Deep Water (25 page)

If the vocal and physical evidence hadn’t
been enough, Griffin knew the god had come because he could feel something warm
and tingling seeping into his colon.
Okay,
magic cum, do your work.

Still dazed from his own orgasm and
feeling a god come inside him, he didn’t notice the little fishes at first.
Painted in stripes of blue, silver, and orange, they gathered around the bed as
if waiting for a command. Poseidon held up a hand that Griffin saw had been
smeared by semen. The fishes rocketed to it, cleaning it off with little
nibbles.

It was interesting and slightly gross at
the same time. “Are they supposed to do that?” he asked.

“They’re cleaner fish,” Poseidon
explained. “Bythos bred them for me. They can digest practically anything
without injury, so they clean up any spills, waste, or dropped food around the
palace. Watch.”

When the fish pulled back from his hand,
all traces of semen were gone. Poseidon slid it under Griffin’s chin and gently
turned his face for a kiss. “Thank you, beloved. That was … I don’t have the
words to describe it.”

Griffin kissed him back. “Thank you for
being so patient. I really appreciate that.”

Close up, the god’s eyes were a stunning
shade of sea blue. Now they darkened slightly. “Did I hurt you? Be honest with
me.”

“No, not really.” When Poseidon continued to
stare at him, he squeezed the arm wrapped around his waist in reassurance. “I’m
serious. It hurt a bit at first, yeah, and I cramped up some, but I really
started to enjoy it towards the end.” He winced. “Although if you could pull
out—”

“Of course. My apologies.” With care the
god detached himself. The ache flared hot again for a moment, and Griffin
suspected he wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for a day or two.
Especially if he’s going to do this again
tomorrow.

He turned over, letting Poseidon pull him
close. “So, what do we do now?”

“Whatever you like, beloved. Although I
wouldn’t be averse to a nap, to be honest.”

A wave of tiredness stole over him. “Yeah,
that does sound good.”

He yelped abruptly as he felt a ticklish,
nibbling sensation between his bum cheeks, jerking away from it and closer to
the god. “Jesus! They’re cleaning my
arse
!”

“Of course they are.” Poseidon rolled away
a bit, allowing
more cleaner
fish access to his groin
to perform the same duty. “It’s actually rather pleasurable. Just relax and
enjoy it.”

I am never going
to enjoy having fish eating my
arse
out.
But Griffin held
on grimly without wiggling until the fish had finished their duties. “Now can
we go to sleep?” he muttered.

Poseidon chuckled indulgently. “Yes,
beloved.”

Muscled arms closed around Griffin, a
reassuring weight. Wriggling a bit, he relaxed and let himself drift off.

****

Amphitrite gasped in shock, her fork
slipping from her fingers and clattering onto her plate. “Oh!”

She’d just sat down to a nice dinner of
fettuccine Alfredo when the unexpected desire hit, slamming into her with the
force of a javelin. A melting heat now radiated up from between her legs,
bringing with it a sweet ache that she’d almost forgotten. She felt so...

Hot.
Strange. In need of a good fucking.
All of them applied, and none were quite
right. She clenched her thigh muscles, trying to regain control. Another wave
of need swamped over her, making her grit her teeth. Getting to her feet, she tried
not to wobble as she headed to the bedroom.

Stretching out on the bed, she pulled down
her slacks and silk underwear, sliding shaking fingers between her legs. As she
suspected, she was more than wet and ready, throbbing as if someone had been
pleasuring her for hours.

But
who?
She closed her eyes, trying to trace the sensation back to its source. It held
the flavor of Poseidon, but there was someone else as well, someone who felt
astoundingly familiar and strange at the same time.

Medusa?

That was impossible. Her beloved girl was
gone, lost these last millennia. And yet the feeling held Medusa’s innocent
passion combined with Poseidon’s lusty sensuality and skill.

Her other hand crept up, cupping her
breast. One finger circled the nipple, teasing it. She could imagine herself
lying between her
agapetos
, their
mouths tracing scorching paths over her skin. Poseidon behind her, his thick
cock lying warm and insistent against the curve of her ass as he nuzzled the
nape of her neck. And Medusa in front, her delicate little hands cupping
Amphitrite’s breasts and plucking sweetly at her nipples. One teasing hand slid
down between her legs, cupping the plump flesh there before stroking her clit.

Her own fingers between her legs began to
rub in time with her fantasy, adding a delicious friction. She sped up her
stroking, sending flames of desire licking up through her belly. The wet,
sensitive flesh between her legs tensed, then
spasmed
hard. She let out a muffled sound as her body wrung out the most amazing orgasm,
blanking out everything except the sensation of her
agapetos
.

Both of them.

Slowly, reluctantly, she returned to
herself. Her skin tingled from the warmth of the ichor flowing through it, and
she felt a small, contented pulse between her thighs.
This is how it would have been, with both of them.

But
I will never have this. Gaia, why do you torture me so?
She blinked hard,
but a tear still escaped, rolling off her cheek and splashing onto the sheet.

Oh,
my loves. I miss you, both of you, so much.

****

Griffin stretched lazily, taking in a deep
breath of warm, salt-tinged air.

Air?
He opened his
eyes, staring at the ceiling in his cottage bedroom.
Wait, how did I get home?

He sat up, checking the other side of the
bed. It was empty. Lifting the covers, he saw he was in his usual sleepwear.

Was all that a
dream?
Despair
crashed through him. Had everything that had happened with Dunn—Poseidon—been
some sort of bizarre erotic fantasy cooked up by his tumorous brain to give him
a sense of hope?

He rolled over to touch the other pillow,
trying to see if there was any warmth left, any evidence that he hadn’t slept
alone. A very definite pain shot through a certain portion of his anatomy, and
he yelped.

Moments later Poseidon appeared in the
bedroom doorway, carrying a tray and looking worried. “Are you all right?”

Despite the ache in his ass Griffin
couldn’t stop the grin that bloomed on his face. “You’re here.”

“Where else would I be?” Poseidon said
mildly. “I thought you might like something to eat, so I made breakfast.”

He hefted a tray of slightly burnt toast
on two plates, two mugs of what Griffin hoped was tea, and a pot of marmalade.
“If you want something more substantial I’m afraid I’ll have to ask Aphros for
help,” he added. “As you may have noticed, my culinary skills seem to end at
toasting bread.”

“Toast is fine. No, I meant you’re
actually here.” Griffin swung his legs over the side of the mattress and sat
up, wincing again at the ache from his ass. “I was afraid I’d dreamed
everything up.”

“Ah.” Poseidon eyed his clothes. “I
brought you back while you were sleeping. I thought you might be somewhat tired
after yesterday.”

“Sore, more than anything.”

The god smiled at that. “I would
apologize, but your aura has already improved.” He nodded for Griffin to sit
back on the bed, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress and placing the tray
between them. “How do you feel?”

Griffin considered it. “Better. I’m not
about to run a 5K or anything, but I definitely feel a little stronger and more
clearheaded—” He stopped as he realized what the god had just said. “Wait, you
can see my aura?”

Poseidon nodded, applying some marmalade
to a piece of toast. “All gods can. We’re able to see the bioelectrical field
any living creature generates.”

Griffin tried to imagine that. “Must make
looking at things kind of cluttered.”

“Oh, no. It makes the world beautiful.
Humans talk about everything on earth being interconnected. We can actually see
it.” Poseidon took a bite of the toast, and made a face. “I really do have to
work on my cooking skills. Burnt offerings are for the temple, not for
breakfast.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Griffin slathered
marmalade generously over his own piece of toast and washed the somewhat
carbonized bite down with a gulp of tea. “So what does my aura look like?”

Poseidon leaned back, studying him. “Every
aura looks like a cloud of color that follows the living creature’s general
outline,” the god said. “Sparks of light pulse through it, indicating the flow
of life force. Right now, your aura looks rather like static on a television
screen, which is unsurprising considering your illness. But I can already see
streaks of orange showing through the grey. I suspect that when you’re healthy
your aura will be a mix of orange and yellow.”

“Not blue?” Griffin took another sip of
tea. “I mean, I am a marine biologist.”

The god chuckled. “Your career doesn’t
reflect your aura color. Take Ian, for example. He’s a storm god, and yet his
aura is bright gold.”

“Do colors have anything to do with
personality?”

“They tend to, yes. Those with warmer
colors in their aura tend to be more passionate.”

Griffin’s groin tightened pleasurably at
the tone in Poseidon’s voice. “So you’re saying I’m passionate?” he teased.

The god’s eyes twinkled, and he leaned
closer. The scent of clean male, salt air, and something deliciously musky
drifted from him. “You have a warm and generous heart,” Poseidon said, “a fierce
spirit that is an utter delight to interact with, and a body I want to worship
in close and intimate detail. And this is you at a mere percentage of your
total power. When you’re fully healed, my love, I suspect you will be able to
set mountains on fire with your passion.”

Griffin found the compliment absurdly
pleasing. “Next time, I bet we’ll set the world on fire,” he said.

A slow, wonderful smile lit Poseidon’s
face. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For saying that there will be another
time. I wasn’t sure if you would be willing.”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t ache a
little.” Well, a lot. “But I enjoyed it.” He grinned. “Leilani always wanted to
try playing with my ass. Now I wish I’d said yes.”

“Good.” Poseidon grinned back. “I enjoyed
it greatly, as well.”

“I figured. Just be aware that it’s going
to take me some time to get used to this, all right?”

The god’s grin dimmed a bit. “What do you
mean?”

“I never even let a woman stick a finger
up my bum before, and here I am more than willing to let you bugger me.” He
fiddled with his piece of toast. “I suppose I’m just feeling a little
conflicted here.”

“Ah, I see.” Poseidon pulled his legs onto
the bed, sitting in a neat tailor’s seat. “I’m afraid that mindset dates back
to the ancient Greeks.”

“What mindset?”

“That it’s unmanly to take the receptive
role in sex. I take it that’s what’s bothering you?”

Griffin felt like squirming under the bald
statement. “Look, I’m not bigoted towards gay blokes or anything—”

“I’m not saying you are. It’s a power
dynamic that can happen with gay men as well.” Poseidon looked thoughtful. “Let
me ask you, would you be having these same concerns if you were buggering me?”

“I—” Griffin’s mouth stayed open as he
tried to work that particular question out. “Shit. I guess it would be easier
to accept that way.”

“Unsurprising,” Poseidon said drily.
“Beloved, I am one of the most powerful gods on the planet. In my time I have
razed cities and flooded coastlines, inspired warriors and artists, and have
tumbled more maids and men into bed than I can remember. I have lived for
millennia, and barring an asteroid strike I should continue to live for
millennia more. Would you consider me weak or unmanly in any way?”

Griffin studied the god sitting on the end
of the bed. Poseidon was, quite simply, a paragon of maleness. Memories from
the previous night floated through his mind, seeing Poseidon stretched out next
to him, every muscle and vein on his huge body beautifully delineated. And his cock
was something that would have made Michelangelo scrabble for a hammer and
chisel. “Not in the slightest.”

“And if I said I wanted you to fuck me?”

Griffin froze, tongue suddenly too thick
in his mouth. “You—what?”

Poseidon leaned closer, sea blue eyes deep
enough to drown in. “When you are feeling up to it, Griffin, I want you to fuck
me. I assure you, weak is the last thing I’ll feel.” He sat back a bit. “Right
now, you need my seed inside you, which means that I’ll be topping you. But I
promise you, that won’t always be the case.”