032. Offense
Hearing his father's words, Triton's face suddenly changed. If he had felt powerless towards Medusa before, now, thinking that Medusa was about to give birth to a child for his father and become the mother of his younger brother or sister, he felt dizzy and could hardly breathe.
It was like a chasm that completely separated him from Medusa.
Triton found it hard to believe that his beloved Medusa seemed to truly have earned her father's heartfelt love, even allowing him to overlook his mother's departure and to deliberately allow her to bear the Sea God's child...
Every point made the hand in Triton's heart squeeze his heart tighter and tighter, just on the edge of breaking.
However, for Triton, who was still feeling aggrieved, he simply did not have the courage to disobey his father again. Even if he took the risk of finding his mother or grandfather, he doubted that things would change.
Even though he was the son of Poseidon, the god of the sea, all the strength in his body seemed insignificant when the object of his disobedience was his own father.
In the sea, no one can defy Poseidon, the god of the sea.
Perhaps, this was fate, and Triton could only accept it silently.
At this moment, his pain seemed to be a pleasure to his father on the golden throne. He was looking at him with a half-smile, as if he was satisfied that he had sent Triton into the hell of Tartarus with just a few words.
Triton took a long time to calm down in such an embarrassing atmosphere, and finally forced an ugly smile and politely said goodbye to his father.
As he turned to leave, the ugly smile on Triton's face quickly disappeared. He slowly swung his heavy tail, and the almost invisible darkness in his heart began to gradually expand, like a deep whirlpool that was about to swallow his heart completely.
At this moment, Triton thought of Medusa's whisper in his ear at that time.
She said, she said...
—Triton, go and rebel against your father.
The moment he swam out of his father's palace, Triton stopped and turned his head with a complicated expression to look at this great god who was high above but lonely. He enjoyed the respect of the world, but seemed to be humbly immersed in illusory love and happiness, and his face gradually became distant and blurred.
It blurred the blood ties between them and also blurred the distinction between superiors and inferiors.
As the offspring of the sea god, Triton felt that he was in more and more pain. Through this pain, a very terrible idea ignited in his heart.
Legend has it that in order to escape the day and night harassment of the first generation king of gods Uranus, Gaia made a scimitar and asked the second generation king of gods Kronos to castrate his father with it. Only then was Gaia finally freed①.
if……
Thinking of this, Triton's breathing became heavier, and he even began to tremble uncontrollably.
However, a weapon capable of castrating a god must be extremely powerful. How could Triton have such a weapon?
According to legend, the scimitar should be imprisoned in the purgatory of Tartarus together with Knoros, which is a synonym for hell, wrapped in three layers of darkness and three bronze doors, and guarded by a hundred-armed giant.
Coincidentally, these three bronze doors were made by his father, Poseidon, the god of the sea. If anyone or a god broke in, it would be difficult not to alarm him.
Therefore, Triton was slightly pulled back to a more calm side because of this absolutely impossible thing. He was vaguely relieved because he didn't have to take such a big risk, but he also completely lost all thoughts.
Triton couldn't help but laugh at himself. Medusa was a woman he could never get his hands on. Even though his father disliked her, there was no possibility of anything happening between them.
Perhaps, he still chose to bury all these feelings deeply and pretend that they had never happened. This was the best choice for both of them.
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The sea god sat on his own throne. He waited for a long time, but Medusa did not take the initiative to come to him. Although only a few hours had passed since they separated, this made him feel impatient.
Since his wife Amphitrite had already left the sea area, Poseidon's last bit of concern disappeared, and after thinking about it, he immediately went to where she was.
Medusa had actually woken up a long time ago, but she had been pretending to be asleep.
She still remembered the greedy and dirty look that Poseidon, the god of the sea, had given her before she fell asleep. Even though he hadn't done anything, it was so strong that it made her feel creepy even when she just closed her eyes to rest, as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her. Even now, she still felt disgusted and terrified.
But Medusa had no way to escape, and even had to deliberately seduce him in an ambiguous way, keeping him close yet distant so that he could not extricate himself from her, and then launch a fatal attack.
She was thinking about her own bleak fate in the future and was in pain and worry about it when she suddenly heard the voices of the nymphs passing by.
"Have you heard? The respected Queen of the Sea has left His Majesty the Sea God and gone to her father, the Ocean God!"
"I heard about it. Look...isn't it all because of her?"
"Yeah, that's shameless."
"Shh, be careful she hears you!"
“…”
The delicate voice paused, then became increasingly distant and faint, until finally nothing could be heard.
Medusa had never imagined that Amphitrite, the Queen of the Sea, would leave the sea area after that incident and return to the place where she grew up to find her father.
Of course, this is not a bad thing for Medusa, because in this way the Queen of the Sea will not be able to reveal the secret between them for a long time. For the Queen of the Sea herself, she can also return to her father and temporarily forget the harm and torture brought to her by Poseidon, the god of the sea.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but envy Hai Hou, envious that she at least had a way out.
But there is also a bad thing, that is, Medusa will lose a helper who can help her.
But asking a wife to endure the heartache and help her husband's lover is really asking too much.
Medusa couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Suddenly, she heard an unpleasant collision sound from the door. The water in the room began to surge violently. It was obvious that the visitor did not seem to hide his intentions at all.
She had no doubt that it was the person she hated but had to pretend to obey, Poseidon, the god of the sea.
Medusa was still pretending to be asleep, but the atmosphere in the room gradually became stagnant, and the only sound in her ears was the sound of rushing water.
When she thought that Poseidon would just watch her quietly until she woke up, she didn't expect that in the next second, Medusa suddenly felt something touching her ankle, and the itchiness almost woke her up.
But this seemed to be just the beginning. The touch moved up at an extremely slow pace, ambiguously and stickily, provoking her fragile nerves.
Poseidon, the god of the sea, looked at her exposed long legs and his eyes darkened. Her skin was very sensitive. Wherever his fingers touched, extremely fine hairs stood up, first on her calves and then in the hollows of her legs, as if welcoming his arrival.
His gaze shifted to the "sleeping" Medusa. Her eyeballs moved rapidly, and she had obviously woken up.
Poseidon couldn't help but chuckle, his jumping fingers moving upwards, about to begin his wet and dark exploration.
Medusa finally couldn't pretend anymore. She suddenly pushed his hand away, stood up and pretended to have just woken up, and looked at Poseidon who suddenly appeared in front of her with sleepy eyes.
"Ah!" She said innocently, blushing and her eyes rolling. "Why are you here?"
Poseidon didn't pierce her, but his palm continued to cover the previous place, and the other hand suddenly hugged her in his arms. His strong masculine aura invaded her, and he buried his head in her shoulders and neck, leaving her with almost nowhere to escape.
But Medusa pushed him away and tried to change the subject.
"My respected Poseidon, I seemed to have vaguely heard a passing nymph talking about the Sea Queen. I heard she left. Is this true?"
Poseidon, the god of the sea, stopped and stared at her uninterested face with his deep eyes, feeling unhappy.
Therefore, He naturally acted completely unconcerned about this question, saying in an elegant tone, "Isn't that... great? This way, she won't bother us anymore."
He chuckled softly, his deep eyes revealing indescribable joy. His hands unknowingly stripped off the clothes she hadn't had time to put on for a while. Looking at the bright red blush on her chest, he suddenly lowered his head and tasted it solemnly.
"But..." Medusa struggled, continuing to obstruct, "Won't you anger Oceanus, the god of the ocean?"
The sudden mention of another god's name immediately interrupted Poseidon's interest. His expression darkened, and he suddenly grasped her legs, forcing her closer to him. His movements weren't gentle, but they were far superior to the sheer brutality of the previous one. Meanwhile, Poseidon ruthlessly caressed their scorching connection, seemingly on the verge of achieving a union of body and soul.
Medusa was obviously very suspicious and uneasy about Poseidon's impatience, but she had no better way now. Because of her disgust for him, her heart was dry at this moment. In order to relieve the pain, she had to take the initiative to kiss the powerful god in front of her, asking for some mercy.
Faced with such a submissive Medusa, Poseidon was obviously in a much happier mood. He couldn't help but whisper in her ear with a hoarse voice, "Good girl, you should not care about insignificant gods."
His voice was like a thirsty traveler in the desert, longing for the sweet spring water. "You should serve me well, give birth to many children for me, and obey me from the bottom of your heart..."
"Medusa...Medusa."
His mumbling was his own name, just like Medusa was a charming and enchanting fairy that captivated people's hearts. Even the sea god who looked down upon the sea and was believed by the world could not resist the temptation.
But Medusa's body suddenly tensed up, and the evil words almost frightened her to tremble.
She had always worried about giving birth to Poseidon's child, and this fear would clench her throat late at night, becoming one of her most terrifying nightmares.
But she didn't know whether it was because of her good luck or for some other reason, but she hadn't felt anything unusual so far. Therefore, in this battle, Medusa was lucky and had not been completely defeated before she could get her revenge.
However, when she heard Poseidon, the god of the sea, say this, she began to fear the fact that what he longed for and had a high probability of coming true.
Why can a woman be forced to give birth to a child she doesn't want?
But anger was useless. Medusa entangled His large palms and looked at the powerful man with charming eyes, as if she was making trouble for no reason. "But I don't want to."
Poseidon, the god of the sea, paused, and his eyes gradually cleared from the fog of love and desire.
But just as He was about to get angry at Medusa's repeated rejections and refusals, He saw her raise the corner of her lips meaningfully, "If I get pregnant, how can we still have fun?"
"Now I just want you to...LICK ME."
Medusa's tongue made a light sound, and every word she spoke seemed to be infused with charm.
Beneath the sea surface shrouded in dim light, Poseidon, the god of the sea, was stunned, and then he became uncontrollably angry. However, the mere thought of him lowering his proud head to serve this humble and wanton woman in front of him, that anger was immediately followed by extreme excitement, which kept stirring him up.
No lover had ever dared to make such an offensive request to Poseidon, the god of the sea, but such an offense was a tempting taboo for the irritable Poseidon, especially for Medusa, who longed for his love.
Poseidon never believed that any woman could keep her heart under such entanglement and conquest.
But perhaps because Poseidon's expression was too complicated, or perhaps because he had been daydreaming for too long, Medusa's face showed a hint of grievance. "If you don't want to, then forget it. After all, how can a dirty woman like me ask for so much?"
She pushed Poseidon, the god of the sea, away sadly and lonely, picked up her clothes and wanted to leave.
How could Poseidon not know that this was her strategy of playing hard to get? But even so, he could no longer tolerate the moody woman in front of him. He threw her hard onto the bed, and then eagerly kissed her amidst her struggle and resistance, gradually penetrating deeper and deeper as she trembled violently.
Medusa's love must be as sweet as what she tasted at that moment.
And no matter how difficult it is to obtain, it is destined to be His.
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