Green Eyes and Wet Sheets: A Medusa Misadventure in Morning-After Regret and Playful Banter

Medusa groaned as she woke up, her head pounding from the previous night's heavy drinking. She reached for her goblet, expecting to find it still full of wine, but it was empty. She cursed under her breath as she sat up, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of the bottle she had been drinking from.

But her search was interrupted by the sight of a muscular figure lying next to her. She blinked, trying to focus her blurry vision. It was Poseidon, the god of the sea, fast asleep and naked.

Medusa's mind raced as she tried to piece together what had happened. Had she really slept with Poseidon? She couldn't remember a thing. She nudged him gently, trying to wake him up without causing a scene.

"Poseidon," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the alcohol. "You need to leave."

Poseidon stirred, opening his eyes lazily. He looked at her with a smug smile. "Leaving so soon, Medusa?"

Medusa gritted her teeth, trying to keep her composure. "Yes, I have things to do. I can't be bothered with your games."

Poseidon chuckled, sitting up and stretching. "Games? Is that what you call it?"

Medusa's patience was wearing thin. "Just name one thing that happened last night that I would enjoy."

Poseidon's smile grew wider. "How about when you were riding my cock like a wave, your pussy dripping with desire?"

Medusa rolled her eyes. "You must have a very active imagination."

Poseidon stood up, starting to get dressed. "Fine, I'll leave. But know that you enjoyed every moment of it."

Medusa couldn't help but laugh. "You must have a very high opinion of yourself if you think I would enjoy your company."

Poseidon's ego was slightly bruised, but he couldn't resist the challenge. "You can't deny the way you were moaning my name, your ass in the air as I fingered you from behind."

Medusa's laughter echoed through the room. "You must have been dreaming. I can't remember any of it."

Poseidon shook his head, a smile still on his face. "You're a tough one, Medusa. But I'll wear you down eventually."

Medusa watched as he left, a sense of relief washing over her. She was glad that she couldn't remember what had happened. She got out of bed, shaking her head as she started her day. She had a temple to run and she couldn't be bothered with the antics of a god.