneath herself with one hand to find and steady it, Artemis placed her free hand on her friend’s stomach to help steady herself while trying to line things up properly. She swore under her breath as it slipped around, but after a few attempts she finally got the tip where she wanted it, and while doing her best to relax she eased herself down just a bit further.
The sensation of it pushing past her sphincter made her cock throb again, and with a deep sigh she let it slide all the way in to the hilt. She could feel it pressing against her sensitive spots already, and seated firmly in Nemesis’ lap she wriggled her hips around just to tease herself with the feeling. The goddess, who had seemed unsure what to do with her hands while Artemis had mounted the strap, tentatively brought them up to softly grip her thighs. Artemis just smirked, placing both hands on Nemesis’ midsection and starting to bounce and grind.
Worked up as she was already, she was just looking for the right angle. The one that would hit her prostate just right. Not that the search wasn’t enjoyable in itself, of course. With every motion of her hips Artemis was huffing and grunting and moaning, and though it wasn’t quite the sensation she was searching for the feeling of the shaft pressing against her pucker was a pleasure in itself. It was only when she finally got it to hit her p-spot just right that she felt her mouth hang open of its own accord. She felt her cock twitch, and shifting her hips she felt driven to keep that sensation going.
“Fuck, Nem, that feels… fuck…”
She didn’t wait for any reply, just slowing her movements and contorting herself to press the shaft right into her prostate. She didn’t have words to describe it. The best she could do was to call it an intense feeling of pleasure that made her desperately want to cum, and promised that feeling if only it could be sustained. The longer she tried the more her muscles tensed up; through her thighs and her buttocks and abs, everything shuddering as she pushed herself towards a climax that she desperately, to the fibre of her being, needed. She gripped at Nemesis’ abs, her eyes half-lidded and out of focus.
Almost…
Nearly…
There!
In an instant she felt the tension break, and her cock twitch and throb. She looked down just in time to see herself spurting translucent gooey cum onto her friend’s navel and abs. The feeling rippled through her body, and before she knew it she was panting heavily. Her legs were still shaking in Nemesis’ firm grip when she finally relaxed, and took in a few deep breaths to ease herself back down from the momentary orgasmic high.
“Fuck. Wow.”
“Fuck, wow indeed.”
Artemis looked up at Nemesis, an open-mouthed grin on her face. Her friend was clearly blushing, and looked away the moment she realised what she’d said.
“Well, I think that more than makes up for the interruption, don’t you?”
“If you think so, yes.”
Nemesis didn’t look back, and leaning forward Artemis trailed one of her hands up the goddess’ stomach towards a breast.
“If I’m not mistaken though, I get the impression that you are feeling rather in need now.”
“I… I’m fine.”
“Come on, Nem. We’ve been over this before.”
A groan of protest was her only answer, but it was the sound of protest that Nemesis offered when she just didn’t want to admit her honest feelings. Stopping her touch short of the goddess breasts, and resting her hand on Nemesis’ sternum, Artemis slowly lifted her hips and let the shaft that had been resting inside her slip out. She reflexively clenched again as her pucker was suddenly relieved of tension, and then sat herself back down in her friend’s lap; letting the shaft rest against her backside.
“You deserve orgasms too, and I know you like the ones I’ve given you.”
“Artemis!”
“Ask me nicely and I’ll make you gush so hard…”
She felt Nemesis’ grip on her thighs tighten, the goddess glancing back at her with a stern glare. Artemis just continued to grin, running her fingers back down her friend’s stomach. Nemesis looked away, and her grip relaxed.
“Alright, fine. I… I want it. Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely how could I refuse?”