Medusa groaned as she woke up, her head pounding from the previous night's festivities. She rubbed her temples, trying to ease the throbbing. As she pushed herself up to a sitting position, she noticed a figure lying next to her.
Her heart sank as she realized it was Poseidon, the god of the sea. She couldn't believe she had let him stay the night. She nudged him awake, her voice sharp. "Poseidon, what are you doing here?"
He stretched, a smug smile on his face. "Well, I thought I'd stay and see if you wanted to continue what we started last night."
Medusa's eyes narrowed. "You need to leave. Now."
Poseidon pouted. "But we were just getting started. And I thought you were enjoying yourself."
Medusa rolled her eyes. "Yes, because I'm always thrilled to have a god force himself on me."
Poseidon's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "You seemed to enjoy it. I could name three instances right now."
Medusa crossed her arms. "Go ahead. I'd love to hear how I 'enjoyed' myself."
Poseidon listed off three moments from the previous night, each one more outrageous than the last. Medusa's face burned with anger as she listened. When he finished, she glared at him. "You're disgusting. Get out of my chambers."
Poseidon stood, but not before giving Medusa a lingering look. "You know where to find me if you change your mind."
Medusa waited until she heard the door close behind him before letting out a deep breath. She fell back onto her pillows, already regretting the night before. She'd have to be more careful in the future.
She couldn't believe she had let Poseidon stay the night. She had been drunk, yes, but she had never let her guard down like that before. She had always been careful to keep the gods at arm's length, but Poseidon had been persistent.
She groaned as she remembered the way he had pinned her down, his cock hard and demanding. She had tried to push him off, but he had been too strong. She had eventually given in, her body responding despite her mind's protests.
Medusa shook her head, trying to clear the memories. She needed to focus on her work, not on the gods and their games. She had a temple to run, and she couldn't let Poseidon's visit distract her.
She stood up, determined to put the night behind her. She would take a cold shower, get dressed, and start her day. She couldn't let Poseidon win.
She walked towards the bathroom, her mind already on the tasks ahead. She would show Poseidon that she was not a god to be trifled with. She was Medusa, the Gorgon, and she was in control.
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