Human Paramour to Artemis

My name was Charmion, when I was born. I am a highly accomplished hunter and archer. I am also one of the few male lovers of Artemis, Goddess of the moon, the hunt, and young maidens. She has kept me alive for all this time, and now I am an Olympic athlete named Charles Mion. As a paramour to a God, I was trained by many love Gods and Goddesses in the art of lovemaking. I live in a house in the middle of a forest in Greece, tended by Artemis, and enjoyed practicing my archery with my fellow paramours. I am undefeated when going against humans and have a pretty good win-loss record against Gods. Artemis is the only God undefeated against me, but I have come close to beating her as well.

I pull back the bow-string and look down at the targets that I have set out. My almond-colored eyes focus as I let loose the arrow, splitting the shaft that is already there slightly. “Well done, Charmion.” I hear behind me. A smile forms on my face as I turn around and see my mate and another of Artemis’ paramours, Chares, or Charity as she is called now. She has olive skin and is a hand shorter than me, her brown hair set in a braid as she gets out her bow and arrows. She is only wearing a sports bra and a tight pair of shorts that looks like it could be painted on her. She sets her arrows on the ground next to her and eyes the targets. A look of determination on her face as she lets her shot loose and hits right next to my shot.

“Not bad for a starting shot,” I tell her as I take a drink of water. She frowns slightly before nocking another arrow. This one hits my shaft dead on and splits it ever so slightly. She looks over at me and smiles.

“Shall we make a friendly wager, my love?” She asks suggestively.