God Lust Poseidon

[Author's Note: Audio version available]

Poseidon

Poseidon met his concubine at their usual spot -- a cliff overlooking the sea. The night breeze ruffled her exposed chiffon dress as he approached with his chariot wave, riding up to the top of the cliff with his greeting. A snap of his fingers and she was temporarily gifted with the ability to breathe underwater. He reached out a hand towards her, his wave almost crashing on the grassy hilltops. She took his hand and grasped onto him. He held her close with one arm, the ocean swallowing them whole, as they made their way to his underwater chamber.

His firm arm held her taught to his body, she could feel his muscles flex against her skin, a promise of what to come. As the ocean gave way to swirling colors, they made their descent across riptides and rocky alcove passageways. Poseidon's home was grander than Atlantis being forged from metal of cosmic creation. Tall towers rose and fell, looking like an underwater Olympus. The other Gods didn't possess such fluid powers and the castle was long forgotten like a sunken treasure. Mermaids and willing vixens were the only available company for the God of the Sea.

They reached his grand bedroom chamber, the entire palace coated with a magical bubble of oxygen, lending it dry to the touch. He dismounted his chariot of waves and helped his mistress onto solid ground, dispelling the chariot back to the sea. Poseidon watched her with blue hungry eyes as her chest rose and fell from the magical oxygen in the room. The swell of her breasts looked appetizing enough to graze his teeth upon.

"Take off your dress," Poseidon commanded, the spell of unspoken words broken.

The chiffon dress, doused with water, had become see-through, her naked body peaking through the clinging fabric.

"This soaked dress?" The concubine teased him, taunting him by gathering the dress on her hips and giving her hips a squeeze. Her body glistened, beckoned and called to him, he could feel his desire swell. Poeseidons eyes traced her outline and the water pooling at her feet, dripping from the dress to the floor.

Poseidon wanted her thighs dripping from the well of her eternal wetness. He growled his disapproval as he walked over to her in heat.

With a laugh she scurried off to his bathroom, leading him on a chase with water droplets on the marble floor. He took the extra few steps to calm the arousal growing in his pants, the game they played in full motion. In the bathroom she stood in front of the gilded mirror, lifting the dress slowly up and over her head as her long dark curls clinged to her bare back.

Poseidon's tall muscular frame came into view behind her, his brown beard dripping water along her spine. With a finger he traced the water sliding down, going lower and lower, watching in the mirror as she shivered.

"Much better my darling," Poseidon whispered in her ear, slowly encircling her body with his hands at her waist.

She stopped his hands from moving lower, having them rest on her hips, as she told him softly, "I want you to wait."

Poseidon nipped at her ear, with a frustrating grunt. He opened his mouth to protest but shut it as soon as she started grinding her backside against him.

Her hips rocked back and forth, her eyes watching him in the mirror, as she put on a show for him with the jirrading movement of her body.

Poseidon licked his lips, his member becoming engorged, straining against the fabric of his pants, wanting to be released. The friction between her ass on him sent him into overdrive, his fingers digging into her skin as his restraint grew paper thin.

She dipped low, rolling her hips to either side, before straightening and pressed her back to his chest. The concubine reached up a hand to tug on his beard, lowering his face to hers.

Their kiss was salty and passionate, both of them consumed by lust as they thrusted their starved tongues into their mouths.

Poseidon gripped her hips and spun her around in a swift motion, taking her by the back of the neck, kissing her feverishly. He gathered her in his arms and took her his bed to have his way with her, her thighs gripping around him holding him against her sodden wet body.

He laid her down on the royal blue silken sheets, her body on full display for him. The concubine's beauty captivated him as he unbuttoned his pants, his Cock of Gods falling out.

She looked at him, pulling herself to meet his throbbing length, kissing the tip of his most prized possession. She wanted him to possess her like only a God could -- immortal strength and all. The concubine parted her lips, taking him in her mouth, drowning in the size of him.

Poseidon moaned his pleasure, entangling his fingers in her hair as he drew her in chockingly close.

"Nicoleta," he hoarsely breathed her name, afraid to spill his pleasure.

He grabbed her by the hair and gently yanked her away, his eyes lit with a devilish fire of desire.

Poseidon lifted her up and threw her across the bed, his need clawing at him as he hovered his towering frame over her. Her thighs parted for him, greeting him with a gleaming pink welcome, as he angeled himself at her opening.

He rubbed the head of his cock on her sacred well, feeling the wetness dribble out onto him, teasing her without entering.

She moaned and arched her back, tearing her nails down his flexing arms, wanting more of him.

"Please," she begged as her pussy began to throb and ache, making her hips twist, needing release.

"Be my good girl and take it all," Poseidon growled, as the concubine nodded her head in agreement.

"Yes," She said, her hands cupping his steel ass, coaxing him forward.

He thrusted into her with a pounding of his hips, the God of the Sea anchoring his shaft into the depth of her bliss.

"Yes!" she cried out as he began to drive into her, the movement rattling the bed, the motion building a pressure of ecstasy.

He pumped in and out of her, her fingers digging into him, making him buck his hips with more force. The slapping of slick skin creating music as they ground into one another.

The swell of pleasure built beneath her center.

"I'm close," she pleaded, feeling her rapture close to the edge.

"Cum for me," Poseidon said through gritted teeth, feeling he too was about to split at the seams. She squeezed her thighs around him, giving him everything she had for extra encouragement.

"Poseidon!" she screamed, her world shattering as her climax shook her to her core.

"Nicoleta!" Poseidon moaned her name, feeling the clenching of her pussy around him, making him cum inside her effortlessly.

A few ending thrust later they parted their ravaged bodies. Collapsing into each other's arms, they lay together, stroking each other idly. The concubine curled into Poseidon's arms, and rested her head on his chest. She trailed a finger down to his soft erection, stroking it once, showing the God she was not done.