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I’m totally wasting my time, I know. On a ship like this one, sailing very slowly over the sea, it’s taken two days to reach my destination. And while the view is gorgeous, I know there’s a faster way to travel across an ocean, and all I’d have to do is ask Poseidon for a lift. He’s done it before— taken me under the water to send me zooming via a carefully calculated riptide to the shore. It was quick and easy and painless. Nothing like the endless drag of the ship’s slow journey. But, I muse, at least I get to watch the calm sea, which is why I chose to take the slow route in the first place.
On a night like tonight, the stars reflect on the water’s surface. The full moon casts a silvery glow across the gentle ripples. I’d just love to jump in, let myself be enveloped in my beautiful ocean.
“I know you’re watching me,” I whisper out to the sea. Anyone looking on would think I was crazy, but I alone know who I’m speaking to. “I hope you’re not still grumpy that I decided to get on a ship instead of letting you take me across.” I smile. “But the sea looks very beautiful today. I know that’s you. I love you.”
Right on cue, a particularly pleasant breeze brushes past my face. Poseidon, returning the affection. He must be busy if he’s not appearing to tell me he loves me himself.
“Hey.”
For just a second, I think it’s Poseidon. I turn, already smiling, before catching the eye of some vaguely familiar man instead. Instead of long navy blue hair, this man has short black curls, and a long crooked nose, and bright hazel eyes. I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before, but I guess we must’ve just walked past each other a few times in the past few days.
My smile involuntarily drops at the mild disappointment I feel at not talking to Poseidon, but to be polite, I quickly force it back onto my face. “Oh. Hello.”
“You were saying something,” he points out. “Talking to yourself?”
“Haha, yes,” I lie. What would he do if I told him I was talking to the god of the sea? Put me in an asylum, probably.
He grins, not unkindly, but a strange uncomfortable shiver passes down my spine anyways. “I’m Adrien.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”
“Well, Y/N,” he coos, “what are you doing out on the deck at night? All by yourself?”
“I just wanted to take a look at the ocean. It’s relaxing.” I take a step back, my hands gripping the railing on the ship deck’s edge. Something about the way he’s speaking is making me very anxious. With the amount of amusement in his voice, it’s like he’s made some hilarious joke that I haven’t caught on to yet.
“That’s no surprise,” Adrien chuckles. “I’m sure a beauty such as yourself likes admiring equally beautiful things. Like the sea.”
I laugh awkwardly. “Okay. Thanks.”
“Okay, thanks?” he repeats. “Is that any way to reply to a compliment?” I don’t know how to respond to that. “Don’t worry. I’m a nice man.”
“I’m sure you are,” I murmur. Instinctively, I look over my shoulder at the sea far below. Could I survive a fall like that if I jumped?
“And I’m just making sure you’re okay,” he continues. “You’re a beautiful woman standing out on an empty deck on a boat full of strangers. Anything could happen.”
“I—”
He smirks and places a hand on his own chest. “I could keep you safe.”
“I’m fine.”
Adrien tilts his head, giving me a fake pitying frown. “But you must be lonely. What other reason is there for a woman to be traveling alone?”
“I’m not.” How can I dissuade him? What lie can I tell him to make him back off? “I’m… once we dock, I’m going to see my boyfriend.”
“I can keep you company in the meantime, sweetheart,” he insists.
I’m gripping the railing so hard that I’m sure my knuckles are white. My hands scream with pain. He’s smiling, but now it’s taken on a cruel edge. Forcing myself to let go with one of my hands, I hold it up in a gesture of surrender. “Please don’t.”
He sneers. “You should be grateful for the offer.” And reaching he out, he grabs my wrist. Tightly.
“Don’t touch me!” I scream.
All at once, the environment changes. As if a violent wind is ripping between the wooden boards of the boat, it shudders. A second later, it feels as if the heat has been sucked out of the air entirely. Goosebumps run up my arms and I shiver. A sudden temperature drop like this can only mean one thing.
Adrien is distracted by the changes, which I take as an opportunity to yank my arm back. My wrist is stinging slightly, but he’s caused no major injury. Luckily. I’m not sure what Poseidon would do if he had.
As soon as the thought Poseidon crosses my mind, the boat does another lurch. If I weren’t holding on to the railing, I likely would’ve fallen. Adrien stumbles further away from me.
He scoffs, about to say something dismissive, probably thinking it’s some kind of weird coincidence or natural phenomenon, but I know better. And just as I expected, there’s Poseidon, suddenly standing on the balcony a few feet away from me. A puddle of water is forming underneath his bare feet, and his already watery hair is dripping more than usual. He’s brought his golden trident with him, and judging by the stormy expression on his face, he’s not happy.
“Do you think that was a good idea?”
Poseidon says it rather calmly, but the man lets out a shrill scream anyways. “POSEIDON?!”
Poseidon hits the end of his trident on the deck once. He must be used to men cowering in fear before him, because he’s not even the tiniest bit fazed by the reaction. “Did you touch what’s mine?”
“No! I swear, I didn’t!” Adrien protests. “I didn’t touch her! I didn’t know!”
Poseidon turns to me. “Let me see.”
I grimace at his darkened eyes and his tense muscles. The personification of the ocean’s fury.
“It’s okay, Poseidon. I’m okay.”
“Let me see,” he repeats sternly.
His eyes are blazing with the force of a hurricane. He holds his hand out, and reluctantly, with no other choice in sight, I give him my wrist. He studies it for a moment, his jaw tensing. I didn’t notice before, but a red mark formed on my wrist from where Adrien grabbed me, light but visible regardless.
Poseidon lets my wrist drop. “You touched her.”
“Poseidon—” I start.
“You will face the wrath of the tides,” he continues. Just outside the boat, the waters are swirling with fury. A few are rising higher than normal, almost crashing onto the deck.
“No! Please! I’m sorry!” the man screams.
I grimace. “Poseidon, look at him. All he did was grab my arm, he didn’t really hurt me.”
“He would’ve done more had I not stepped in. I must protect and defend what’s mine. I must teach him a lesson.”
“Even so,” I plead gently. Carefully I try to reach for him. “Just this once. Let it go.”
He snatches his arm away before I can touch it. “Why are you protecting him?” he demands, voice cold as ice. His eyes turn to me, and though his expression softens a little, the fury is still there.
“I’m not,” I admit slowly. “I just don’t want you to waste your time on someone like him. Look at how scared he is. He won’t do anything else.”
The man is frozen with fear, a gaping jaw almost falling to the floor as he stares at us.
Poseidon glares at him in silence for several moments. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the king of the ocean lets out a strained sigh. “You’re lucky my woman is so forgiving. But you will not be so lucky if you touch her again, for I am anything but merciful. And I will have no choice but to end your pathetic life.”
The man whimpers. He’s visibly shaking.
“Is that understood?” Poseidon hisses.
“Yes,” he squeaks. “Yes!”
“Good.” Poseidon gestures towards me with a tilt of his head. “Apologize.”
Adrien looks like he’s about to argue, but when he takes another fleeting glance at Poseidon, second-guesses whatever argument he had planned.“I’m… I’m sorry.” He practically sneers the word.
“On your knees,” Poseidon demands. He holds out his trident, using the three sharp points against Adrien’s vulnerable neck to threaten the man’s life. “She just saved your life. Kiss the very ground she walks on.”
I scoff. “Oh, Pos—”
“Silence.” I raise my eyebrows at him, a flash of annoyance washing over me. But he just gives me a subtly apologetic look before returning his attention to the man.
He throws himself on the ground, head lowered. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I swear… I won’t… I won’t do it again. Ever. I’m sorry. Please.”
Poseidon glances at me, and I realize he’s waiting for me to answer. So I do, awkwardly. “It’s fine. Just get up. You are… you’ve done enough. Just leave.”
I’ve never seen someone run faster. I watch his black head of curls disappear around the corner.
“All minnows dash away at the sight of a shark,” Poseidon muses. He smiles down at me. “Or a queen.”
“My love,” I protest, rolling my eyes at the ‘queen’ comment, “couldn’t you have come a bit quicker?”
With a soft hum, he lifts my wrist to his lips and kisses it, right where the fading mark is. “I’m sorry, my pearl. I was occupied. I should’ve been paying attention, but it wasn’t until I heard you scream that I noticed.” He really looks very apologetic. “Forgive me.”
“It’s okay,” I soothe. “I don’t expect you to watch me all the time, that’s ridiculous.”
Turning back to the empty spot where the man was just standing, Poseidon sneers with disgust. “Filth like that should rot in the deepest trenches of my kingdom.” A particularly high wave crashes over the side of the boat, and water rolls across the deck, reflecting Poseidon’s whirling mood.
I rub Poseidon’s muscular bicep to try and calm him before the boat capsizes. “I’m okay. Thank you for defending me.”
Poseidon’s eyes clear, and a short moment later, so does the sea. He smiles down at me warmly as he lets his trident melt easily away into water, draining back into the ocean. His hand is left empty. “Always. But perhaps you should come with me instead of continuing your trip on this boat. I can take you.”
Under the night sky it almost looks like he’s glowing. His dark blue hair is rippling around his shoulders like waves of water. His skin is tan but somehow shiny, seeming to light up the immediate area around him. And his eyes are literally glowing in the dark with their bright blue light.
“It’s fine,” I insist after a moment of gawking at him. “It’s only a few more hours until the dock. And anyway, I know you’ll be watching me even more closely now. So I’m protected.”
“I enjoy protecting you.” Poseidon leans down and kisses the side of my head, just at my temple. When he speaks, it’s low and murmured right by my ear. “And I enjoyed seeing him bow down to you.”
I laugh, nervously pushing Poseidon away. “Sure.”
“If I had my way, everyone would be as devoted to you as I am.” His lips, initially by my ear, find their way down to the back of my hand. He lingers there, holding my hand against his lips as his eyes slip closed. “My queen. My goddess. You should be loved by all.”
The blood rushes to my face. “Poseidon…”
“It’s true.” He opens his eyes and smiles against my knuckles. The look in his gaze is intense when he says, “I worship you. I adore you.” He pulls me closer by my hand, bringing me into his warm presence. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
And then the sea kisses me. The ocean loves passionately yet calmly. There’s no rush or possessiveness in its kiss, but there is a heavy warmth that melts me little by little. Every brush of his lips against mine is taking my whole soul with it, leaving me completely at the mercy of this beautiful man in front of me. I don’t know how I’m even still standing from the way my legs are turning to jelly.
“The entire world should love you,” he whispers between kisses, “but only I have your love in return.”
“Yes,” I murmur, tossing my arms around his broad, tanned shoulders. “Yes, my love.”
He drops his hands to my waist, and his fingers begin to slip just under the hem of my shirt. I can feel the change in his thoughts as starkly as a splash of icy cold water to the face.
“You are only mine.”
The way he growls ‘mine’ leaves me unable to speak, so I can only respond with, “Mmhmm.”
He pulls back, taking in every inch of my face with his sharp blue eyes.
“Mine,” he repeats. His voice is a whirlpool, dragging me down, down, down.
“Yours, baby.”
Poseidon inhales sharply. A desperate edge enters his gaze as he lowers his attention to my lips again.
I’m not sure who leans in this time, but suddenly our mouths are glued together again. This time, however, is different. This time the kiss has an undercurrent of neediness. This time the kiss is laced with mutual anticipation. I know it’s true as his teeth graze against my bottom lip and he lets out a rumble as deep as the ocean itself.
Like a tide, I’m pulled into him, lifted up off my feet as I let him carry me backwards.
“Which room?” he grunts, letting his lips fall to my neck.
“Two doors down. The left,” I whimper.
Without even sparing a look, he yanks the correct door open and kicks it closed behind us. I half expect him to throw me on the bed of my room on the ship, but like the calm before a storm, he gently sets me down on the edge.
“I’m going to worship you like that fool never could,” he says as he lowers himself to his knees before me. “The king of the sea is at your mercy today, my queen.” His salty lips brush against my knee. “Like every day.”
“Is he?” I tease, letting him gently probe my legs apart.
“Mm.” He lifts my skirt up from around my ankles, and pushes it until it’s bunched around my hips. While he does so, he answers, “He will do anything you ask of him. Anything.”
“I see.”
“You are my throne,” he whispers, his mouth ghosting along the inside of my leg. By the time his lips have reached my underwear, he’s already dragging them down, down, down. “And I must spend my time kneeling at the throne.”
“Poseidon,” I murmur. I’m not sure which is hotter— my face or the leaking folds between my legs. “Please.”
“Yes,” he responds gently. “I’m here.”
I melt completely at the very first stroke of his tongue. My hands fist around the sheets of my bed, my legs spreading wider to grant more space for Poseidon’s head, and my eyes slip closed. I’m the ocean and he’s ruling my waves. Drinking up the liquid that’s leaked while coaxing more out at the same time.
His large hands rise to my thighs and he lifts them up onto his broad shoulders. This new position heightens the sensations of his tongue pressing into my hole, the walls of my vagina clenching, and I let out a little gasp.
When Poseidon finally finally pulls out and lifts his tongue to give my throbbing bud some attention, I sigh in relief and let myself fall. He gives my clit slow, devoted circles, each one more breathtaking than the last.
“I am a slave to this little pearl,” he groans.
“Please— ahh!” I can’t take his words. Any more and I might just burst.
“I swear this pearl keeps me up at night.” He moans against it, tongue lapping at it like he’s a dog drinking from a water bowl. I glance down at him. His eyes are closed, his hands on my knees gently pressing them apart, his navy hair rippling down his back. And that’s all it takes.
I fall apart, crying his name as I come undone. He helps me through the climax, only pulling back once I let out a soft sigh of relief. Poseidon lifts himself up, taking my head in his hands and kissing me gently.
“My queen,” he murmurs, “are you satisfied?”
“Mm,” I hum, smiling against his soft, salty lips. “Not yet.”
Poseidon chuckles, deep in his chest, and moves his lips to my cheek. “Then allow me to try again.”
“Certainly.”
And so, as the sun begins to rise, Poseidon washes me away like the sea washes away a pebble on the shore.