Their Time Comes to an End

Percy didn't really know how long he kept fucking Artemis for, but it was definitely not some short span of time. She was excruciatingly tight, something that was only ever increased as he continued to fuck the small woman and drive her increasingly sensitive body to climax after climax. Every time she came, a huge shudder of pleasure ran through her entire form, and her cunt clamped down on him all the more until he was left with no other option but to empty his balls right into her awaiting pussy.

That had only been the first round though. From there they had continued to rut like the beasts that Artemis usually hunted. For a time the two of them were rabbits, fucking in the midst of a sexual fugue where everything else was eliminated from their minds in favour of more pleasure and satisfaction.

It was a lifechanging experience for the both of them, and that wasn't just because it was the end of their respective virginities. For Percy this was without a doubt his Moral Event Horizon being crossed. Up until the point where he had plunged his cock into the drooling pussy of the goddess he had claimed as his own personal property, there had been the chance that he might back out, that he might turn around and decide to put Riptide away and never think about this strange ability to claim things ever again. With his entrance into her sacred slit, that chance was gone. Percy Jackson was now on a mission to at the very least never again be **** to live without this Goddess as his ever waiting cocksleeve.

And even while he plunged into her again and again and again, his mind was already alight with activity, thinking about possible other targets for him to claim, and redefining everything he thought he knew. Bianca was currently split between the Hunters and Camp Half Blood. Percy could claim her and make the decision for her, ending her dilemma and removing the stress of being **** to choose. The Aphrodite Cabin at camp was stuffed full to the brim with girls of incredible beauty that they had inherited from their mother. How about he claim the entire cabin as his own?

And that was forgetting the other gods themselves. Sure they would be significantly harder targets, but wouldn't the very ultimate test of his power be to try and claim the entire female half of the Olympian Council. Sure that would mean taking Zeus' wife Hera, but the guy was famous for sleeping around with everything that caught his eye, and if Dionysis' story about how he ended up camp director was true, he was still exactly the same now, just he had moved onto Nymphs and other women who wouldn't bear him Demigod children. He'd honestly be doing Hera a service by freeing her from him.

All of these thoughts stewed in his mind like the thick creamy loads of cum that were churning away in his balls, all awaiting the moment when they would finally be released.

Artemis however was experiencing much the same moment of self realisation even if it was dampened somewhat by Percy's rapid and constant fucking making it difficult for her to keep her thoughts straight. For a first timer he was superb in both stamina and overall technique.

For Artemis, her thoughts, between the constant internal screaming of "More! More! More!", "Harder! Please harder!" and just indeterminate screeches of pleasure, was on the fact that this was bliss. She had lived so many thousands of years without this pleasure in her life, without the feeling of a man she cared for enshrined within her body, and the feeling of the beating of his heart as it pumped blood down into his cock, which thrummed away inside of her even while it drove back and forth like a bullet train. Why had no one ever told her what Celibacy actually meant? Why had they never impressed upon her just what she was giving up when she declared herself to be an eternal virgin?

But they had hadn't they? And she had ignored them all, to caught up in the idea that she was surrounded by lecherous men who just wanted her for her body, unapologetic sluts like Aphrodite who threw their body around like a leaf in the wind, or even the goddesses she respected more like Demeter, who seemed just to be against it on the ground of it meaning Artemis would never bear a child.

She had ignored everyone who told her that choosing to be a virgin was abandoning something incredible, and now she wished she could apologise to every single one of them. She would take it all back if she could, all the snide remarks, insults to the face, and overall horrible behaviour every time the subject of her chastity was brought up. She would renounce all of it if it just meant this meeting between ****'s Pussy and Master's cock could last longer, could have happened sooner.

His cock drove into her once again, and this time Percy's animalistic lust drove him to reach out and seize the goddess' hips, dragging them up with him as he moved to a more elevated position in a crouch. The woman's body arched as her head and hands remained on the floor, but her hips were held high to enable easier access to her pliant pussy, and she wrapped her legs around his backside for good measure. And then, with the advantage of gravity being on his side, Percy gave one final goliath of a thrust down into her, and broke through right into her divine womb, letting out a great roar of both pleasure and victory as his balls pumped out their final load for the night and filled her womb with his semen.

The feeling of the wet, sticky, and most apparent of all, hot cum into the very centre of her being, the core of her existence. It triggered something within her. For all of time since her very birth, Artemis had held another domain that she was often criticised for having when she would never experience it herself. Childbirth. Why would a Virgin Goddess need such a domain?

Now though it stirred to life. Artemis's godly power sprang to life, her domain of Childbirth easily slotting into place in the top spot where once her vow of chastity had stayed, and as the two lovers, both Owner and Owned, lay beside each other on the mattress of furs, Artemis felt the first stirring of life within her womb. It was done, the egg was fertilised and planted. She could already feel that this child would be a daughter, just as she knew it should be. She also knew that the child could potentially be either God or Demigod, and in her very soul could feel her new domain calling to her, instinctively letting her know she would be able to speed up and shape the child's development.

The moon would be setting soon as Apollo raised the sun in its place. There was only a few hours before they broke camp, and Artemis stayed awake the whole time, her mind whirring away in search of a decision.