The Myth of the Greek Heavenly Demon - Chapter 103
Chapter 103 – The Collapse Of Artemis
Her body had always been pure and beautiful.
A crescent moon in the dead of night, allowing no impurity.
Only her attending nymphs had ever seen her bare, white skin.
Even her brother, Apollo, and her father, Zeus, refrained from touching her, only ever stroking her shoulder or head in admiration.
Her swift legs trained as the goddess of hunting, her unfailing archery skills, and the silver sparkling crescent moon chariot were her pride, along with her pure and beautiful white-blue spirit.
The gods praised her purity that allowed no ugly desires or greed; women admired her; and vile men foolishly coveted and dreamed of her.
No god or hero dared to lay a hand on her body.
Purity, chastity, immaculate white.
A huntress leading her followers with a pure, untamed heart.
A virgin racing under the crescent moon with unblemished purity.
That was Artemis.
“Hyauk?! Hiiiiik!?”
But now…
Who was this?
Who was this woman, moaning so lewdly like a common street harlot?
This delicate woman, so helplessly toyed with by just a single kiss.
This goddess, melting like a cheap courtesan.
Who was she?
‘This… this is… me?’
The goddess who had withstood the venomous dance of the great serpent Python was now reduced to this?
All because of the surprise attack and curse of a mere novice hero?
‘N-no way…’
“Uhmm..!”
Even as she shook her head, trying to deny it, her will was crumbling.
The violent kiss, filled with the intent to ravage and dominate her, left her no room to think.
Instinctively, she felt revulsion at the man who covered her mouth, but the insolent one ignored her reactions, greedily consuming her lips.
‘I-I will definitely…!’
Artemis, burning with fury and humiliation, swore revenge.
Yet, within just three seconds, she realized how wrong she was.
-Slurp!
“Ugh..!”
Artemis, who was only aware of acts between men and women through rumors, was puritanical and had never deeply known or wanted to know.
She was fiercely pure, after all.
But even she could tell that something about this man’s kiss, this despicable one whose name she loathed to even think of, was different.
-Slurp!
Artemis, who had resolved to bite off his tongue if he dared insert it into her mouth, was taken aback.
Contrary to her expectations, the vile man didn’t push his tongue into her mouth.
Instead, he sucked on her breath, her saliva, stealing her air, leaving her gasping.
‘I… I can’t breathe…!’
“Ugh…!”
In an instant, Artemis, deprived of breath, lightly choked and reflexively gagged, only for the irreverent man to blow breath back into her with a deep laugh.
“Khh! Ugh, stop…!”
Her body instinctively relaxed at the return of air, though her nose and mouth were filled with the thick scent of the man.
As Artemis quickly came to her senses and tried to pull her lips away, his strong hand grabbed her face, and the irreverent man growled lowly, meeting her eyes.
“Stay still.”
Only then did Artemis properly see the irreverent man, called Dianes, for the first time.
A beautiful face and pale skin that even made Artemis wonder whose son he could be.
Dark black hair indistinguishable from the black night sky.
And pitch-black eyes that seem to writhe like an abyss.
In those eyes, shining deeply and darkly as if they could swallow everything in the world, Artemis felt a momentary fear of being sucked in.
And then the violent kiss resumed.
Artemis, who had lost her momentum in an instant, could only repeat suffocating and waking up several times.
Her body, which flinched as if shocked by electricity at the sudden touch on her back, was already drenched with sweat, and the man’s lingering scent clung thickly to her red-stained lips and pale nose.
But why?
The more that moment continued, the more the feeling of repulsion faded, and a soft ecstasy, like lying on a cloud, began to envelop her.
“Haa… haaah…”
She wanted more.
She wanted this precarious pleasure to continue a bit longer.
She wanted to stay in this weightless, cloudlike state.
The moment that thought crossed her mind, Artemis was horrified.
‘Wh-What am I… thinking right now…?’
What on earth was she thinking?
Even as she was confused by her own thoughts, which she couldn’t believe, the attacks of the blasphemer continued.
-Squish.
A rough hand, sharp as a blade, slid over her chest, kneading it like dough.
“Hnnng?!”
Every time his large hand teased her breast, her treacherous body trembled and released shameful moans, while a faint desire for more settled on her shoulders.
It must be the poison.
Yes, it must be because of the unknown curse of Hera, or rather, the poison this black serpent cowardly used.
It couldn’t be that the goddess of purity, the guardian of hunters, would be so disheveled just from having her chest touched…
-Squeeze!
“Haaaang!!!”
But as his large, hot hand twisted her nipple mercilessly, her weak justifications and desperate attempts to retreat from reality were shattered by the violent pleasure ripping through her mind.
-Squeeze! Twist! Press!
“Haah! Hang! Haaah…!!”
With each brutal twist and pull, each rough tease of her nipples, Artemis’s body danced involuntarily in time with his hands.
But the strangest sensation came from between her legs.
Every time his violent hand toyed with her nipple, her sensitive area twitched and tingled uncontrollably.
Whenever that peculiar heat crawled up her spine, she couldn’t help but convulse with shameful cries.
“Haah…”
Just like those nymphs and goddesses whose bodies were enslaved by filthy men, Artemis found herself performing the obscene dance of a degraded female.
But before she could even feel the self-loathing that came with her actions, her pure body, overwhelmed by a pleasure it had never known in thousands of years, succumbed and fainted.
She couldn’t believe the utterly unbelievable reality, but more than anything, what terrified her was her body reacting of its own accord, beyond her will, and her slowly adapting self.
‘It’s better to faint than to endure this any longer…’
Relief washed over her as she began to lose consciousness.
But just as she was about to let herself fade, the man’s mocking voice jolted her back to reality.
“Hey, goddess. Wake up. You need to see what you’ve done.”
“Huh…?”
And there it was, a sight more humiliating than she could have ever imagined.
Her eyes fell on the man’s drenched lower body, soaked with her fluids, and the realization that it was her own body, her own womanhood, that had done this, struck her like a hammer.
“Aaaaah…!!”
But there was no time for despair.
Just having her chest toyed with was enough, yet the cruel blasphemer had no intention of stopping.
If… if something more were to happen…
‘NO!’
No, this can’t happen.
Artemis screamed at herself, terrified by the strange anticipation that came with her fear.
If something more were to happen, if Dianes touched her any further, she knew something would break irreparably inside her.
Instinctively overwhelmed by fear and a sense of crisis, Artemis issued a warning with her last shred of pride and anger, but…
For some reason, she was more afraid of herself for anticipating what might lie beyond this.
Yet, true to her sense of crisis and expectation…
His hands did not stop.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Ugh…!”
With one powerful hand, Dianes lifted Artemis’s bound body and forced her to face him.
And with his other hand, he began to explore her most sacred, untouched place.
‘No… this can’t be happening…!’
“Kyaaaa!”
-Drip!
Even the lightest touch made her nether regions drool and her body tremble.
Before she could even prepare herself, it happened.
-Squelch!
‘Ah….?’
A thick finger penetrated her sanctuary, and the moment her heated body accepted it…
A blinding flash overtook her.
The flash that unfolded before her eyes, as if piercing through her entire body, tore apart her mind and body, engraving a distant ecstasy and an addictive, violent sensation onto her.
Was this the climax Aphrodite had spoken of?
A new realization flashed through Artemis’s mind, muddled with ecstasy, self-deprecation, despair, and pleasure.
“Haa, haaaa…”
An ecstasy as if all the nerves in her body were seared by hot iron, a violent climax tearing through her spine and brain.
It was a brief moment, not even ten seconds, yet Artemis felt it lasted forever.
Her legs were soaked in her own fluids, and her once-pure body trembled with pleasure like a cheap prostitute.
The fear of deviating from her divine duty, the shame of being mocked, and the terror etched by those dark eyes that seemed to swallow even the moon—all of it she wanted to bury and forget in this comfortable yet violent ecstasy.
Even the horror her fellow huntresses would feel upon seeing her like this, the worry her brother might have, and the disappointment her father would feel.
She wanted to forget it all.
And now, she was no longer pure.
Her body was stained red with the marks left by this man’s teasing, and her mind surrendered to the pleasure felt for the first time in millennia, moving lewdly to this man’s touch.
Her pride, her divine duty, her very existence—her body began to deny it all.
She couldn’t bear to watch herself being helplessly swayed by his hand, unable to defiantly shout to kill her instead.
However, as Dianes had whispered to her several times, it was still a premature thought in many ways.
-Squelch!
“Khaaaahhh!!”
A hellish pleasure that far surpassed the violent ecstasy just moments before.
It was the signal of her descent into the abyss.
His thick fingers probed deeper, moving with relentless precision, and the intense pleasure repeated over and over, slowly transforming the goddess into a mere beast.
-Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!!
“Hiyah!! Ngh! Kyah! Haah?!”
Something was changing inside her.
Each time the blinding ecstasy flashed before her eyes, her mind grew dimmer.
Every surge of pleasure that burned through her nerves chipped away at her resolve, making something inside her snap.
The once repulsive man’s touch began to feel sweet.
The greedy eyes that looked at her gradually started to seem captivating.
The vile pleasure, which the pure goddess of chastity should have rejected, was now something she thirsted for.
Worst of all, her eyes, which once held nothing but disdain for the man, began to wander, lingering on the large, throbbing organ that hung between his legs.
Suddenly, a memory surfaced—an image from long ago, when Hephaestus had exposed the adultery between Aphrodite and Ares.
All the gods had looked on in shock, but even then, Aphrodite had clung to Ares, taking his spear into her valley.
The beautiful goddess had shivered in ecstasy, even in the midst of her humiliation and fear.
At the time, Artemis had been disgusted, wondering where Aphrodite’s dignity as a goddess had gone.
But now, Artemis found herself wondering… what would it feel like to be taken like that?
“Heek!!”
The memory of that day naturally resurfaced.
Except now, it wasn’t Aphrodite beneath the towering man, filled with a mix of shame, humiliation, pleasure, and ecstasy.
It was Artemis herself, and the man above her wasn’t Ares, but Dianes.
Craving the wild kiss that had clouded her mind earlier, Artemis wrapped her arms around his neck.
With a helpless smile, Dianes’s face drew closer.
Soon, his soft hair veiled the space between them like a curtain.
As their lips met, something thicker and longer than a finger delved into her sanctuary…
“Haeut!!!”
Just as her imagination reached that point, fortunately, the violent pleasure came to an end.
In an instant, her vision brightened.
The crescent moon she had raised was still bright in the sky, and under its light, Dianes gazed at her, both alluring and cruel.
She begged.
Begged in a voice she hardly recognized as her own, filled with fear.
She could feel herself changing, her thoughts and emotions warping, and it terrified her.
She offered him everything—her honor, her wealth, anything she could give, even swearing an oath on the River Styx, the highest of divine vows.
She had become a weak, defeated prisoner, pleading with her conqueror.
But then, Dianes, who had ignited this flame of desire in her, leaned in to whisper the curse that sealed her fate.
The curse that Artemis had intended to place upon Dianes was now turned against her, and with those fateful words, she realized it was all over.
“You will have a mouth but cannot speak on your own, legs but cannot even run away, and a soul but will end your life as a beast.”
At that whisper, everything began to fall apart.
An unknown force started invading her sanctuary, her womb, a curse burrowing into her body and mind.
It began to penetrate her most deep and precious parts, binding her entirely.
Yet, what frightened her more was not feeling pain or fear.
In stark contrast to the ecstasy that had struck her moments ago, a dizzying pleasure as if falling into an endless abyss engulfed her.
Without a thought of resistance, Artemis’s body welcomed it gladly.
“Ugh! Uuuuugh!!, Khhaaaah!!”
The pleasure beyond limits seemed to break her body.
Her mind was worn away by the dizzying sensation pounding her brain.
She couldn’t tell up from down, earth from sky.
She didn’t even remember who she was or what god she had once been.
As the goddess named Artemis fell into the abyss, a voice soothed her.
“Shhh… Relax, let go of your strength, just accept it.”
A kind voice guided her powerless self, unable to see an inch ahead.
Along with it, a strong and warm body caught her as she fell into the abyss.
The goddess, who had forgotten herself, relied on that voice like a lost child, entrusting everything to the body that embraced her.
“Haaah! Huuuuuuh…”
Then the dizzying fall stopped, and the darkness that embraced her warmly received her.
“Huuuuuh…”
As the pleasure akin to pain disappeared, and her body flinched at the lingering echoes of joy, there was a sweet voice that clung to her mind.
[When the moon rises and the crescent rests, today’s memory will find you.]
[Your body will struggle, and your mind will thirst, but no other wish of yours will be fulfilled.]
[I swear on my name, there will be no more touching you without your permission.]
[So try to resist, try to escape, and turn away. This is my last courtesy to bygone memories.]
[But know that when the crescent falls, and the goddess succumbs to her own lust, you will come to me, and you will offer yourself willingly.]
[So stop now.]
[[Arise.]]
That deep, dark voice, sweet and authoritative, felt like it came from Zeus himself—or perhaps even a god greater than Zeus.
Artemis’s body obeyed without question, her consciousness forcibly pulled back to reality.
“Hah!!”
“Oh, it works well.”
The first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was Dianes’s playful smile.
For some reason, it was a mischievous smile that she no longer entirely disliked.