Remus clutched Artemis, at last reunited with her again. Hermes, who was still floating above them scrunched his face together and stuck out his tongue in disgust. "You two are just gross."
Remus pointed up at him. "Fuck you, asshole," he said and kept Artemis tight, reaching his hand up to snap his fingers. But he could barely get them to touch without shaking. He cursed and tried again. No use, he was too weak.
"Damnit," he growled, trying to shake his hand as if that would help it recover. It didn't help that the wound from the second arrow was still closing painfully in the center of his chest.
"Oh that sucks," mocked Hermes. "Guess you're stuck here. Good thing you have Artemis! She knows every inch of this place."
It was true, and Remus knew it. The Arcadian Forest was Artemis's first hunting grounds. She was exceptionally popular outside its reaches among the humans. Which is exactly why this was the last place he wanted to be. The thought of her slipping away back to her previous life without him made him more than furious.
Hermes floated down, stepping lightly on the ground. "But, since I saved the day," he said, dramatically raising his arms, "You are obligated to stay here tonight!"
"What? Hey, no! We're leaving!" Remus barked back.
Hermes smirked. "Oh yeah? Where are you going?" He turned to his attention to Artemis. "Are you going to bring him back home?"
Artemis looked back defensively, "What home? My home's back on that planet, there's nothing here."
Hermes snorted, "Oh yeah okay, right. Well then, I guess you have no choice!"
Remus scoffed, giving one last attempt to snap his fingers, but it was no use. He finally let go of Artemis, rubbing his hand and growling. He looked down at her, as if waiting for her to make the decision.
"Okay Hermes!" she said happily.
"What the fuck?" Remus said, raising his hands in frustration. "Seriously?"
"He's right. We're stuck, and this is the best place to be in Arcadia. For you especially. And can't you ever have any fun?"
Remus was fuming. These events had made her too familiar with him. He couldn't stand her denying him. "No, fuck fun. Let's get out of here."
"Yeah, and to where?" Hermes butted in.
Remus didn't answer at first, he kept looking to Artemis as if she would change her mind. When it was apparent that she wouldn't, he rolled back his head and barked, "Ugh, Fine!"
As the sun set and the darkness started to creep over the forest, the creatures of the night awoke. The familiar multicolored pale nymphs and prancing fauns came out, playing in the cool stream and dancing among the flowers. Hermes hovered by the large barrel of wine, which seemed to never go empty.
Artemis sat by the edge of the water, letting her feet dangle lazily. Remus was lying in the flowers, grumbling and sulking as the forest came to life around them. Artemis swayed and hummed to the tunes played by the dancing fauns who flirted away with the beautiful naked nymphs.
Artemis started to notice there were more than nymphs swimming in the water, human women had started to come from the woods to join the lively affair. A glass of wine was handed to her, but when she looked up it was not Hermes or Remus.
"Bacchus!" she exclaimed, getting up and greeting him warmly.
"Artemis," he smiled fondly. "I've heard you've been making some serious trouble."
Artemis giggled awkwardly but was very excited to see him. Remus sat up and shot Bacchus an angry look. "So this is the guy making all the fuss?" He gave Remus a friendly wave, but Remus just grumbled, keeping his eyes on him suspiciously. "Well, since I've come to grace you with my presence, we must have a drink."
Hermes and Bacchus sat down in the grass next to Remus and Artemis, so they were in a nice little circle. Remus was silent. He definitely did not belong here. Artemis, Hermes and Bacchus were elegant and beautiful, they looked like they fit in here. Remus, while he was handsome, always looked slightly disheveled and hardened. While the three Olympians blended in with the beauty, Remus stood out like a sore thumb.
Fucking flowers, he thought. He felt so out of place. Bacchus materialized four intricately carved wooden goblets. They filled up with wine by themselves, one of his favorite little tricks. No one was ever sober when Bacchus was around. He was the god of wine, how could you be?
They drank and laughed as the event became even more lively with the addition of more women and a few satyrs tagging along. Remus was silent the entire time, though he was drinking very heavily to get him through the evening.
Remus's ears perked up when they started on the topic of various drugs found throughout the forest, and which paired with Bacchus's delicious red wine. When he saw a very familiar blue flower just barely peaking out of Bacchus's pouch.
He had suspected one of them would do something tricky like this. He knew only wine couldn't make you feel this good.
Before he could chuck his wine and angrily start scolding the two tricksters, he felt a hand creep over his shoulder. He turned to see it was one of the nude women who had come from the crystal-clear stream. But the woman didn't looked phased by his rejection. She came closer from behind and wrapped her arms around him, stroking his chest. "Back off!" he snapped, shaking her off.
A nymph had come from behind Hermes and started to touch him as well, stroking her hands across his shoulders and back. "Chill out," he said to Remus while getting lost in his high. Remus snarled but his movements were slow. His whole body was feeling warm and tingly, uncomfortable but incredibly enjoyable sensations rushed through him.
Remus shooed another annoying woman away who tried to rub her hands along his shoulders. "Artemis let's get out of here," he said, now much more frustrated. But Artemis was even more intoxicated than he was.
She leaned over clumsily and tugged at his arm. "I want to stay."
Remus turned a crimson red, for some reason it was very hard for him to deny her right now. He was also doubting his ability to stand, let alone walk anywhere. He huffed, staying seated but still rejecting anyone else touching him.
Bacchus and Hermes were enjoying the attention they were receiving by these willing women but were still laughing and bantering with each other. If anyone could handle their drugs it was those two. Artemis and Remus on the other hand, not so much.
Remus was practically melting. He pulled Artemis so she was seated in front of him, back to his hard chest. He wrapped his arms around her, nervously trying to resist the feeling of ecstasy that was rolling over him.
Artemis was getting lost in her own high. Remus's skin against hers was electrifying, she was practically purring from it alone. She leaned back into his chest, still laughing with the other two Olympians who were being touched and massaged.
Artemis pressed her hand against Remus's thigh so she could sit up higher, but her touch on his inner leg made him cringe. He blushed and felt himself slightly stiffen against her.
"Stop being a prude," Hermes said to Remus as one of the women started to straddle him, running her hands through his shaggy blonde hair.
Remus was too intoxicated to be angered by the comment. Instead of rebutting he unconsciously took it as if he was given permission. He loosened his grip on Artemis and started to untie the laces from the top of her dress.
It felt too good for Artemis to protest. She was free. She can do this if she wants. She had always been jealous of Bacchus and Hermes, living a lifestyle with no restraints from seeking pleasure. And now she could actually partake instead of just watching their devious acts from afar.
She closed her eyes and arched her back as he gently slid the top of her dress down to her waist, bringing his hands to her silky breasts. He let out a quiet moan as he used his fingers to tease and pinch her nipples, resting his chin on her soft shoulder. His cock started to thicken against her, every touch inspiring more lust. He roughly bit down on her neck, causing her to let out a small whimper.
Hermes reached out for Artemis's ankle, pulling it slightly towards him. Remus gave a threatening growl as Bacchus leaned over and put his hand on Remus's head. "How about you just let Artemis feel good, eh? There's no harm in having a little bit of fun. You can trust us. This is what we do," he said and ruffled Remus's black hair playfully.
Remus snarled again but did nothing, though having his hair touched by anyone was his least favorite thing. He didn't even like it when Artemis did. But all of his focus was completely on his hunger for Artemis, gently stroking her soft porcelain breasts, cupping them in his hands.
Hermes pulled her leg, keeping it in place, while Bacchus took her other ankle to do the same. They kept her legs open wide. Remus took the opportunity with her legs forced apart to let one of his rough hands travel down her stomach. He let it creep down between her legs, going underneath the length of her dress and just barely grazing her pussy with his fingers.
He nearly choked when he felt how wet she was. He pressed his fingers against her tight opening, rubbing in little circles and feeling her juices start to trickle down her thighs. She whimpered, her knees started to fold in, but Bacchus and Hermes held tight on her ankles, keeping her spread wide.
Remus pushed two fingers inside of her slowly. Artemis started to squirm, the ache inside of her only growing more with each touch. He started to pump into her, his fingers loosening her up and making her desire stronger. Every thrust of his fingers made her need more.
When Artemis started to moan loudly, completely letting herself go, he couldn't take it anymore. He was too impatient. Hermes and Bacchus let go of her ankles as they watched Remus slip his fingers out of her and reposition her.
