Artemis's Capture Ch. 13

Artemis and Remus soaked in the water of the hot spring, now completely clean from their perilous journey in the Underworld. When they started hearing the pattering of steps outside the door Remus got out of the spring and grabbed a nearby towel neatly folded.

"How did that get there?" she asked curiously.

Remus snorted and wrapped the towel around himself, grabbing another for her. "It's called good housekeeping."

Artemis gracefully rose from the water and took the towel, drying her drenched hair.

Remus looked to the door then back to her. "Okay be quiet, I'd rather not have anyone know we're here right now."

Artemis wrapped the towel modestly over her body and followed him to the door. Remus creaked it open carefully and peeked outside. "Alright let's go."

They crept out of the room and quietly made it down the hall. When they reached Remus's room one of his guards turned the corner. He looked very surprised and opened his mouth to say something, but Remus shushed him and waved him away.

Remus gave a tiny snap and the few candles that were in the room lit up. Artemis had never seen his room before. It was the complete opposite of hers. No wood walls or floors, just dark stone. Almost no light, he wasn't lying when he said he didn't like sunlight.

It was very spacious, but pretty much empty. And what little was in the room was dark. The furniture, his scattered clothing and wide bed, all faded and black. It was as if he was living in a shadow.

As Artemis was scanning the room curiously, Remus gave her a hard push on the fur-covered bed. She yelped, taken by surprise. He kneeled over her, taking her wrists and pinning them by her sides.

"I just can't get enough of you," he hissed.

He threw her towel away and grabbed her thighs, pulling her towards him. He did not wait to start kissing down her stomach to that most intimate place. His tongue made its way between her legs, licking and making little circles around her moistening slit.

She yelped from the intense sensations. His tongue drew her in, causing an incredible aching that made her need more.

He started to dip his tongue inside of her, eager to inspire lust in this girl he loved to torture so much. Artemis couldn't quiet herself. Her hand found his hair and she instinctively held on, as if she let go, he would stop.

When Remus let his fingers wander to the inside of her inner thighs, he hesitated. She was so incredibly wet, she was practically screaming for him. Her body tightened as he slipped in a single finger, slowly pumping it inside of her.

Artemis pulled at his hair, her toes curling in anticipation of the oncoming euphoric release. She couldn't stop herself from letting out a loud moan as she felt herself on the edge of pure ecstasy, her body twisting from the incredible sensations being given to her so generously.

Right as she was about to fell that rush of ecstasy, there was a loud knock on the door. Remus pulled away, taking his finger out of her. "Fuck. Hold on," he said impatiently. He fixed the towel around his waist again and opened the door to two guards.

Artemis could barely hear their quiet voices. She could only make out Remus's cursing. He closed the door and grabbed his pants laying on an old chair. "I'll be back, stay here."

Artemis looked at him in disbelief. "Wait, what?" she said in a panic. HE pushed her to a state of desire so great that now with the absence of his touch she was in absolute agony.

Remus pointed at her sternly while shuffling his pants on. "I said stay." He put on his belt and left Artemis alone in his room.

She grabbed one of his pillows and nearly screamed in it. Her lust for more was crippling. She felt cheated. It wasn't fair.

Remus huffed, adjusting his pants as he walked up the spiral staircase and through the halls to the balcony. Perched gracefully on the edge was Basil, her enormous wings folded, and green mossy head bent down. To Remus's dismay she was talking to Hermes, who was lazily sitting next to her on the stone balcony.

It looked like he was talking up a storm, the patient dragon nodding and blinking her massive eyes as he went on and on. Remus's brow furrowed in annoyance. "Remus!" Hermes said excitedly. Remus had to stop his eye from twitching as he approached the two.

"What's up Hermes," he replied, a hint of firmness in his voice.

"I just came from the Underworld and shit, you two made a mess."

Remus crossed his arms. "So what, are you going to bring me back there?"

Hermes laughed, slightly angering Remus. "No of course not. As far as anyone knows you died in the fire of the labyrinth with Artemis. I told Hades I couldn't find you, so for now you are presumed dead. Though I doubt Hades will buy that for long. He is pretty pissed about his manticore. That does not bode well for Artemis in the future. Sooner or later he'll find out you two are still alive, so this is only temporary. If you get messed up with other gods again, word will travel fast."

Remus nodded, suspicious, but a little bit at ease with this information. Basil's eyes moved from Hermes to Remus curiously. "Well, thank you, I'll tell Artemis you stopped by."

Hermes frowned. "Oh, I don't get a tour of your fine castle?"

"Next time. I'll even personally give you a tour, but I have a lot to catch up on today. Thank you for the information, you are welcome to visit anytime." Remus replied with a stern look.

Hermes smiled. "Oh great, I shall come again! Maybe I'll even bring Bacchus."

Remus gritted his teeth angrily but kept an aloof appearance. "Alright then. See you later."

Hermes gave a salute and hovered away, the wings protruding from his ankles whirring loudly. When he was out of sight Basil leaned her head down to Remus's level. "I don't trust him," she said in her low, rumbling voice.

Remus put a hand on her scaly neck. "Believe me, I don't either." He ruffled his hair and gave a sigh. "So what happened with the cyclops? Did we fuck everything up?"

"Actually no. Well yes at first, but we successfully defeated them. My apologies but some of the other dragons would not listen to my demand of not using fire, but we did not harm any part of the forest. They were camped in a system of tunnels and caves, so we just blew fire into the caves and now, no more cyclops. Well, at least not in our region. But I do have to ask, why did you have to kill the cyclops you met with?"

Remus shifted uncomfortably. "He wouldn't listen to reason."

"Be honest," she replied. "Did he ask you to solve a riddle?"

"I told you, he was completely unreasonable."

"Remus, if you're a king you should be able to solve riddles. It's not just cyclops that demand that."

"Damnit Basil I do not need to deal with riddles, my word is enough!"

Basil snorted loudly, little sparks and clicks coming from the roof of her massive mouth. "Alright, well anyway, I would like it if you would come back to my home tomorrow night. We're having a feast in the cavern."

"Is this extremely important or can this wait?"

"We're on a time schedule so I'd appreciate if you came as soon as possible."

Remus grumbled, but Basil was one of his most trusted friends and if she asked for a favor, he was always willing to do it. Especially since his last encounter with the dragons, when Basil and the other two dragons swooped in and saved him from Apollo, he was in debt to her. Though this happened quite often. Both had saved each other on many occasions, which is why he trusted her so well.

"Alright, I'll be there."

"Good," replied Basil. She outstretched her enormous leathery wings and elegantly pushed off the balcony edge to fly off into the distance.

Remus slouched, giving a long sigh. "Fuck," he cursed to himself. He couldn't have one day to himself.

He marched down the halls and stairs, stopping to the room he had previously kept Artemis. Clothes the nymph had previously made her were still neatly piled on the table. He grabbed the first article of clothing he saw and brought it with him to his room.

When he entered Artemis was still stubbornly sitting on the bed, clutching a pillow angrily. Remus threw the clothing to her. "Get dressed."

Artemis scrunched her face, waiting for him to get the hint to continue what he had started earlier, but he didn't acknowledge her as he pulled a shirt on, trying to tame his messy black hair with his hand. "I said get dressed," he commanded firmly.

Artemis snatched the clothing, a short pale blue dress with laces running down the back to her tailbone. She fumbled, trying to put it on and tie it herself, but Remus saw her struggle and grabbed the laces, doing it himself.

"There," he said, giving her a sharp spank under her dress. "Just humor me, I have a lot to do, okay?" He gave her a small kiss on the top of her head and took her wrist, leading her to the great hall.

It was utter chaos. And faithfully standing on either side of the empty throne was Thaddeus and Cosmas. The second they saw him Remus cringed and stepped back.

They both started to wail and blubber while they rushed to Remus. "We thought we'd lost you forever!" cried Cosmas dramatically. Thaddeus sneezed violently, more than excited their king and friend was back.

"Fuck, stop!" said Remus, trying to avoid the overly affectionate creatures. He growled as they both wrapped their gruesome patchy arms around him, squeezing tightly enough to break his bones.

Both eventually released him, squealing happily while Remus rubbed his temples in frustration. He led Artemis to his twisted throne with him. He plopped down and pulled her onto his lap. Her legs dangled over the arm of the chair as he kept his arm around her, pressing her to his chest.

When he looked around the busy hall, crowded with creatures of all sorts arguing and yelling, he slouched slightly. He hated doing this in general, but today it looked like absolute chaos. He tilted his head back as the first subject shuffled in front of him, complaining about the satyrs in their region of the forest. After him a satyr approached to complain about the other subject. They were going in circles, making Remus increasingly more frustrated.

For hours Remus slumped in the throne, attending to the various requests and problems until he was ready to just burn the castle down. The only thing that kept him somewhat calm was his access to Artemis sitting comfortably on his lap.

Every once in a while, he would cup her breast in his hand or give a sharp pinch on her overly sensitive nipples. He casually let his fingers stray between her legs, just barely grazing against her agonizingly sensitive pussy, occasionally dipping his finger in to feel the slick juices escaping down her thighs.

The more he teased her while his focus was on important matters, the angrier she became. She just wanted it all to end. She wanted him to let her release all of the pent-up feelings he was denying her. The torturous aching inside of her was too much to handle.

Finally after dealing with the last subject, Remus quickly picked Artemis up off his lap, making a quick escape before someone else approached him.

"Alright, we're going back to Basil's. Grab that knife over there," he said after entering his room, pointing to the aged table next to his bed. As he approached the table Artemis shoved him with all of her might.

Remus fell back on the bed, not expecting the violent push. "What the fuck," he said, propping himself up on his forearms. "What a-"

But he was cut off abruptly by Artemis jumping on his lap aggressively. He raised his hands to lift her up, but she snatched his wrists, squeezing with all of her strength. She forces his wrists down to the bed, pinned them by his sides.

He smirked at her attempt at overpowering him. In reality, her grip on his wrists was just about as useless as cutting down an oak tree down with a trout. But watching her attempt to dominate him was the most priceless thing he had ever seen.

He let his arms go limp, pretending she had completely defeated him. He couldn't stop from giving a devilish smile, only making her increasingly more frustrated. "Oh no, you've got me," he said, a little more dramatically then intended, but this was just too sweet. "What are you going to do with me now?"

Artemis let his wrists go, quickly moving them to unfasten his belt. "You can't do this to me, it's not fair," she said, clumsily pulling his pants down enough to take out his stiffening cock.

"What's not fair?" he asked, still smiling and watching her crawl over him.

"You get to have me whenever you want, but when I need it you won't let me have it. You can't do that to me."

"Oh, now you need it?" he said while she directed his fully hard cock between her shaking thighs. She was too embarrassed to reply, rethinking what she had accidentally said. But it didn't matter. She straddled him, slowly bringing herself down on his cock, wincing as he filled her up.

Remus purred as she thrust herself on top of him. There was no need to do anything but watch, she was doing just fine on her own. Every once in a while, she would cause him to let out a grunt, the force of her bouncing on his cock was surprising.

Artemis could feel sweat forming on her forehead, her breath quickening as she soothed the wildfire that had been burning in her all day. She didn't hold back, she didn't hesitate. She could barely control her own body, devouring his cock hungrily, each thrust bringing her closer and closer to a state of pure rapture.

Remus had propped himself back on his forearms in awe of her desperation and enthusiasm. When her moaning started to become louder and he could feel her body tighten, he lifted his hips, burying himself inside of her completely.

The force of that single thrust was enough to shatter any sense of reality, of any thoughts except for the powerful surge of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. Remus was practically forced to burst while her pussy clenched and pulsed around his cock.

Remus groaned as her body convulsed through her orgasm, squeezing his cock as he released himself inside of her. When she started to loosen and her breath slowed, Remus picked her off of his lap.

The pearly fluid streamed down her thighs when she was pulled off his cock. "Damnit," he cursed at the mess he had made. Artemis was panting, her legs quivering as she tried to revive herself.

"Is that better?" he asked, grabbing a towel to clean her legs.

Artemis nodded her head, eyes half open. "Yes actually."

Remus chuckled while fixing his pants. "Good." He leaned to Artemis and carefully tucked a lock of brown hair behind her ear. "Whatever you want, you get. I'll always make sure of that."

Artemis woke up curled under the warm blankets of Remus's bed. She turned but he wasn't there. It wasn't until she heard a pounding on the door when she knew something was wrong. She shot out of the bed and opened the door to see Thaddeus, snarling and panting.

"Remus is gone," he said in a shrill voice.

"Wait what? How?" She said, quickly adjusting the clothes she had fallen asleep in.

A burst of flames rushed through the hallway, forcing Thaddeus to jump in the room with her. "What's that?" she yelled in a panic.

Flames and smoke rushed and dissipated in the hallways, a deafening roar echoed throughout the entire castle. "Basil is really, really mad. She wants to talk to you," he said, poking his head out of the doorway.

"How am I supposed to talk to her if she's going to burn me alive?"

Thaddeus let out a little whine, his patchy ears folding down. "Just go down the hall, I don't think she'll kill you on purpose."

"That doesn't make me feel better about this," she said nervously.

"Okay well, before the castle get burns down you need to go talk to her," he said and pushed her into the smoky hallway.

"Wait!" she yelped, but Thaddeus had closed the door on her so she couldn't escape. She cursed at herself but followed the origin of the flames.

When she made it up the baking spiral staircase Basil had squeezed herself into the castle as much as she could but could only make it to her shoulders. Flames billowed from her mouth, a loud clicking noise coming from the roof of her enormous mouth.

"You!" She snarled as Artemis turned the corner. "Get him back here RIGHT NOW."

Artemis very carefully approached Basil at a safe distance. "But we just got back," she replied anxiously.

Basil gave a deafening growl, practically shaking the entire castle. She squeezed herself from the tunnel and backed up onto the balcony. "Get out here," she roared, flames still spilling from her mouth.

Artemis ran to the balcony to see not just a furious dragon, but Hermes as well. Bits of his tunic was burnt, and a chunk of his hair singed.

"What did you do?" she yelled at him.

"I didn't do anything!" he answered, holding his hands up defensively. "I promise I didn't! Someone must have ratted him out. Hades finally managed to throw him into Tartarus."

"Then take me there!"

Hermes shook his head. "No way, the Underworld is one thing, but Tartarus?"

Artemis pointed up at him angrily and nearly screamed, "You said before you would help, now it's time to help!"

Hermes groaned and crossed his arms. "Ugh, shit. I could get you to the entrance to Tartarus, but no way am I going in there."

"Then take me now!"

Basil watched as Hermes scooped her up, on their way to find the nearest portal to the underworld. There was only one on this planet, but Hermes knew where they all were, and it didn't take long to reach it.

It was terrifying entering the portal. They were in complete darkness, she couldn't even see Hermes who was still carrying her. It was just as she felt before, falling in space with no sense of direction. Even though her eyes were wide open, there was absolutely

nothing to see. She clung to him, scared of falling back into the black abyss of the river Styx.

They did not need to go through the gates into the underworld to reach Tartarus. It was its own domain. In the distance she could see the clouds of crimson coming closer as they flew towards it. "What's that?" she asked in a whisper.

She could finally start to see Hermes in the light of the red fog approaching, who wore a serious face. "That's Tartarus."

It didn't look as much as a mountain as it did a volcano, with an entrance at the very bottom. It glowed an orange so bright it almost hurt to look at. The crimson clouds hung ominously above.

Hermes brought her to the glowing entrance, looking around carefully. "Go through that tunnel. You'll find different doorways, each containing an unlucky bastard in his own personal hell. If you can read the writing, it should have his name on the door. Good luck, I'll be waiting" he said and whirred off into the darkness where he could not be seen. When he was completely out of sight Artemis entered the tunnel.

She barely breathed to keep silent, stepping as lightly on the hard ground as possible. Faint sounds of screaming and crying echoed through the tunnel. Torches lined the walls, keeping it very well lit. Her footsteps could barely be heard through the loud crackling of flames and the wails of prisoners.

The tunnel split off into multiple passageways, circular doors lining up for what seemed like forever, shrieks coming from each one. Another labyrinth, of course. But if she could solve the Labyrinth of Greif, she could find Remus's door.

It felt like hours of Artemis scurrying around and looking at each passing door. There looked to be no organization to this whatsoever. When she heard a loud slam, she flung herself to the nearest wall, trying to shrink into the shadows.

She held her breath as she saw Hades walking through the adjacent tunnel. To her relief he turned, walking in the opposite direction. She could hear his smirking and maniacal laughing loudly from afar, inspiring both anger and fear in her.