Artemis the Huntress
Artemis the Huntress
Feliciaa looked over her misfit flock of companions in
her campsite, the ragged and motley looking crew who assisted
her and traveled with her to the ends of the earth and back.
They were a site to behold this very late hour of the night
or better to say morning perhaps as the sky was slightly
growing lighter anticipating the arrival of the morning
sun. The fire was on its last few logs, the group of 5 men that
were her extended family were still moving and talking,
barely, after a rough night of drinking and blowing off
steam. There were also a few of the local women they had charmed
into coming out to the campsite from the local market earlier
the previous day. All were painfully recovering from intoxication
and looked particularly grizzled.
She shook her head at them, as she did not drink nor live
it up with them on the nights such as this. She always kept
her focus sharp and keen, on the tasks at hand, the bigger
picture the hunt. They were to collect a certain amount
of furs for a contract and were almost finished save for
a few more skins but she would not rest until the contract
was completed. So she opted to chat with the fellows over
the fire at night but not drink or fall into the sorted activities
the rest did. In many ways, those nights sickened her, to
watch the intoxicated dance of her comrades. She hated
them for it in the mornings like this, and wondered why she
put up with it but always came around afterwards and realized
that this was a family so to speak, they would do as they do,
but they were all still good, still there for each other
and for her, even if their ideas about blowing off steam
were different. She was keen on the bigger picture always,
and this applied to them as well. They had an understanding.
Though she is beautiful and causes the common men to fall
over themselves trying to court her on a day to day basis
in the marketplace, the men of her tribe knew much better
than to try that. They would joke and flirt, but never ever
court less they get that warning dagger pointed into their
throat before they had a chance to even utter but mlady.
Besides, it was a family so to speak and she would only court
with those not part of her family, for more reasons than
her finding them less than ideal mates. Though she DID long
for more she did get jealous on occasion that her tribemates
could so easily fall into a frenzy that they seemed to enjoy,
but she could not. She did want love too, want passion, but
not in the way they did. Her ideals would sometimes make
her feel outcast and she hated that it made her feel pious
on occasion but did not regret nor hide that feeling.
As they all sat around the fire, Feliciaa saw two eyes reflect
what was left of the campfire off in the nearby brush. She
was used to seeing this type of thing on early mornings,
but usually it was a small animal that was curious from the
smell of the food. She decided to check on it anyway, just
in case it was worthy of it fur for the contract. Most of the
time she did not explore these little creatures in the morning
dusk, but she felt compelled and was growing weary of being
lost in thought around her companions.
She stood quietly, crouched, and softly moved towards
the edge of the campsite to investigate. The eyes did not
move oddly, they just watched her as she crept forward.
She got to the camps edge, and peered into the brush in
the strange deep-purple color of the morning dust it was
hard to exactly make out what this creature was but it did
appear to be a large stag, much larger a creature than she
anticipated. It had a huge antler rack, and stood tall,
gazing directly at her. Her pulse quickened, her eyes dilated,
the hunt was about to begin, begin right now! She felt heat
wash over her as she crouched lower to watch and stalk. She
turned and crept quietly and quickly as possible to the
fire.
Up! Up! She yelled in the loudest whisper she could create,
to her group. The men needed no explanation, they knew her
every sign and gesture from years of hunting with her. They
silently grabbed their tools, arrows, swords, spears,
nets, and assorted other hunting gear and moved like shadows
to the sides of Feliciaa, leaving there temporary women
behind to sleep next to the fire. She used hand signals to
orchestrate their motions from now on. She drew her sword
in hand, and motioned them to follow her.
She ran quickly in a crouched pose to where she saw this stag,
her men right behind her, with all the stealth and speed
of a group of assassins. She peered into the brush again,
now the light from the sky was slightly brighter and she
could see better.
The stag was pure white, tall, majestic, and locked its
gaze with Feliciaa. She suddenly was awestruck with her
eyes fixed on this creature, and its eyes upon her, she could
feel her breathe change, her sense of smell grow keen, her
hearing become acute. She could taste the air as if her predatory
instincts grew wild again. She felt commune with this beast,
something that rarely, if ever, happens to her during a
hunt. She was slightly awestruck and did not move her companions,
all ready to leap and kill the beast, waited impatiently
for her signal, looking to eachother, then to Feliciaa,
then back to the animal and were a bit perplexed. One drew
an arrow into his bow and pulled it back ready to aim.
Feliciaa immediately landed a blow to the arrow-head while
still in the bow using her short sword, causing the arrow,
bow, and string to break and fall to the ground in pieces,
startling the archer and confusing her team.
This beast shall not fall by arrow she uttered quietly.
Her team, looking confused and a little aggravated, did
not talk back. They knew not why she did not want to use the
arrow, but did not question it now while in the hunt.
She looked back, the Stag had heard this commotion, but
did not run it simply walked quickly behind a tree, disappearing.
The morning was very cold, there was a frost on the ground,
and its hoof-prints could be seen from her vantage point.
She quickly ran to were it had stood, still crouching, to
start to track the beast.
It had gone north she quickly motioned her tribe to follow
and she continued running following the tracks she could
not loose this beast. As she crested the hilltop were the
beast had gone, she saw in lower in a valley below, looking
over its shoulder back at her, as if waiting for her to catch
up. She crouched and ducked behind some brush, as did her
men they all knew the drill when it came to stalking and
needed nothing more than to see Feliciaa crouch to do the
same.
They ran down to the valley floor, and the stag simply walked
and disappeared behind a tree yet again as they grew closer.
It was leading her somewhere, she did not now where yet,
or why. This was no ordinary beast. She still felt connection
to it, as if her own senses were bound to it somehow. As they
reached the spot it had stood, it appeared again in the distance,
gazing at her. She grew transfixed each time their eyes
locked, and would run after it. And it would disappear,
she would follow, and this would repeat several more times
leading them deep into unknown and unexplored parts of
the forest. The team grew a bit apprehensive this deep into
unknown forest, but followed without question. Her and
her five men, she being the undisputed and unquestioned
lead of the pack, followed the beast for an hour more, until
it seemed as if it would be trapped were it now appeared.
There was a very large rock cliff, of grey stone, and a pool
of water at the bottom of it. The rock formed a U shape, the
pool being in the middle of the U. There was the stag, next
to the pool, which steamed fiercely in the cold morning
air. The sky was now a deep dark blue, the sun on the horizon
and obscured by clouds. The lighting added to the surreal
look of the pool, the steam catching the deep blue, the steam
thick as to not see into it well. This must be a volcanic heated
pool to explain the amount of steam.
The group crouched and walked in toward the stag and the
pool. As they approached, the stag simply walked into
the steam cloud and disappeared again. They knew it could
not escape now, and must be in the steam somewhere. Feliciaa
seemed to know this was no ordinary beast, and that they
would not kill anything here this day, but had to go in anyway.
She needed to look into those eyes again. As she grew closer,
her pulse quickened more, her senses became so acute that
she did not feel herself anymore, she felt as if she were
animal. She felt primal, powerful, connected to nature
and her surroundings, connected to the men in her group,
connected. To the beast.
She stood tall and straight, and started to walk into the
steam cloud. Her companions, for the first time, finally
started to say something Feliciaa, what are you doing?
It will see it! It could strike you down! the words intended
on her safety only at this point. She could feel their intent
and feel their gaze she could even, for the first time,
truly feel the affection they did have for her, the feeling
of family. Her heart was open wide and true, her animalistic
primal energy in full force now, so much energy flowing
in her.
As her blood flowed quickly and eyes fully dialated, she
walked to the edge of the steam, which now swirled as if it
were smoke. The heat from the steam felt great, causing
her skin to heat and grow moist from the water collecting
on it, beading as if it were sweat. She was not afraid for
some reason. She just stood there as the steam started to
part
There, right in front of her, was the most magnificent women
she had ever layed eyes on before. Clad in leathers, standing
strong and tall, a bow slung across her back, ropes tied
in bundles attached to her belt, and swords and knives fastened
all throughout the uniform, the strange womens eyes gleamed
into Feliciaas.
Feliciaa felt in awe, struck into a trancelike state, the
animal in her fully in control now, gazing into the eyes
of the great women the eyes, the same eyes as the stags eyes,
the same connection. The scent in the air was strong, yet
pleasant Pheliciaa now had the keenest sense of scent
and combined with the intensifying heat and steam, grew
slightly weak in the knees, and started to feel excitement
swell in her.
The great women walked up to Feliciaa, and the group of men
for the first time got a glimpse of her of the magnificence
of this women, and all become mesmerized by her instantly.
Their eyes transfixed on the women, they dropped anything
they were hold, mouths hanging slightly open, short of
breathe due to the feeling of awe. They did not know who she
was exactly, but had an idea.
The great women was now inches in front of Feliciaa, eyes
still locked with hers. Feliciaas excitement grew now
to the point of almost ecstasy, she could not control her
nipples growing harder than she ever remembered them growing,
her thighs growing hot and she felt herself suddenly becoming
wet inside. She trembled a bit in the presence of the great
women.
The great women spoke, strongly yet softly, to Feliciaa.
My child My Hunter I hear your thoughts, I feel the hunt,
I feel your desires and slowly lifted a hand to caress the
side of her face lightly.
The mere and slight brush of the great womens fingertips
on Feliciaas cheek made her explode inside, grow weak
in the knees, ecstasy fully flowing through her body and
mind it was now apparent who was giving her this blessing,
this gift.
The men were fully engrossed by the great women, and did
her will with no words needed to be spoken. She seemed to
completely control their actions with her mind. They all
came quickly to surround Feliciaa, to tend to her. Feliciaa
did not seem to notice their precense at all right now, her
eyes closed and deep in a trance from the great women, a delicate
smile running along her lips.
The men disrobed Feliciaa, carefully and thoughfully,
and in unison, and they all lifted her up in the air so she
was suspended on her back. The Great women lightly brushed
her hand down Feliciaas now naked and beautiful body,
ever so delicately. The men carried Feliciaa to the hot
pool of steaming water and lowered her into it so she lay
on a rock, only half submerged in the pool.
Feliciaas eyes slowly opened, still fully entranced,
and watched and felt as the men attended to her. They bathed
her, pouring water on her body, using various natural sponges
that seemed to be already floating in the pool to clean her.
Feliciaa felt her body being cleaned and bathed, her excitement
growing more intense than she ever remember it being she
did not really notice the men themselves though, the men
were in a trance as well and mere tools that the great women
was using. She was still transfixed on the great women.
Her body squirmed in delight as it was bathed, quivered
when touched in the more sensitive spots, on the brink of
exploding into uncontrolled orgasm, but never quite reaching
that point. The hands of the men felt as mere extensions
of the great women, and the connection was with her.
When the bathing was complete, the men raised Feliciaa
from the pool slowly and stood her, still naked and dripping
the hot water, directly in front of the great women. The
great women smiled deeply and stared into Feliciaas eyes,
and disrobed herself in one easy motion. The two women stood
there, face to face, smiling, surrounded by the men who
were now mere attendants for them.
The great women spoke,
PART 2 coming soon.
|
|
