In the beginning, I had a noble and pure purpose. I was born from the mighty Apollo, who raped my nymph mother, Bromia, during a celebration for Dionysus. From youth, I was trained to run, hunt, swim, and avow a life of chastity and restraint in service to Artemis. My mother wanted to protect me from the lusts of the gods.
As I grew, I became the most noble of the devotees of Artemis. My bronze and chestnut hair rippled with fine streaks of gold and silver-reflections of my purity and strength. My fine, pale skin was lightly dappled with freckles in the day time, but at night my skin softly and silvery reflects the light of the moon goddess, Selene. My eyes are a warm deep gray that echoes to eternity-the stormy sea from which all life emerged.
My rise in rank allotted privileges like attending the wedding celebration of Perseus and Andromeda as an attendant to Artemis. The young lovers were wise enough to seek her blessing and were dedicating a new temple to Artemis in the heart of Mycenae. We were not the only non-mortals present. Aries was there-posing as a mid-level societal guest amongst the mortals. No doubt that he was on a lustful hunt that would ruin the lives of one or more fair maidens that night. Being gods, they take pleasure where and how they please and most often leave dashed dreams and abandoned offspring in their wake. Few of the gods are as disciplined or loyal as Our Lady Artemis.
As Artemis aloofly conferred with Perseus, Aries turned his amber eyes to me. His blatantly lustful gaze insulted me greatly. Loathing for his hedonistic nature-for fornication seemed vital to his existence-seeped out of every pore of my being. I noticed that resulted in his cock hardening and rising noticeably under his tunic. A shudder of ice flooded my torso and groin. His lechery would be punished severely by Our Lady.
As the evening waned, I had an opportunity to relay Aries' great insult to Lady Artemis, my mentor and protector. However, she already knew of it from Aries himself. Aghast, I listened as she described his terms.
Aries wanted me. To ravish me. He knew full well my vows and my fierce devotion to them. However, if he were denied me then he would relentlessly pursue all of the virgins of Artemis. Defiling each sanctified purse until he got Our Lady to see the futility of her refusal. Artemis, of course, was outraged, so Aries offered a compromise to this horrible attack on her virginal devotees. He would have me each night from sundown until sunup to ravish and use as his sex slave. Only then would he vow to leave off pursuing any other followers of Artemis, my virginal Sisters.
