Author's Note: This story contains MF sex, it is based on the Greek Myth of how Medusa turned into the monster that most people know of.
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Medusa is the name of a monster, passed down through the centuries... the grotesque hag whose very gaze turned men into stone. The daughter of two Sea Gods, she was eventually defeated by the Hero Perseus, he cut off her head and from her neck sprang her offspring Pegasus and Chrysaor. But from whence did these off-spring come? What man could lie with a monster who would turn him to stone?
But Medusa was not always a monster... when she was a young woman she was as beautiful as any maiden who walked the earth, beautiful features and a lush body, with hair of curling gold that fell about her like a cloud of shining light. Hear now, the story of her transformation and her tragedy.
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Medusa, one of the most famed beauties of Greece, walked along the shore-line, singing softly to herself. Her flesh moved seductively beneath her simple toga, her crowning glory was her hair which blew and flowed in the wind like a trailing comet behind her. Clutching a basket on incense, she hurried onward to the Temple of Athena. Although she had no particular prayer in mind, she thought it was good policy to always be favored by the Gods... her own parents were Sea-Gods and they were very strict about the respect paid to the Greater-Gods.
As the beauty hurried along, sand kicking up with every step, the greatest Sea God, Poseidon, looked out from his ocean and saw her... immediately his loins filled with lust at the sight of this luscious maiden, and he knew he had to have her. Rushing through the waves, he followed her path and watched as she hurried up the path to his niece Athena's temple.
Gathering himself, Poseidon strode out of the water, a large brawny figure of a God with rippling muscles, clothed only in draping sea-weed that looked more costly than any garment of silk. Stroking his beared, Poseidon gripped his staff and began to ascend the hill behind the beauty.
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Medusa was kneeling at the alter, praying over the lit stick of incense when the God stepped inside. His broad shoulders practically covered the the light, and she turned with a startled look upon her face to see who had entered the temple behind her. Although she had never seen him before, Medusa immediately recognized the God Poseidon, and she was in awe at the glory of his presence.
Stepping forward, Poseidon smiled at the awe-struck beauty, his eyes tracing the curves of her body beneath thin cloth.
"Lord," she murmured, and prostrated herself before him.
"No," he said gently, "I did not come here to be worshiped." And he put his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face to his, lowering his lips for a kiss. At the touch of his lips, all of Medusa's fear and reservation's melted away, overcome by the lusty God's power. Her parents had warned her of the God's, but now her body was molding itself against his, her soft flesh pressing against the Sea-God's hard chest.
She moaned, low in her throat, as he released her lips and began to work his way down her neck, his hands were on her body, caressing and stroking... sliding her clothes off of her skin... and it felt fantastic. Medusa cried out with wonderment as his mouth locked onto one pert nipple. Throwing her head back, she realized that her clothing was pooled around her legs, and that his hands were swiftly taking away even that protection... and yet she couldn't bring herself to protest.