A Palpable Hit!

No. No. No. Not again she was here again. She thrashed about and cried, but couldn’t move. It was the dream of her stuck in the locker again, she hated it. Still hated the ones who did this to her. As she was about to give in to despair, a long dream of nothingness, being trapped in that confined space again she noticed something new.

That sounded like... ocean waves? She tried to peak through the slots on the locker. She smelled salt. She was in a locker on a beech? Truly her subconscious had a sense of humor. It gave her a prison with a view, sorta. She could make out waves... maybe not an ocean. But definitely a sea She could make out about a half dozen rocky little islands in the far distance. It was early morning, and the sun reflected off of the water, it’s was pretty. But why this? Was this mercy or cruelty? Then she heard just barely over the sound of the waves... footsteps in the sand?

“Mmmphpmmpmh!” Said the blue metal box as it began to shake desperately.

Well. This looks promising. Diana had been looking over this woman’s odd dream for some time before she spotted this distinctly out-of-place box. She must be inside. She opened the door only to be almost violently hugged by a young woman with fiery red hair.

Jayne clung to the olive-skinned woman tightly, “thank you, thank you, thank you, I hate it in there, I don’t even know who you are, or why you’re here in my dream, or why we’re on a beech. I just don’t want to be in there again.” Jayne shook.

This was very definitely her... the girl was a mixture of terrified and grateful. Diana hugged her back. She’d seen this sort of gratitude before. Usually the survivors of some sort of trauma. “Sss, na eísai íremos paidí mou... eímai edó gia séna.” she ran a hand through her thick curly hair and gently rubbed her back.

After a while of the stranger's gentle ministration, she began to calm down, “I’m sorry... I don’t understand. You’re trying to calm me down... I think?” Jayne had a look at the woman now, her short curly hair, muscular be very attractive. She recognized what she was wearing. A short white doric chiton with a Greek key pattern threaded around the bottom, where the cloth stopped, about mid-thigh. Those were definitely Greek or Roman sandals... Jayne wasn’t sure which. “You’re Greek, right?”

The Goddess smiled. This one caught on fast, she nodded. “Ártemis í Ntaïána.”

“Artemis! I recognize that name. She was always my favorite of the Greek goddess, beautiful, powerful, she wanted no men, hung out with nymphs all the time,” she giggled. “She always made me want to learn to shoot a bow and arrow... But at least before I had muscle I could only handle a 21lb draw... and I couldn’t string the bow at all to save my life.”

Olympus, preserve her. “Och óchi. Aftó tha eínai kakó...” she had a look of apprehension.

“I don’t follow... so I didn’t understand. Artemis is your name? That’s pretty cool to be named after a goddess. I was named Jayne because my parents didn’t know if I wanted to be a boy or girl I guess,” then it hit her. She looked down. “Oh. Of course, I’m naked.”

She laughed slightly at the poor girl’s embarrassment, but this language barrier was going to be an issue,

Jayne wasn’t sure what the woman wanted for a moment until she gently passed fingertips over her eyes. She nodded and closed them. Then she felt her lips pressed into a kiss, she melted into the affection. This dream wasn’t so bad after all. “Mmmh, it would be an amazing dream to actually be rescued by THE Artemis? You know you look a lot like her.”

Artemis laughed, “I’ve gotten so used to everyone calling me Diana by now. Thank you. You’re quite the flatterer. You can open your eyes now by the way."

Jayne’s mental gymnast just wound up on the floor in pain. She opened her eyes and looked around. Only to realize they were now at an old target range. Emphasis on the old. Like. 200 BCE old. There were round straw targets suspended on the three legs, potato sack-style human-shaped targets. A wall of hay behind everything for catching arrows. It looked like the bows and arrows as well as slings and javelins were kept inside and dry in the nearby building.

“Uhm... Miss. I have questions.” Jayne squeaked.

Artemis shrugged, “time is malleable in a dream. Sure. One at a time,” she went to grab a basket of javelins and move them to the yard.

“I can suddenly understand you from kissing you, and we appear to be teleported to a range. Did I misunderstand you? You’re not just called Artemis. You are THE Artemis?”

“You were pretty fast on picking up that Greek... but yes. One and the only. Goddess of the Hunt, Moonlight, Protector of Women and Children, the Chaste... although I seem to have adopted some modern sensibilities about the last one. Alright because you want answers and I want you to progress. I’m going to show you how to throw a javelin, work on your form. Then after that, I’ll answer a question every time you hit a target.”

Biting her lip staring in awe. This was a really cool dream, Artemis herself was teaching her how to throw a javelin! She watched the goddess pick one out of the barrel and threw it, burying the weapon inside one of the strawmen targets. She followed next, picking one out of the barrel, and trying her best to imitate the goddess’ technique, she over hands the javelin at the target roughly 15 meters away. It went about five meters off to the left. Jayne needed more practice. Surprisingly her dream was so consistent she wasn’t it wasn’t cutting scenes to something weird.

Three dozen javelins later...

“Child, please stop. Here let me try to show it to you slower.” She handed a new javelin to Jayne and stood behind her pressing her body against Jayne’s. They weren’t too dissimilar a height. The pair practically melded together. Limb pressed to limb, Artemis slowly walked Jayne through the motions. They repeated this awkward slow dance several times until the pair were sharing a fairly rapid breath and flushed cheeks. Artemis noticed how sweet the girl smelled, that thick, soft red mane pressed against her. The freckles were adorable on her. Finally, she backed off, “okay. Try again.”

Right foot, left foot, back straight, arm back right foot, throw, release. Jayne’s javelin sailed true through the air and with a crack it struck the target dummy through the head and penetrated into the wood that held it upright. Jayne raised her arms triumphantly and squealed, jumping up and down.

Artemis clapped, she had to admit the sight of the redhead bouncing nude... that firm heart-shaped butt she’d been pressed up against just moments ago jiggling softly, her young perky tits bouncing... and a very erect cock bobbing between her legs. “So... what’s your first question?”

Jayne looked at the goddess and her predatory eyes that reflected light oh so interestingly in the sunlight at this hour. Jayne was not thinking with her head. Dream or not... here was a chance to lie with a figure she’d idolized as a child. If she was ever going to be impertinent and brash, now was the time. She walked over and grabbed Artemis by her chiton and kissed her needily. Her cock pressed against the huntress.

When the kiss broke they were both panting. It irritated Artemis... how can this mortal be so infatuating? She held back, but everything in her body wanted to claim this girl as her own now. “That wasn’t a question... but I’ll let that slide” she grinned.

Okay, Jayne. You’ve only got one shot at this. Done fuck it up, “Forgive me, but if I don't ask now, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to. If I could take to a place where your oath didn’t apply so long as you were in it, would you fuck me?” She bit her lip. Prepared to be slapped to have a storm of arrows fall on her.

The goddess stood there slackjawed before a rueful laugh took her. “My but you ARE bold, aren’t you? That’s cute, but that’s impossible. Hah... yes. Yes, I would, Jayne.”

“Hold on tight,” she wrapped her arms around the Goddess and willed her permission to enter, and somehow closing her eyes in a heartbeat the pair stood in the Eye of the Storm. It was still barren save for a hut in the distance where Quelana was staying. The fire, lightning, wind, and rain still raged outside the edges. “In this place, I am Sovereign...” ‘How the fuck do I do this?’ she asked herself. “I decree that while in my realm, Artemis’ oath on the river Styx is null and void. Anything she loses here shall not be so upon her exit from my realm!” Jayne shouted at the sky... and the sky shouted back. Not in so many words.

Artemis was again amazed by this mortal... she had a realm? A pocket dimension? She watched as the girl shouted to the sky and then the world bent to her will. Lighting flashed across the sky bright enough to turn night into day... even her father would be jealous. Thunder boomed loud enough it would leave mosts’ ears ringing. Of course, she was a goddess but... Still, that was pretty damn loud. Then she felt it. It was like a chain lifted from her. The girl could break a divine oath while in her domain... it felt as if reality had just broken around her. Her heart pounded, she cupped Jayne’s face in her hands and marveled at this emerald-eyed, absolutely impossible creature. “What are you?” she asked with reverence in her voice.

“I’m the lucky girl about to make love to a goddess... if she still wants it.” Jayne smiled, her eyes twinkled in with equal parts hope and mischievousness.

The huntress smiled as if at long last she had found her most elusive prey... “I’ll try not to break you.”

Jayne had made love and technically had sex twice. Once being a threesome. Then the was the raw need and desire from Maria in the bathroom that one time. It was a limited experience to whet a sexual palette, but nothing could have prepared her for an actual goddess who had never gotten dicked in several thousand years.

She would make Artemis cum, and she’d whisper, “again...” they would switch positions continue to fuck furiously, passionately, she would cum, “again...” with more need and desire. Jayne would have a brief reprieve by fucking her from behind... somewhere in her mental haze. Something devious clicked. It might not even work on a goddess. But she used her shape flesh to restore her fertility and then some. Though this was still a projection... the thought of knocking up a goddess was... divine. Literally?

“That’s it mortal, pound me! FUCK me, FUCK ME FUCK I’m COMING...” this time so did Jayne. Artemis felt the mortal’s hot seed flooding her womb, her cock pulsed again and again, and the goddess would milk her for all she worth.

When Artemis was done with that orgasm, she felt Jayne still hard inside of her... “again.”

Jayne wasn’t even sure what happened but found herself on her back with her divine lover riding her cock, it was a fantastic view of her ass. She grabbed the goddess by the hips, and briefly considered if death by snu-snu was an actual thing. The goddess rode her like a steppe horse, and Jayne did her best to thrust up into her, orgasm rocked them both once more, they were both breathing raggedly. Jayne had dumped even more seed into the goddess she admired, and that goddess panting wild on her dick.

“...again.” Artemis turned around to look at her mortal lover in the eyes while she bounced up and down on her cock. “....fuck me... Fuck me... “ the goddess was almost feral at this point. Her fingers dug into Jayne’s shoulders as the two slapped wet and weary flesh into one another.

The redhead may have been sustained by her realm. But trying to sate the sexual appetite of a goddess was taking its toll on her body and mind. She arched her knees for leverage and began to thrust as hard and as passionately as she could into Artemis, she felt her coming again, and so was she... her cock was being milked by the huntress’ powerful muscles as she flooded her again. This load felt even bigger, what the hell?

Then there was quiet. Artemis was either passed out or sated to the point she was dead to the world for the moment. Jayne too barely felt conscious but had never felt so alive in her life. This was her world. She was Sovereign over this, admittedly small, but powerful little slice of nowhere. She was laying with a goddess... who deserved better than just the ground. She briefly imagined a pavilion of sorts the exterior blocked off by vividly colored curtains and the interior stocked with large pillows everywhere...and she found that her domain complied with her. She and the goddess were now in post divine sex haze laying on some of the most comfortable pillows made from the most lustrous fabrics she could imagine.

All was well with this world now. They were within a pocket dimension, realm domain, what have you, within a dream. Time moved very slowly here. Jayne cuddled an actual goddess. Even if this was some lucid dream. It was a good fucking dream. So tired now though. She was afraid to sleep... would she wake up and this dream be over? Fears aside, having been ridden hard by a goddess took its toll on Jayne’s body and she fell asleep next to her divine lover.

Her sleep was dreamless, and when she awoke her eyes fluttered open. She was still on those pillows and was being cuddled by a very content-looking goddess. Artemis was watching her and twirling a finger through her red hair. She was delighted but somewhat confused. “Is this... not a dream?”

The goddess laughed softly, “oh it’s a dream alright. But you’re not dreaming.” She leaned in and kissed her lips, savoring the young woman’s taste. “I have known many women, lovers, over a long, long time, and yet your kisses might be the most amazing I’ve experienced. Your touch excites me in ways I don’t understand. Honestly, I don’t think it’s entirely natural. But I am content with it.”

Jayne blushed and giggled, “that really is high praise... but if this isn’t a dream. Okay. Why is... I mean... why are-”

“Why are you being visited by a Goddess in your sleep?” she helped the redhead to ask.

Nodding, “yes... that... Sorry... I think I’m extra flustered now.”

Artemis laughed again, “don’t be sorry. It’s cute. You literally just fucked a goddess and NOW you’re blushing,” she couldn’t help but giggle. “You see... your little girlfriend, that you’re asleep next to, with your dick in her? I’m the patron of her order... I mean they just know me as the Lady of the Moon, but that is my domain.”

That made a surprising amount of sense... the Darkmoon. There were no more worshipers of Hellenic deities. No cults to the old gods like Artemis. In a sense it was simply rebranding, “I guess Christianity really did a number on you all, huh?” she asked with a frown.

“Yeah... it was bad. It’s somewhat Ironic that your girlfriend, one of my champions, has also been raised Catholic,” she grinned, “but I think you’re doing an excellent job getting through to her.”

Jayne paused, “there exists a great theological quagmire there, I think it best I not enter. For the moment I just want to accept that this is happening, and not question it.”

The goddess smiled broadly and laughed again, “you have no idea. That’s a wise decision.”

“So... the way I think this works... when you leave here, as far as anyone is concerned your oath will still be intact as well as your maidenhood. But uh... for my general safety, should I worry about your family?” she asked nervously.

“Well. I have no plans to introduce you to mom and dad if that’s what you’re asking. Dad would just try to fuck you. Or turn into a woman and try to get fucked by you. He’s pretty chill about a bit of weirdness. My brother might be suspicious but with my oath intact...” she smiles, “Let me just say, I’ll pin him to a wall with arrows before I let him so much as give you sunburn,” giggling softly, “yes it’s a very interesting family. My oath keeps me out of most of the weird bullshit. I suppose you might draw the attention of others... they’ll view you as a curiosity. You’re protected as a champion.”

She blinked, “you mentioned Maria was your champion. Does that mean I am too?”

“Oh goodness, if you weren’t claimed already I’d probably keep you in my personal realm... “ she grinned. “Watch you ‘frolic’ with the nymphs and dryads."

“That doesn’t sound like a bad fate... but if not you, then who?” a genuine curiosity in her voice, she was still mystified by all this. Given all she’s learned over the past couple of days, that the old gods are real, wasn’t that big a surprise. But the fact she’d drawn the attention of her favorite, and ways laying with her now post-coitus, well that’s something else.

Artemis smirked, “your deity isn’t from around here... she was a curiosity to us as well. I came to know her quite well,” that last bit was unmistakably dripping with innuendo. “I won't tell you who she is, that’s something I’ll leave to her. Appropriately, you are a curious mortal so too is your patron deity. I don’t know how she’s gifted you, but you are just...” she shakes her head. “Impossible. In the best of ways.”

“I’ll take that as the highest of compliments then, thank you,” she smiled, “so will I get to meet her... or is my goddess shy?:

“Shy!?” Artemis burst out into laugher.

“I’ll take that as a no, she’s not shy then...”

After several more seconds of uncontrollable giggling from Artemis, which was quite adorable, “oh goodness. Yes. No, she’s not shy. I imagine soon. She is actually hanging out with my nymphs and meeting your girlfriend. I don’t think she properly introduced herself though, it wouldn’t be fair because you don’t even know her name yet,” she smiles coyly. “But you’ve already seen her likeness.”

“Right... I uh... I should be honest with her by the way. About... us.”

Artemis smiled and was silent a moment, ever thoughtful. “Listen... she already knows about your appetite. If you had the opportunity to fuck a goddess and you didn’t take it, I think she’d actually be a little disappointed. Let alone the patron goddess of her order. Just keep it down low, I completely understand you have bragging rights until the end of time,” she actually blushes at that, “but yeah you don’t want to draw too much attention to yourself, and trying to deal with my brother would be a headache.”

“I see, thank you. You are every bit as amazing as I imagined you, if not more,” Jayne said with a smitten grin.

“Flattery may get you some places, but don’t go thinking that just because... you secretly deflowed the maiden goddess and gave her several mindblowing orgasms, as a mere mortal, will get you out of practicing your skills.” she winked.

“Er, practice?” Jayne had completely and understandably forgotten about javelins.

“Yes... you one target. Once. Well after three dozen attempts... I was just going to teach you how to chuck a javelin,” she looks thoughtful with a bit of mischief in her eyes, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to teach you to properly use a bow, string it, care for it. Maybe teach you some hunting techniques. Of course... that would mean spending more time together, so I completely und-”

“I am very much your eager pupil!” Jayne interrupted happily

Artemis grinned and winked, “good. But also, you say that now. Wait until I have you trying to draw 120lb plus draw weight bows.”

“There are worse ways to die...” Jayne said. She was a little nervous about what kind of training regiment this goddess might implement on her.

“Oh... speaking of which.” she looked at Jayne sternly, “don’t you dare go and fucking die anytime soon, okay? You mortals have a bad habit of doing that and I’m growing really very fond of you.”

“I’m assuming even in death, I would not escape your rebuke,” Jayne laughed nervously. “I’ll make ‘not dying’ pretty high up on my priorities list then.”

“You’re absolutely correct...”

“I’d ask how the afterlife works now... but no. That’s another... just no. What about... why did you show up in my dream, which I’m really quite thankful for pulling me out of the nightmare, and suddenly start teaching me how to toss a javelin?”

“Well... you see, I lost a bet,” she grins, “it was a fun one anyway... I didn’t think my champion would give over her maidenhood so quickly. Your goddess bet that you would take Maria’s virginity before the end of the day... So I promised if I lost I’d give you a gift.”

Jayne considered the gods really must be capricious and fickle at times to bet on such things... but then again. That feels like something she’d do... Maybe it was her own goddess’ influence. Or maybe they were brought together by similarities like that. Something occurred to Jayne and she giggled.

“Mh? Care to share?” the huntress quirked an eyebrow.

“Sure...” she started, blushing, “closest I’ve come to being with an ‘older woman’ was Cecilia in a shared dream, until now.” she half hid her face behind a pillow, green eyes peeking over it.

Artemis chuckled and rolled over on top of Jayne, “yes... well, I suppose it is a goddess’ prerogative to take advantage of cute little mortals like you.” she leaned down and purred in her ear, “does that appeal to you, Jayne? You want to be claimed by a powerful woman?”

Jayne caught her heart just shy of leaving her ribcage as she melted under her idol. “If it’s you...” she squeaked

“By Olympus... you’re adorable,” the goddess half sighed. “I’m not quite sure what you are... a submissive soul is not one of them.” she smiled and kissed the redhead’s forehead, running her fingers through her hair. “You just seek to be loved and cared for, not dominated. Security, not submission.”

Biting her lower lip, Jayne carefully considered her words, “you’re not wrong...”

Sitting up on her knees and putting her hand on her hips, “I’m a goddess, of course, I’m right,” both of them giggled. “Come on... you’ve got to take us back to that dream with the practice field.”

Looking thoughtful a moment. Jayne remembered more or less the exact layout of the simple range, complete with the storage building. “No I don’t...” she smiled a much too clever grin.

“What? What do you mean?” Artemis asked confused, afraid she knew where this was going.

“Look outside,” Jayne whispered as if she were afraid to scare something off.

With some reluctance, the goddess climbed off of Jayne and walked to the edge of their pillow-pavilion, and pushed open the curtain. “Eísai adýnaton...”

“I didn’t quite catch that,” Jayne said following the goddess as inspected the newly-formed practice range.

“Oh, you will.” she laughed.

The pair renewed her training. Artemis worked the girl hard in drills, sprinting, and throwing. Eventually graduating to make Jayne dodge some javelins she threw for distraction mostly... She got more aggressive with her tosses, making the redhead weave past them before she could reach and throw her own javelin at a target. A nagging part of Artemis wondered if she’d even be able to hit Jayne if she was trying seriously.

Feeling like that’s the most she could teach on throwing pointy sticks with just a range, she ended their session before they began Jayne’s next lesson. However, rather than let the redhead rest, Artemis bent over a low wall, hiked up her chiton, presenting herself to Jayne while giving a mischievous look over her shoulder.

The two rutted like rabbits all over the range until they would both pass out, waking up Artemis started her next lesson. Truly a teacher that knew how to reward her pupil.

When it came down to it, a javelin was a short spear. It wasn’t designed for a pitted melee battle, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be lethal. She would train Jayne in proper footing and thrusting techniques. Not an innuendo... although there was plenty of that. The area reeked of sex. When she thought Jayne had a good grasp of two-handed techniques, she taught her both overhead and under thrusts with a single hand in case she ever need to hold something else or carry a shield. When Jayne had a grasp on that she began to spar with her. Taking it easy to begin with. Jayne still ate sand, over and over. At one point Artemis became worried she would grow discouraged, but she kept on.

Time was indeed weird here. They’d been at it for hours. Days maybe? Every time Jayne went down she’d get back up and try a different approach. But with each attempt, every time she fell. Every time she got back up. She was learning. From a goddess.

Approximatly twelve days later

The sun had risen twelve times now. It was easier to count the days than Jayne’s attempts. However, Artemis felt a little proud inside. She was actually having to put some effort in now. Not much. But Jayne had shown marked improvement. She was mixing charges, lunges, sidelong jabs, sweeps, using her feet, and had even been feinting a few times...Huh. She hadn’t taught her that yet. Clever.

Jayne had become a woman possessed. Even with this place sustaining her, there was mental fatigue. She felt as though she were mad. A singular purpose. She knew she couldn’t beat a goddess. But by now she felt like she could take on easily a half dozen or more mortals. No, it wasn’t about beating Artemis. It was a small victory she wanted. There it was. A double feint. No. Not something anyone should be able to do. It would be complete bullshit, which she knew she was capable of. The question was, would Artemis be fast enough to counter this?

Artemis’s heart was beating faster now... not from exhaustion. It was Jayne again. Sure it was just sparring and teaching... but she hadn’t had a fight this long in forever, and Jayne was going far beyond what a mere mortal should thanks to this place no doubt. But her persistence, her determination. She tried not to squeeze her legs as she parried another attack. She felt moisture trickle down her inner thigh. It was hard to ignore Jayne’s own arousal too. Her dick was rock hard, and probably uncomfortable for her as it bobbed and swung in all this fighting... and her balls had to be full of days worth of cum now begging for release. She unconsciously licked her lips. There’s something about this young woman, was this her power? Could she turn all women into wanton sluts with her not even realizing it? Or were these feelings all her own and it merely took Jayne to awaken them? That was extremely powerful if it could affect a goddess, given she had been sexually repressed from getting dick for thousands of years and now this young woman was the only one who could give it to her. She imagined that could be affecting her thinking. Maybe she was the outlier. What if she met other goddesses? One of her more noble sisters... Aphrodite would fuck anything so that’s not a good point of reference. Why was she thinking about this when she should be- RIIIIIIIIPP

Jayne had somehow done it. Running towards Artemis from her left and leaping at her for an overhead stab fast enough to make her move, as she did she tossed her javelin in mid-air where she thought the goddess would be and she had a fraction of a second she willed the javelin’s angle to change in midflight, Artemis was just fast enough to dodge it. But Artemis had not been the target. The javelin had caught the back left strap of her chiton, ripping through it and pinning it behind so that as the goddess gracefully moved out of the way, she just about tore her dress in half. Jayne had hit... it was a palpable hit.

It took longer than she’d like to admit to process what just happened. She was sure she moved out of the way of that javelin. Its trajectory took it away from her... yet now her left shoulder and breast were bare, half her outfit pinned to the ground. Jayne was now laying on the ground with a stupidly happy smile on her face, looking up at the sky. She was practically glowing from that accomplishment, as radiant as a post-orgasm glow.

She broke out into mad giggles, yes. There was definitely that mental fatigue again but she was also happy. Days of eating sand again, and again and again. Her every attack parried, dodged, or simply missed, and she finally managed to tear Artemis’ clothes. She wasn’t really sure what she was trying to do. But it felt like if her intentions were to hit the goddess herself they failed every time. Maybe it was a subconscious desire not to hurt her? But that wasn’t it real, was it? She knew these javelins couldn’t really hurt a goddess even if she had connected with a blow. Whereas she knew Artemis was pulling a few hits to not simply destroy her.

Sure. She was distracted thinking about Jayne’s cum... and the possibility of maybe her sister Athena getting bent over a low wall and utterly destroyed by this girl... but. “You did something, didn’t you?” To her, that was the only thing that made sense. Thousands of years of observing projectiles, she could visually trajectories almost immediately.

Though all her giggles, she turned her head, and smiled, “yes. Forgive me, I’m not laughing at you, I’m just happy.”

Artemis threw down her javelin and pulled the other shoulder of her chiton off, letting the tattered dress hit the ground leaving her naked. She went to sit by Jayne as curious as the goddess was the girl’s smile and laughter was infectious. Soon they were both laughing laying on the ground next to one another in the buff. Finally managing to regain some composure... “So... what did you do?”

Jayne, still smiling brightly, rolled over on her side so she pressed her body against the goddess, who instinctively wrapped her arm around the mortal. “I don’t really understand how... But it was like a double feint, I knew you’d dodge my leaping attack. I knew you’d dodge my throw where it was going. So... I changed where it was going, in a split second after I knew you’d assumed you’d already dodged it.”

“You can actually alter the path of something throw?” Artemis said, more impressed than surprised. She had an enchanted bow somewhere that could do that but this mortal just willed a normal javelin... Huh.

“I... I guess. I don’t know how I planned for it. But at the end, it was like I saw down the length of the weapon and was able to push it a little bit more left. Honestly feels like complete bullshit but it just popped into my mind. Now, I find myself asking could I have done that all along?” she laid her head on Artemi’s chest. “Thanks for putting up with me... I know we’ve been in here... well days, and I’ve been doing this non-stop. Maybe I went a little crazy. I feel like I can sure fight other mortals now though.”

Artemis grinned at her, “Jayne, you’re gonna destroy them,” she laughed. “No need to apologize either. That was the most fun I’ve had since... Well since we’ve last fucked, and the fact I can compare it at all to getting fucked by you, says something.”

The redhead blushed and giggled, “would you let me try something? I’ve never done it before, and I’d kinda like the practice...” she bit her bottom lip and gave Artemis big pools of emerald to gaze into.

“Yes... I’d ask what you’d like to try. But... surprise me.” she smiled and closed her eyes, trusting the girl.

Jayne took a deep breath, pulling her hair back she crawled between Artemis’ legs and lowered her mouth down to her privates. Honestly, she felt as if this was supposed to be gross, but that wasn't stopping her. They’d been days without a shower, but they never seemed to sweat while here... there was however still the distinct odor of their combined fluids. It was heavy and musky. Part of her brain wanted to recoil, fortunately for her, Jayne wasn’t really using a whole lot of her brain.

Artemis felt Jayne’s hot breath on her sex... she was mildly embarrassed, she had to be pretty rank by now. Did... did she just sniff it all in? She remained silent until she felt Jayne’s delicate hands on either side of her wet slit and open it. She shuddered when she felt Jayne’s breath again. Then the girl began kissing just the very inner part of her lips, working down one and up the other and by Olymp- “Hrrrr, cominnngg!!” she grasped the ground as she came into Jayne’s face, honestly embarrassed. Had it been because she’d been aroused so long, it just didn’t take much? But honestly, her kisses felt electric... this girl had made her cum just kissing her puss- “By Olympus...”

Jayne, now covered in liquid Artemis, giggled softly and had begun licking the inner lips of the goddess. The texture was kinda fun on her tongue. Honestly, she felt like she was supposed to be grossed out, but she was so into it instead... to add to that perversion she really could taste herself still. They were all right. She really did taste like berries. Huh. She let go of Artemis’ lips with one hand and raised it up finding her hood and pulling back ever so gently to expose the goddess’ clit to her, and wrapped her lips around it.

The goddess’ world lit up she felt Jayne’s impossible lips around her clit, then the girl slid in a finger, stroking and exploring her inner walls probing for weak spots. Artemis came again, screaming in pleasure. Why did she feel so good?! The trembling goddess looked down only to see a soaked redhead’s green eyes peering up at her from just above her mons.

With a wet smack, Jayne released the goddess’ clit and climbed up her trembling body. She smelled heavily of Artemis’ sex, and she kissed her lips lovingly, making out with her, and while she was this sensitive and on edge. The goddess came again. In an act of mercy and the fact she’d like to speak to the woman soon she stopped and cuddled up against her until she could calm down.

“I... have a secret. If I tell you, would you please... Well. Not hate me and keep my secret?” Jayne asked.

Still groaning and struggling to recover from those ridiculous orgasms, Artemis nodded. Wondering what kind of secret the girl could be so nervous about.

Tucking her head into the crook of Artemi’s neck, she spoke softly, but clearly. “I learned to alter myself. Not just here... though maybe it’s especially pronounced here. My lips... cause arousal and pleasure well beyond what they should. You may have figured that out already,” she giggled softly, “I can do the same with my hands and fingers but it’s at will, so I don’t make some poor girl cum just by helping them up off the floor or something. But the worst thing I did...My cum makes women want me more. I’m not even sure those changes are within the purview of the shape flesh spell I first learned."

Artemis laughed, “damn, talk about slipping a girl a mickey, huh? I’m kidding. Maybe I should be angry about that... but I’m clearly too far gone. Look... your lips and fingers, that’s really just making people feel good, especially your lips if you’re close enough to someone to feel comfortable kissing them. Then yeah. The hands are a little bit dubious, I guess. Morally gray. It’s not like you’re going around taking advantage of people. Hades, I mean I sure don’t feel taken advantage of. The cum... well,” she laughs, “unless you’re going around jerking it on random people, you’re just strengthening a bond you already have with someone who’s close enough to you to... uh be on the receiving end. It’s not like you made yourself habit-forming right? Though I admit I could seriously experience some withdrawal away from you for too long.” she grinned.

“Thanks. I feel better about that... I mean. Maybe asking someone who has... uh... had as much contact as you means you’re a little biased. Hell, I dunno if it even works. It’s what I tried to do though,” she relaxed a bit and thought aloud “I’m gonna need a bathhouse and someone to clean up around here soon.”

Artemis kissed her on the forehead. “You’re not wrong, and yeah. I don’t know. But you’ve surrounded yourself with good-natured people. If you ever start to go too far I think they’ll warn you. Now I should be getting back to my realm... I believe I need to collect Maria as my nymphs have rendered her a happy drooling mess from a massage. Not even the ‘fun’ kind of massage.” she laughed.

“Okay. I assume I’ll be yoinked outta here when I wake up... but I think I have permissions set so you can come and go as you please. Pun fully intended. Am I to be visited by The Ghost of Christmas Future next?”

The Goddess laughed again, “well thank you, and I’m not sure what that is... but I’m sure it’s a reference.”

“Girl. As soon as I can figure out getting media set up in here you and I will have to binge some movies.”

“Yeah, I can see the appeal of staring at a screen over crazy sex and sparing...” she said sarcastically.

“Hey! I resemble that remark,” the pair giggled.

“Okay, I’ll be watching Jayne,” Artemis winked and poofed out of this existence.

Jayne lay there, considering letting sleep take her. But she thought to make a bathhouse of sorts first... she wandered toward a more central area, thinking even Quelana might enjoy the amenities. In her mind’s eye, she pictured something along the lines of a Greco-Roman-style bathhouse with some more modern accommodations, including showers, comfy massage tables, lots of pillars, and white marble.

“Behold, a bathhouse she created, a lo. It was good,” Jayne said admiring her work. She’d have to figure out what to about cleaning staff... and if she was okay with creating creature for that, or even if she was able. So far this world let her control all aspects it seemed... so chances were fair.

Jayne had hopped into the shower, she found they came with soap and shampoo. She didn’t even think of that. Huh. After a thorough scrubbing, she wrapped herself in a towel and went towards the heated water.

“Really? I leave you alone for a little while and your banging not just any goddess, the one who swore an oath of chastity, I mean...If you stretch the definition of chaste to only mean hymen intact. I’m a little dismayed, but at the same time I applaud you for your moxie... that and maybe I’m a little jealous. But proud of you at the same time. You’re a woman who inspires a wide range of emotions, Jayne."

Jayne turned and saw a woman dressed all in black and gray. Tall black riding booting, snug-fitting gray breeches, a black form-fitting sleeveless doublet, and a white shirt with frilly cuffs coming out from under it. A black cape that came down just to her mid-back, clasped with a silver chain. She wore a black mask that covered her eyes and a tricorn hat. She looked a bit like that Mexican folk hero, The Fox, but with no eyeholes and a tricorn instead of a sombrero cordobés. Her skin was pale and flawless, with thick ruby red lips. “Uh... hi? You... minus a sword a crow look very much like a statue outside my school.”

“Good. You can remember that far back. So I’m sure you’ve got questions... I might even have answers. But I suppose I should introduce myself...”

[A/N So yeah. This chapter got away from me, I just didn't manage a good stopping point so it ended abruptly. It was also so full of smut, and self-indulged wish-fulfillment, that was surprisingly easy to write. I had started to detail some of those days of training, but it got a little ridiculous in length. When I have a chapter in mind, I want it to convey the elements I want without having to split it up. Also originally the last chapter was just supposed to flow into this one. Longer chapters mean longer proofreading and more chances for mistakes so in the future for my ever fraying sanity, to write with the idea of midpoints or something to split up a longer chapter. So on occasion when that happens, a chapter may not be as self-contained as I'd like. Also, I was late getting this out because of some RL, at least the RL stuff might serve as inspiration for a separate story, a bit of a smut romp.]