Chapter 8He found a small alcove and raised his arms high. “Great god Poseidon,” he said, “I invoke you once again. I am in need of your help for the second time. Please, great god, please come to me!”
Once again, as he had with Ares’s arrival, Theseus felt a strange pulse through the air and sensed a presence behind him. When he turned, there stood a man of dazzling beauty. He was naked, and were it not for the ample c**k and the absence of breasts, Theseus might have mistaken him for a woman, so slender and lovely was he. His face was narrow, with full, soft lips and delicate eyelashes, and his yellow hair formed a halo of curls about his head. His skin was not the color of any mortal, but was instead a shiny gold, like a living golden statue.
But surely the most wondrous quality about
