The Catch Isn't Quite What You Thought...

I go over to fetch the rabbit but it wasn’t there. Instead, I see something that I was not expecting. I reach down with a perplexed expression and pick up a white silicone sex toy, a rabbit vibrator.

I hear laughter behind me. "Never seen one of those, have you?" I hear the man behind me say.

I feel myself tense in embarrassment as I turn around, "Of course I have, I don't live under a rock".

"To be fair, you don't really live anywhere at the moment." He says some of his mirth leaving his face. "When you do head back to the huntress and her attendants, It will help to have a tool to take care of your needs and theirs. While I'm most known for using a bow, these types of tools also fall within my domain."

"How... why... Why do you even care about all this?" I ask trying to track the conversation shift.

"I don't like it when the romantic impulses, mortal or otherwise are quashed. More often than not with the meddling of my peers women have borne the brunt of the harm. I want to stop that." His face darkens with momentary anger. For a fleeting moment I feel a way of heat hits the clearing. I become aware of the pressure in between my thighs and my heart speeds up. Then the man schools his expression and the warmth in my skin recedes.

"I'm sorry about my aura, holding back what I am is difficult. It's another reason for you to have the rabbit. It'll make handling my type of influence easier." He says with a degree of sheepishness.

"Do all of the gods auras affect others like that? That's so, perverted." I ask, the sudden loss of arousal somewhat jarring.

"No, all auras are different. Mine is unique in its effect." He responds. "We should make sure you also have a presentable kill in addition to your 'rabbit'" The man responds.

I notice a wild boar has entered the clearing and I move take the shot. I have some difficulty refocusing after our conservation and my aim is shaky. I almost lose my arrow by accident as I feel strong arms correct my form and a warm muscled chest presses into my back providing me support. My breathing briefly hitches as my heart hammers, his guidance having an expected effect on me after experiencing his aura. Slowly I fight back my excitement and manage to take the shot.

It is a clean shot, and I take opportunity to break from his embrace and inspect my kill. It takes some effort, but I am able to heave the boar onto my shoulders. When I gather my bow, I notice the man is gone. I start to make my way back to the Huntress’s pool with sweat running down my back from the heavy carry. I do my best not to think about the arousal that had wet my thighs as I move.