Bathed, clean and wrapped tightly in blankets, Artemis was quite comfortable for the rest of the night. Cosmas and Thaddeus were kind enough to stand outside the door, a huge relief to have some true privacy. She plopped herself face down in the bed of furs, wrapping up in the messy blankets.
Before she drifted off to sleep the door swung open and in came calm and confident Remus. He brought two wine goblets and sat in the old wooden chair beside the table. He gently placed the goblets on the table carefully. They were not very regal cups. In fact, nothing was very regal about the castle at all. If no one was in it, you'd think it had been abandoned decades ago. And it wasn't very bright, except for the great hall, the castle was very dimly lit. Even Remus's attire was not very kingly, and he always looked slightly disheveled.
"I would like your assistance tomorrow. Unless you'd rather spend the next few days cooped up in this room. It's really your choice," he said calmly. Artemis sighed and nodded her head. She needed to get out of this dank castle. "Ok," she huffed.
Remus hummed quietly as he took out a little brown leather pouch and pulled an elegant, small blue flower from it. Artemis had come across it before, but it was extremely rare to find, nearly impossible. There was something special about it, something she couldn't quite remember. Remus started to crumble the petals into one of the glasses, putting in a generous amount.
Remus pushed the goblet of wine with the delicate crushed flower, the blue oozing out of the petals and dissolving into nothingness. Artemis watched as color of the wine returned to its original state, a deep, dark red. You would never have been able to tell there had been a magnificent bright flower in it.
"Drink please," Remus politely ordered. Artemis hesitated, but picked up her cup, raising it to her rosy lips. It did not taste strange, only of a deep dry wine wetting her mouth and washing over her tongue. "More," said Remus, leaning back on his chair. Artemis took a few more sips. She started to feel a foreign tingling in her body, as if all of her senses were being heightened. It rolled down her spine, everything just felt so good.
Then she remembered what was so special about that flower. Artemis had never been drugged before, but she knew that that's what was happening at the moment. Remus had been silently drinking his wine as well, intently watching her sip on hers.
Artemis panicked when her body started to feel an intense rushing sensation. She stomped her heel on Remus's boot as hard as she could. "Ow! Fuck," he said and bent down to rub his foot. When he rose back up, he hit his head on the underside of the table. While he was still underneath the table Artemis quickly switched their glasses in a panic. It was a terribly simple trick and happened so fast, but it seemed like the only reasonable thing to do.
Remus got himself out from under the table, grumbling and rubbing the back of his head. He was not a fan of his height. Yes it made him look very intimidating, but it was very inconvenient at times. He scoffed and picked up the wine in front of him, looking back at Artemis. "I said drink," he repeated.
Remus drank his wine rather fast, he was always so impatient with everything he did. Artemis sipped hers slowly, the effects of those dissolved petals becoming stronger and stronger as time went by. Heat inside of her gradually moved down to her aching lower half. When Remus was just about done with his he made twisted face in disgust. He underestimated her, even if it was a cheap trick, he should have known better. So childish, yet he fell for it like a fool.
He wasn't planning on actually letting her finish the glass, or even get halfway. But he practically drank it all, and it started to rush through him rapidly. He stood up and pointed at Artemis, who was cowering below him. "Fuck, you bitc-" he said before smashing his head against one of the ceiling rafters.
He went down hard, completely unconscious. Artemis watched him anxiously, but he did not get up. She lightly tip toed to him and poked him on the chest with her forefinger. No movement. She poked him harder. No reaction.
Artemis saw this as a good opportunity for her. Though she might not be able to win the war, she could win a few battles along the way. She dragged his body towards the bed, inch by inch, trying to formulate a plan. She had to use all of her strength, he was almost too heavy for her to even budge him. She pulled him on the bed, which took many failures, but eventually she succeeded.
Artemis scoured the room, trying to find what he used to tie her up the first night she was taken. After searching through everything she found it. A long length of rope tucked away in the corner. She grabbed it and leapt on the bed, wrapping his wrists and forearms together, attaching it tightly to the thick bedpost.
Remus started to moan, coming out of unconsciousness. Artemis used the most intricate and secure knots she could. She was the goddess of hunting, not the goddess of helplessness. She knew how to tie a rope. She used all of her little tricks, extremely complicated knots, weaving them together, murmuring her own little curse.
Remus peeled his eyes open, shaking himself awake. He looked up to see Artemis sitting next to him on the bed looking proud. As he started to recall what had happened, he tried to pull himself up, but was stopped by the bindings around his arms. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he said groggily.
Artemis was having a hard time focusing, the drug had seeped into her blood, spreading through her body, getting progressively stronger. But she could not waste this occasion. Remus pull at his arms, trying to break free. Usually this would not be a problem, but he knew of her annoying tricks.
"Bitch, what are you doing. Let me go NOW," he barked angrily. He was beyond furious. Rage coursed through his veins like an inextinguishable fire. How dare she. Artemis shook her head, trying to stay in the moment. "Nope," she said defiantly. "What do you think is keeping me from yelling for my guards?" he spat back.
Artemis leaned close to him and said, "Because you don't want other people knowing a girl bested you. Especially me. What do you think everyone will say? Finding you tied up and helpless," Remus's face grew red. "That doesn't bother me," he bluffed. Artemis cocked her head to the side and said, "Fine. I'll call them." Remus attempted to throw a kick at her. "Fucking damnit, stop," he growled.
She giggled at his frustration, still trying to resist the effects of the flower, but nevertheless her high was getting more intense. Sweat beaded on her forehead as her body became warm and tingly, everywhere she touched felt like a little electric shocks traveling through her. Absolute ecstasy. "No, I don't think I will," she said devilishly.
"Artemis seriously what do you think you are doing," Remus grumbled, fuming. "You were going to drug me," she said defensively. Remus took a deep breath and said, "I can do what I want to you. You're mine." Artemis shrugged. "Well I never said I was going to make this easy for you. I'm not your pet. I'm not just some girl. If I know anything it's that you don't play fair, so neither will I," she said, sounding as confident as ever.
"Let me go, or I swear I will disembowel you right here, right now!" Artemis ignored his threats, if anything they egged her on. She would made him feel how she felt. See how he likes being the helpless one. Remus kept cursing, but she was deaf to him. Eventually Remus stopped his threatening, and lay angrily on the bed, hands painfully stretched above his head. Artemis felt no pity at all.
She felt the familiar aching that he made her feel while taking her, the irresistible desire for more, all caused by a simple little flower. Which is how she knew that he felt the same, though with how much and how swiftly he drank that spiked wine he had to be feeling extremely worse in comparison. His lack of patience, as well as his height, would be his downfalls.
Artemis sat next to him, gazing up and down his body. He was so enraged he was practically shaking. Sweat formed on his forehead, his face looked flushed. His breaths were deep and shaky, as if he was holding back from something.
"So you like to torture people. Have you ever been tortured?" she asked him boldly. Remus turned his head to face her, snarling and cursing. Artemis laughed, feeling like her true powerful old self, before she met him. She was a goddess, not some helpless trophy. He had started to make her forget that.
Artemis was excited for this, more to shame him back than anything. She lifted his shirt up, exposing his hard stomach. He huffed angrily. She started to run her fingers and hands around his chest, trailing down to his belt. She felt his muscles tighten and his heart start to quicken in his chest. But he did his best to appear as if it had no effect on him.
Artemis gave a devious little smile and slowly unbuckled the belt. Remus grumbled, face red and twitching slightly. When the belt was off, Artemis curiously traced her fingers around his hips. She could see his cock start to uncomfortably thicken through his pants. Artemis stroked her finger up his stiffening cock, causing him to quickly attempt to turn away.
