Medusa groaned as she woke up, her head pounding from the previous night's festivities. She sat up, running a hand through her tangled snakes, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Her gaze landed on a figure in her bed, and she blinked, trying to focus.
Poseidon, the god of the sea, lay there, naked and snoring softly. Medusa's eyes widened in shock and disgust. How did he get here? She remembered nothing from the previous night.
She slipped out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake the god. She grabbed a robe and wrapped it around herself, securing it tightly. Medusa approached Poseidon, her eyes flashing with anger.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed, her voice low and dangerous.
Poseidon stirred, opening one eye lazily. "Ah, Medusa. I was hoping for a repeat of last night," he smirked, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Medusa's anger turned to outrage. "You have got to be kidding me," she snapped. "Get out of my bed."
Poseidon stretched, seemingly unbothered by Medusa's hostility. "Do I have to leave so soon?" he asked, pouting.
Medusa rolled her eyes. "Yes, you do. Now get out."
Poseidon swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing up naked in front of Medusa. She tried not to look, but it was impossible. His cock was hard, and Medusa felt a twinge of disgust. How could she have let herself get carried away last night?
"Well, you seemed to enjoy it," Poseidon said, grinning. "I could name three instances right now."
Medusa's eyes narrowed. "Name them," she challenged, crossing her arms over her chest.
Poseidon counted off on his fingers. "First, when you wrapped your snakes around me. Second, when you purred like a kitten. And third, when you-"
Medusa cut him off. "Enough," she said, holding up a hand. "I don't want to hear it."
Poseidon chuckled, finally getting dressed. "You can't deny it, Medusa. We had a good time."
Medusa's only response was a glare as she showed him the door. She couldn't believe she had let her guard down, even for a moment. She was the Gorgon, the most feared creature in all of Greece. She couldn't afford to let her emotions get the best of her.
As Poseidon left, Medusa couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. She was glad he was gone, but she couldn't shake the feeling of shame that lingered. She had let herself be vulnerable, and it was a mistake she wouldn't make again.
Medusa vowed to be more careful in the future. She couldn't let herself get distracted, not when she had a temple to protect. She would focus on her duties and push any thoughts of Poseidon out of her mind.
But as she lay back down in her bed, Medusa couldn't help but feel a stirring of desire. She had never felt anything like it before, and she didn't know what to do. She closed her eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but they only grew stronger.
Medusa sighed, giving in to the feeling. She reached down, touching herself. She imagined it was Poseidon's hand, his fingers exploring her body. She let out a soft moan, her breathing becoming heavy.
Medusa's fingers moved faster, her pleasure building. She imagined Poseidon's cock, hard and ready for her. She imagined him thrusting into her, filling her up.
Medusa's orgasm washed over her, leaving her breathless and satisfied. She lay back down, her body still humming with pleasure. She couldn't believe what she had just done, but she couldn't deny how good it had felt.
Medusa fell asleep with a smile on her face, her mind still filled with thoughts of Poseidon. She knew she would have to be careful, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. For the first time in her life, Medusa felt truly alive.
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