His Undoing

Fire In Her Eyes

Poseidon couldn't believe his ears. Athena, of all people, trash talking him with bullshit lies she knows aren't even close to true! Poseidon hadn't taken a woman- goddess, nymph, or mortal- to bed in centuries. His brother Zeus did frequently, despite having a bride, but Poseidon? He conjured a portal directly into the sea and dove in, water splashing back into the hall of the palace on Olympus. 

He plunged into the sea and torpedoed through the water, swimming as hard and as fast as he could, fueled by rage and hurt. As his anger ebbed, it was replaced with a curious longing. Mara's face ran through his mind, her smile, her hair, her luscious body... Alone here, he didn't have to deny his attraction for her, and he didn't. He swam to the surface and laid back on a flat rock. His c**k twitched and grew as the thought about running his hands through her hair, down her sides, and gripping her ass. He closed his eyes, stroking his shaft as he pictured her bent over in front of him, her ass slapping against him as he drives himself inside of her, her thick hair wrapped around his forearm. He licked his lips and moaned, images of her bouncing against him., his hands gripping her hips. The image changed as he imagined flipping her around, lifting her up and down onto his shaft. He stroked himself harder and faster, and soon climaxed, rope after rope of thick c*m pulsed out of his throbbing c**k. 

He opened his eyes and stared up at the clouds in the sky. Poseidon sighed, feeling no more relieved after his release. If anything, he felt more frustrated, and above all...he had this intense need to go find her. He stood, rolling out his shoulders, and dove into the water again. He swam fast and hard, not using his godly abilities but his own sheer strength to burn off more steam. He swam and swam and swam until he came up on a private, uninhabited island. It was dark now, and he laid on the beach, staring up at the stars. He was exhausted, sore, and desperately needed a shower. 

Standing, he waved his hand and conjured a portal. He stepped through quickly, expecting to step into his bedroom, but instead Poseidon found himself in a strange room he hadn't seen before. He was looking around the room curiously when a figure walked out of the en suite bathroom and screamed. 

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She screamed and clutched the towel tighter around her chest and covered her eyes. His hands went down to cover himself as well and he turned around.

"What the f**k are you doing here?!" She exclaimed. 

"I-I don't know! I tried going home and I just...ended up here. Turn around real quick, I'll grab a blanket," Poseidon tried to calmly ask. 

"Eww! No! Stay away from my blankets you pervert!" She yelled, turning around again. 

"Hey! Don't peek! I'll buy you a new f*****g blanket. For the love of the Gods, woman," he sighed and knotted a blanket around his waist. "Okay. All covered." 

She turned around and her face flushed a bright pink. He was tan, tatted, and absolutely breathtaking. His torso was a canvas of artwork, and she resisted the urge to go over to him and trace the patterns on his skin and the contours of his body. She drank in every visible inch of him, her n*****s straining against the towel around her. 

Suddenly, he cleared his throat and she snapped her head up, face flushing in embarrassment.

"Why are you here?!" She demanded again. He sighed and ran a hand over his face. 

"I think you know why I'm here," he said gently, eyes meeting hers from across the room. He slowly took a step towards her. 

"I can assure you, I don't. Now if you'll please leave, I need to get ready for bed. Not all of us can just go and play in the ocean day without any responsibilities," she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. 

He continued to cross the room slowly towards her, a smile playing at his lips, "Play in the ocean? Is that what you think I was doing?" 

"W-well...I just..." her throat went dry and she tried to swallow, the sight of him sending a pulse of desire right into her core. 

"You just..?" He continued, only two more steps away from her. 

"I um, I didn't mean to offend you, I jus-" 

He was in front of her in two quick strides, and he took her face in his hand and kissed her passionately. She tried to fight him off, but her attempts were weak and her hands fell against his chest. He moved his hand to tangle into her hair and deepened their kiss, his tongue swirling around hers, and the moan she released had the blanket pointing at attention. She trailed her fingers down his chest, across the hills and valleys of his abs, down to the cutout of his hips. This time it was his turn, and he growled into her mouth, his hand tightening in her hair. That brief moment cleared the fog in her head and she broke away from him. She moved her hand from his body, c****d her fist back, and punched him in the nose. His hands flew up to cover it, blood gushing. 

For a moment they just stared at each other, stunned. He cracked his nose back into place and the bleeding ceased. 

"Guess we don't need to train you in self defense," Poseidon laughed awkwardly. 

Mara shook her hand out and stared at him, "I think its best that you leave." 

"Yup. Yeah. Good...good idea," he said, not wanting to argue and risk getting hit again. "You have a good night, Mara." 

"You as well...Poseidon," she said quietly. 

He conjured a portal and vanished just as her legs gave out, causing her to collapse on the ground. What the hell was that? Why did he do that? WHY DID SHE DO THAT? She threw herself on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. She wanted to scream, laugh, and cry all at the same time. She burst into laughter, thinking about how amazing his mouth felt against hers. Her cheeks flushed again as she remembered running her fingers over his strong body and heat pooled between her thighs. She got up, finished dressing, and climbed in bed. 

She tossed and turned with dreams of a certain tattooed God ravaging her in all the best ways.