Cherry stared out into the ocean, it was just a few feet away. All she had to do was take a few steps and her feet would touch the water, a few more and it would reach her thighs, a few more and she would be submerged in it. That was the best part- the part where she got swallowed by the water, then she would only have to encounter pain for a few more seconds, give or take a minute, and it would all be over. The pain would be gone.
She looked down at her feet buried in the sand, a tear drop fell right on her big toe. She had thought about how this would go for years, it had certainly been a long time coming, she just never mustered the balls to go through with it. But today was the day, come hell or high waters, today was the day she would join her mother wherever she was. And what a perfect day it was.
The entire stretch of the beach was free, nobody in sight, no one to stop her. She almost snickered to herself, like anyone would even be interested in stopping a fat slob from ending herself, who the fuck cared anyway?
She had thought of all the ways she could do this, but none felt quite as right as the thought of the beach, just being submerged in the sea, nobody would barge in on her like she was sure would happen if she tried to kill herself in her aunt's house. The last time she tried that six years ago, her cousin had found her, and she had spent the next three years visiting shrinks who thought they could talk her out of her depression. The only thing their talking did was remind her of how much of a loser she was. A big, fat loser. A misfit to the nth degree.
She was too fat to fit in with the cool kids, she played no sport, had not one athletic bone in her- and it wasn't for lack of trying and she was too dumb to fit in with the smart kids.
There was not much to like about her, even she could admit that. She had always been fat- or full-figured like her mother would call her, her breasts had begun developing when she was ten and didn't seem to want to stop until she clocked eighteen or so which left her with a pair of 38D's, her midriff was probably the most sympathetic to her plight, it wasn't pudgy and though she was nowhere near a trim waist, it did cinch in, giving her something of a shape, and then there were her thighs. She didn't know which gave her more grief between her thighs and her ass, there was not a day in her life that she didn't get some backhand compliment about those parts. There was always someone commenting about her thick thighs or her ghetto ass, sometimes both. It was common for her to either be mortified or downright embarrassed more than a few times a day.
She was done, sick and tired of this bullshit life where she didn't fit into any place, just sticking out like a big, fat, sore thumb. The only people who were willing to associate with her were her aunt and her cousin, her father had long thrown her out after her mother's death, apparently looking just like her mother had it's disadvantages. Her younger sister though was her exact opposite, rather than thick thighs and a fat ass, her younger sister was all sleek curves.
She supposed it was for the best that she was away from such perfection, no need to beat herself further whenever she saw Princess Emery, just glowing in the sun like some fucking fairy sun princess or whatever. No need to constantly be compared to the perfection that was beautiful Emery and her gorgeous caramel skin, she on the other hand, looked just like toffee and probably tasted as bitter if her love life was anything to go by.
The sound of waves crashing pulled her out of her pathetic thoughts to the present, she let out a deep sigh as she took the first step toward liberation. It was now or never, her journey to the other side was starting and she simply couldn't wait for it to end.
***
Nothing relaxed him more than feeling the ripples of the water dance along his skin as he gave powerful strokes through it. No matter where he found himself, nothing could be compared to the feel of one's own home, as much as he loved the retreats with his brothers, they could get overbearing. Luckily, that was usually toward the end of the retreats which meant that time alone was always by the corner.
Deep blue eyes watched a few sea creatures swim by, some bowing to him in reverence and the other more arrogant ones like those damned sharks giving him their annoying grins. He had long learnt to ignore them, he did get a twisted satisfaction from putting them in their places once in a while, but whenever he was on his laps, not even those cursed creatures could ruffle a hair on him.
Just as he took another stroke, he smelt it.
It hit him so hard; so familiar, but yet, somewhat strange. He was used to the waste that those ignorant humans liked to dump in his waters, but this wasn't human waste. No, this was an actual human and the stench that had polluted his waters was sorrow.
Damn it, which of those damned creatures wanted to end themselves in his waters again? He certainly wasn't having it tonight.
He made his way closer to the shore, the closer he got, the more he shrunk in size, his 10 foot frame of solid muscles leaning. He didn't particularly like to near the shore, not just because he couldn't stand the sight of those humans, but also because he didn't particularly like this smaller, human-sized frame, even though he knew he would still be considered pretty tall amongst them.
He sighted the human a few metres away, just as the top of its head was disappearing into the blue sea, trying to stink it up with a rotting corpse. The sight of a head of full, curly hair made him think this person was female, but who knew these days with humans? The men wanted to be as female as...well, the females.
Whoever it was, he was about to break the party, because nobody was drowning in his waters while on his watch. They could go find some other way to off themselves. As he neared, he found whoever this person was, they weren't even fighting. That was odd, more often than not, the idiot who tried to die usually had a moment of fear and tried to fight their way up. This one wasn't even scared.
Poseidon reached down and grabbed an arm pulling the person up in one thug- a female. He snickered, typical. He wondered what this one's story was as he pulled her semi-conscious body out the water and to the shore.
They had barely touched the earth when she started struggling against his hold. What in the name of Olympus...
***
What the fuck was going on?
Cherry could swear she was on her way to the great beyond, she could just feel herself getting pulled to unconsciousness, and then some meddling oaf had the guts to go all Clark Kent on her ass, who the fuck asked for his help? Couldn't this cruel world allow her die in peace? Even when the coast was clear, some spirit had to appear from Heaven knows where and pull her out.
It had taken her a while to get her bearings, but when she found she was being dragged over sand, she knew someone had indeed pulled her out of the water. And for what? To take pictures? To write a good story? So his ugly face could grave pages of local newspaper as some sort of hero saving the crazy, black girl?
She struggled against his grip, but whoever this man was, he wasn't your average, skinny surfer. This one had to have some serious muscle on him to even pull her fat, soaked ass out of the water and drag her like she was a rag doll, she weighed 167lbs for a reason, she wasn't supposed to be dragged like she weighed no more than a flimsy material.
She was unceremoniously tossed onto the sand. Tossed! And she didn't even hear a grunt from him the entire time.
"You fucking idiot! Who asked for your..."
Cherry had to stop mid-rant as her eyes fell on unarguably, the most beautiful man she had ever seen. While she was struggling, all she had been able to see, was a head of full black hair, but looking at him face to face, she swore she had never seen such perfection. He towered over her, easily reaching 6ft.5", maybe more, he only had on what looked like some form of skirt around his waist, exposing a chiseled physique; he was all hard muscle, from thick thighs to abs she knew one would need at least three years of gyming and drinking those awful concoctions to achieve, a broad chest and strong, muscular biceps all wrapped in skin so pale he wasn't far from being a vampire. Her eyes traveled further up to find a face that was made for the big screen; chiseled jaw, roman nose, finely arched, dark brows and what had to be the bluest eyes on the surface of the earth. Surely, no one had eyes that blue, were there even contacts that blue?
****
Poseidon stared down angrily at the female who he had a feeling was all set to tear him down with her words, but was now silently examining him.
Typical humans. That was why he never lingered in their presence, they had such sickening curiosity, once she was done staring, she would become another bumbling idiot or start asking questions they had no business knowing it's answers.
Normally, this was the part where he warned her to go kill herself some other place, but rather than dismiss her and go his way, he found himself being just a little curious as well and he wouldn't lie, the sight of her exposed thigh was partly responsible for his curiosity. He could tell she was unaware of her haphazard appearance, but she made quite a tempting sight sprawled on the white beach sand, the pristine white dress she had on was almost comical considering she planned to don it to the afterlife, but her body in it was anything but. Were human women usually this fleshy? The darkness of her skin was a beautiful contrast to the white dress, her thighs were slightly splayed as if inviting willing parties to come play, she continued to breathe heavily from all her struggling, causing her large breasts to rise and fall rapidly.
He was no connoisseur of beauty like his empty-brained nephew, Narcissus, but Poseidon found this female stunning, she had expressive brown eyes that were a sharp contrast to her skin, a cute button nose and full, pink lips were set upon a soft, round face and crowned by thick, curly hair a dark brown.
He knew the moment his body reacted to her. It had been a while since he lost himself between the thighs of a female, granted, but not so long he was now lusting for a human one.
He had to get himself in check before he did something he would regret.
"Kill yourself elsewhere." He said simply and then forced himself to turn from her lest he grab her by those thighs and take what she was offering.
He had barely reached the beautiful water before he heard her shout of protest, "Hey asshole!"
Zeus! Did he really have to deal with this?
