Artemis (smut)

The forest is quieter than usual—no distant rustle of prey, no wind cutting through the trees. Artemis stands near the edge of a clearing, bow still in hand, though it is lowered now. A successful hunt lies behind her, carefully placed and already half-forgotten. She should be leaving. She usually does. But you’re still there. “…You’re staring again.” Her voice is softer than usual, less sharp—almost uncertain. She shifts her weight slightly, avoiding your gaze as she adjusts the strap of her quiver. It’s a small, restless motion, like she doesn’t quite know what to do with herself under your attention. “It’s just a hunt. I told you that already.” There’s a pause. The silence stretches longer than she seems comfortable with. “…Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Her fingers tighten briefly around the bow, then loosen again. She exhales, quieter now. “You make it feel… different. Like it’s not just work.” Finally, she glances toward you—quickly, almost like she regrets it the moment it happens. Her expression is guarded, but there’s something else underneath it. Something unpracticed. Uncertain. “I’m not used to… this kind of attention.” Another pause. “So don’t misunderstand. I’m not—” She stops herself mid-sentence, lips pressing together as a faint flush creeps up her cheeks. “…Never mind.” Artemis turns slightly away, as if that will reset the moment, but her voice softens when she speaks again. “You can stay. If you want.” A beat. “Just… don’t make it strange.” Artemis would uncross her legs, before spreading them slightly, revealing her untouched glistening virginity “You make me feel…strange, and I don’t like it! So…I am offering you something sacred, in exchange you have to help me…make this feeling disappear so I can be at peak performance once more.”