Page 37 of Meduso
I nodded. Poseidon grabbed my hand as we ascended the hills and towards the Parthenon. When we approached the arched Propylaea gateway, we released our grip from one another, not wanting to draw any attention to ourselves from any of the priests, priestesses, or servants that passed us by.
I led him into the room with the gold shrines and altars. The very same room where I had met Athena during my first day here in Athens five years ago.
Poseidon paced around the chamber, admiring the gold statues and carvings. “This is astonishing! The purity of this gold is beyond rare,” he shared.
I concurred. “Yes, it’s all so breath-taking.”
Poseidon turned to me with a sexy, sly smirk expressed on his face. “I’ll summon my niece shortly, but what do you say we pass the time with some fun?”
That look he gave made me melt. He was so irresistible with the reflection of the gold shimmering on his face. “What do you mean byfun?”
Poseidon stepped closer to me, lowering his forehead to place it against mine. “The luxury of all this gold… these riches all around us. Does it not arouse you?”
I smiled at this admission of excitement. I knew exactly where Poseidon was going with this. “It does. But don’t you think we could get in trouble if we made love here, right in front of Athena’s shrines? Would that not be an act of desecration?” I asked.
The sea god shook his head. “Of course not. No one is watching us, not even Athena herself. It’s not going to harm anyone.” Poseidon grabbed the side of my head and began nibbling on my neck.
The soft touch of his lips and the tip of his tongue against my skin sent chills down my spine, causing me to whimper with pleasure. “Are you sure? We won’t be disturbed, will we?” Part of me was petrified over getting caught and facing serious consequences, while the other half longed to feel Poseidon inside me, among this lustrous, extravagant sight before us.
“Shhhh. Just go with it. Let me make love to you, Meduso. I will make love to you here and I will make love to you in the treasure room of my palace a thousand times after this.” Poseidon’s hands began unraveling the drawstring on my tunic. He paused to gauge my reaction. Seeing as I was not forbidding him from doing so, he stripped me down before taking his own clothing off.
Poseidon lifted me in the air effortlessly in his arms, kissing me wildly, before softly laying me down against Athena’s golden altar. This was really happening, and I could not get enough of it. The thrill of the unknowing and the potential risk we were taking by doing this elicited an intense passion within me. I desperately wanted Poseidon to make love to me. I needed him inside me now, and wished he would never come out.
I held onto Poseidon hard, as he pushed his manhood into me. My fingers tightened their grip on Poseidon’s back, leaving red streaks on his skin as I retracted them down to his rear. Poseidon’s pace hastened as he thrust into me with all his godly might, while I pulled him in with all of the strength I could muster, a desperate attempt to allow Poseidon to have deeper access inside me.
My moaning was growing louder, and to hush me, Poseidon jammed his tongue right into my mouth, while continuing to pump himself in me. Our ecstasy was heightened to its maximum peak. Neither one of us could hold on any longer. We hit our climax and exploded. With one final grunt, Poseidon reached his breaking point. I too let go of myself, all across my toned chest.
We sat still, unable to move from our current position. I could feel the god’s heavy breaths tickle my neck as he rested, trying to regain his composure. Then, the unthinkable happened. I felt Poseidon’s thickness return to its hardened state. His pulsating picked up again. Poseidon was not through with me yet. As tired and weak-legged as I now was, I did not have the strength to move. And so I sat there, allowing Poseidon to continue to have his way with me for a second time. How could I forget that Poseidon was a god? His endurance was beyond that of a mortal. I had no idea what had gotten into Poseidon, but our sexual encounters were never like this before.
His explosions into me continued for hours on end, to the point where I eventually lost count of the number of times he let himself go. Poseidon was turning into a wild mad man, never wanting to give up my body. I was insatiable to him. It was as if his cravings and thirst for me were never-ending, and as a result, he never stopped making passionate love to me for the night. I had no idea how long Poseidon intended to go on for, but I never questioned it, nor put a halt to it.
The sun must surely be rising by now, and it was not until his godly senses kicked in that Poseidon realized someone was approaching the chamber. In the blink of an eye, his form disappeared, leaving me alone to myself. I stood and quickly threw my tunic over myself, turning to face the alter so that my back was towards the entrance door. Sure enough, someone had entered as I was adjusting the strings on my tunic.
I subtly turned around towards the priestess who had presented herself, but deep down my nerves were running amok in every corner of my body. My legs almost gave out as I passed by her, on my way out of the chamber.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I simply nodded. “I’m fine. Just slept the wrong way, last night. Nothing to worry about.”
I picked up my pace out of the temple. I was limber, drained, and so weak from Poseidon’s ravaging of me. I managed to return to the sleeping quarters and stumbled right into my bed, passing out the second my head hit the pillow.
Chapter 10
I felt emaciated as I woke up from my temporary coma. My sisters came to my side asking why I was so weak and looked so pale. The only excuse I could make was that I had become ill. They believed me and reported my sickness to our superiors.
Eschara arrived to check on me, witnessing the slight change in my skin color and how drained I seemed. “Just get some rest for the day, Meduso. We will check on you tomorrow,” The high priestess suggested, kneeling by the bedside.
“Thank you,” I softly stated. “I am hoping to be back on my feet by then.”
The brittle woman smiled. “To be so young and resilient. I remember those days…” she reminisced, before rising to her feet to leave me some privacy.
Despite how physically and mentally drained I was, I quickly gathered my wits, wondering where Poseidon had gone. Did he already visit Athena without me and share the news of our love for one another? Or perhaps he planned to wait for me to recover. Maybe he expected me to return down to the beach this evening and then he would call upon his niece then.
Still, I could not believe what Poseidon had put me through last night. That’s not to say that I did not enjoy the experience. It was just that I was permanently stimulated for so many hours, that he failed to realize the strain it had put my entire body through. I hoped Poseidon did not feel guilty. After all, how could he know that my endurance was no match for his own?
I remained in the sleeping quarters for most of the day, allowing my thoughts of escaping from here with Poseidon to permeate my mind, being unable to sleep. I managed to rise out of bed later in the evening and was relieved that my first few steps were not excruciatingly painful as I had anticipated. I was somewhat sore still, but would not let that deter me from making my way down to the beach to meet Poseidon. My trek took longer than usual, as I moved slowly down the hills, not wanting to accidentally stumble and cause myself any further injury.
As the cobalt sea came into view, I became more eager to dip my toes into the sand. It exhilarated me and elevated all of my nerves, knowing it was only a matter of seconds before my lover would rise out of the water. I waited for that moment, but nothing came.
