034. Plan
Poseidon thought that Medusa would soon be unable to bear the loneliness and admiration in his heart, and would continue to show her wanton seduction to him like a moth to a flame.
By then, He would have begun to tire of Medusa and would have long since withdrawn from Medusa's illusory love, continuing to flirt and make out with various beautiful lovers and reproduce.
However, the development of things was completely different from what he had imagined. Medusa seemed to be indifferent to the sudden departure and disgust of Poseidon, the god of the sea. She had said touching love words to him before, but now everything seemed like a joke.
On the contrary, Poseidon, the god of the sea, did not care about this as he originally thought. Even though there were many beautiful nymphs around him, the omniscient and omnipotent Poseidon still paid attention to Medusa intentionally or unintentionally because of his anger.
But until "intentionally or unintentionally" became "all the time", the indifferent Medusa still did not appear, and Poseidon's temper became more and more violent, and he vented his anger on innocent people wantonly.
Many nymphs already knew the temper of Poseidon, the god of the sea, but this time it was still beyond their expectations. More importantly, no one knew where the anger of the god of the sea came from. All of this came inexplicably.
"Why is His Majesty the Sea God in such a bad mood lately?"
"Is it because the respected Queen of the Sea Amphitrite ruthlessly left His Majesty the Sea God?"
"But why do I feel like it's because of Medusa?"
"How is that possible? His Majesty Poseidon, the God of the Sea, has clearly despised her!"
"Yes, she's just an ordinary woman from the mainland. How could His Majesty the Sea God be deceived by her?"
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The discussion among the crowd did not produce any substantial answers or results. The nymphs serving the sea god still could not avoid the fate of being bullied and beaten by Poseidon, even Hylia, who was gradually waking up from her love.
But Hylia's heart was kind after all. She couldn't bear to see her infatuated sister Eunice being tortured by the sea god. The first thing she thought of was Medusa, whom she hated so much in the past, and planned to ask her for help.
However, when she arrived at Medusa's door, before she could knock, the door suddenly opened, and the beautiful figure suddenly appeared in front of her.
After not seeing each other for a while, Medusa looked even more vivid and intense than Hylia remembered, like a delicate flower blooming under the ice and snow, firm and powerful, making people unable to desecrate her but also unable to control themselves to get close to her.
Medusa did not stop during this period of "being rejected", not only because she personally killed her own child in that metaphorical dream, as if she had completed a transformation, but also because Medusa was very clear about what she wanted and set up a foolproof plan.
Therefore, in the eyes of others, Medusa naturally became more different.
At this moment, she also saw the nymph Helia appear at her door. She paused slightly, then smiled at her but nodded distantly.
At that moment, Hylia seemed to suddenly understand why Poseidon, the high and mighty god of the sea who never cared about any lover, cared so much about Medusa.
Because her every move is so graceful, her every frown and smile is so heart-warming, and most importantly, unlike the nymphs who can be summoned and dismissed at will, Medusa has the courage to ignore Poseidon, the god of the sea, and seems to be struggling with him.
Helia suddenly realized that the woman in front of her seemed to possess something that many nymphs and even many women did not have, that was a kind of persistence in herself and an independent charm. In the sea ruled by Poseidon, the god of the sea, it was no wonder that she attracted his attention.
Looking at her wandering figure, Helia suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly chased after her. Just as he was about to ask his former enemy to save his sisters, he saw that Medusa's figure had stopped outside the bedroom of His Majesty the Sea God.
Medusa suddenly stretched out her hand and boldly opened the door.
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On the other hand, when Poseidon, the god of the sea, noticed that she had left her room and was coming towards him, the anger in his heart inexplicably disappeared, and he even became excited and impatient.
Soon, just as Poseidon expected, Medusa pushed open the door of his bedroom after a slight hesitation.
Poseidon stared at the woman in front of him with his burning gaze. At this moment, his heart seemed to be completely smoothed out, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart - she finally came to him.
In the dark and lightless sea water, the appearance of Medusa almost illuminated the entire palace. Her face was gorgeous but her expression was calm, yet she seemed to have more strength and flexibility than before, which immediately allowed Poseidon, the god of the sea who had nowhere to vent, to find the outlet he had longed for.
But who would have thought that Medusa didn't even look at Poseidon. Instead, her gaze moved downwards and looked at Eunice who was lying on the ground in a miserable state.
Medusa suddenly frowned, then swam to the side of Poseidon, the god of the sea, and gently helped the nymph up from the ground.
Seeing this, Helia ignored her complicated emotions and fear towards Poseidon. She lowered her head, stepped forward and helped poor Eunice up, hoping to take her away quickly.
Poseidon, the god of the sea, naturally did not expect that Medusa would finally come to him after such a long time, not because of her love and seduction for him, but for a little nymph.
Seeing a hint of sympathy on Medusa's face, Poseidon even felt a hint of empathy from her expression, which rekindled his anger that had originally subsided.
He had been so patient with this woman, why should she feel the same way?!
At the same time, noticing the increasing pressure around Poseidon, Medusa also realized that she might have angered the sea god, so she turned and pushed Hylia away, who was supporting Eunice. Hylia quickly disappeared with the other party, and for a while, only Medusa and Poseidon were left here.
The atmosphere was stagnant, as if even the sea water had slowed down its flow.
But Medusa seemed completely unconcerned. Her expression began to change little by little. When she looked aggrieved, she suddenly reached out and buried her head in the sturdy and strong body of Poseidon, the god of the sea. Her words were filled with innocence and blame, "I miss you so much. Why haven't you come to see me recently?"
Poseidon didn't move, just looked down at her quietly.
Sensing Poseidon's silence, Medusa raised her beautiful face with a gentle look in her eyes, "Did I do something wrong? I'm so scared that you don't want me anymore..."
Poseidon sneered, but in the end he said nothing, because he longed for Medusa and reasonably preset a desolate situation for Medusa. He thought that as an ignorant and weak woman, Medusa might have just shown that expression because she was frightened by Eunice's miserable condition. After all, when facing the majestic and powerful Poseidon, what she said must be sincere.
Thinking of this, his mood quickly became cheerful. Besides, she had come to him on her own initiative after all, and it was inevitable that she would be jealous and worried because of his "favor" to other nymphs.
After all, she was just a weak woman, and she couldn't suppress her urgent emotions so quickly.
At this moment, Poseidon thought that he had easily obtained a large part of Medusa, especially since the woman in front of him was looking at him with a bit of love in her eyes.
However, He still felt it was not enough. He wanted Medusa's entire body and soul. He wanted her tiny body to give birth to his offspring. He wanted her to become one with him...
Even if it was just an imagination, Poseidon couldn't help but be moved. The joy reached every part of the sea god's body, prompting him to immediately and ruthlessly plunder the woman in his arms. So, his rough hands reached out to her lower abdomen with familiarity, and his palms continued to wander downwards to explore, determined to find the entrance to capture.
Medusa in his arms couldn't help but close her eyes in satisfaction, revealing an impatient expression. At the same time, her soft little hand held Poseidon's big hand, entangled ambiguously.
Poseidon originally wanted to continue forcefully so that she would no longer have the strength to do these seductive little movements, but somehow, he who was eager to completely tame Medusa suddenly felt that perhaps these techniques that were very useful for ordinary women were not very useful for Medusa.
She was so different that even Poseidon, the god of the sea, would feel itchy and scratch his head because he couldn't completely get her. Therefore, when he suddenly remembered the ridiculous words Medusa said last time, when she said she wanted to do something more romantic with him, Poseidon couldn't help but stop his actions...
What would it be like if the Medusa in front of you showed you a smile and love from the bottom of her heart?
Of course, Poseidon didn't care about these things, but he just wanted to see Medusa, who had hatred, disgust and even unyieldingness at the beginning, being trained by himself, the god who had forced and humiliated her, to become a bitch who devoted all her love and dignity to him.
Such temptation is irresistible to any man, and it is even more tempting than pure possession.
So, Poseidon endured the surging desire in his stomach and stopped his hands abruptly. He held the obedient Medusa in his arms and slowly swam out of this huge golden palace.
Although Medusa looked very confused, she didn't ask anything, which made Poseidon, who was the one who had the final say, satisfied with her tact.
After all, Poseidon is the ruler of the ocean, and he can command all creatures on the seabed to follow him automatically without even speaking.
Surrounded by colorful fish and active underwater animals, Poseidon just floated under Medusa and looked at her quietly. The misty sea water reflected the sun's light and sparkled. The bright and beautiful corals swayed with the water flow, emitting a faint fluorescence, making the whole scene psychedelic.
Any woman would be overwhelmed by such romance and companionship.
"You said you wanted to spend every peaceful moment with me... Do you like it?"
Poseidon's deep voice suppressed his greedy desires, and the underwater scenery that drove all the animals and plants was indeed beautiful, but Medusa knew his true face, and she just wanted to vomit in her heart. She almost thought that such a despicable god had really fallen in love with her.
Perhaps under her seduction and temptation, Poseidon, the god of the sea, did develop very special feelings for her, but it was absolutely impossible for her to believe that a god could have true love.
But Medusa certainly couldn't express her inner feelings. She revealed a lively and surprised smile, her eyes sparkling. She immediately reached out and hugged Poseidon tightly. "I really love it! But what I like even more is having you by my side, enjoying these beautiful views with me..."
Poseidon was very pleased with this feedback. In such sea water, he swam slowly with Medusa, who had no experience of the seabed, like a male animal showing his territory to a female, or like an ordinary man who wanted to please a woman.
However, Poseidon, the god of the sea, was not aware of this.
And since this "romantic" underwater journey took place in full view of the public, it was naturally no secret.
The intimacy and passion between Poseidon and Medusa, even the details of it, were spread secretly.
"No way, His Majesty the Sea God is hooking up with that lowly woman from the mainland again?"
"What on earth does this woman have to offer? Why can't even a powerful deity like His Majesty the Seagod, who has countless lovers, let her go?"
"Your Highness Triton, tell me, you've done so much for Medusa, and we've all seen it, but how could she treat you like this?"
Several little nymphs looked at Triton with indignant eyes, and Triton showed a bitter smile on his face, "How can I compare to my father?"
"Stop talking. This isn't something you can discuss. My father knows everything that happened on the seabed, but he's also very broad-minded and doesn't care about it."
Hearing what Triton said, the little nymphs were so scared that they shut their mouths and dared not mention it again.
Triton was actually not surprised at all by this matter. Thinking about what his father had said before, that he expected Medusa to give birth to a child for him, it was obvious.
Therefore, Triton was surprised that his father had neglected Medusa and favored other women.
But now things have returned to what was expected. Although he has made sufficient mental preparations, his heart still aches.
Fate, fate!
Why would he let the woman he loved become his father's lover?
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Poseidon hadn't touched Medusa for a while, and he began to miss her all the time, especially since her temperament seemed to have undergone an indescribable change. He began to desire her more frequently, all day and all night, and even almost forgot his duties.
However, Medusa's belly was really strange. She had obtained all the rain and dew from Poseidon, the god of the sea, but there was still no movement. The greedy Poseidon was naturally not satisfied with this. Heirs were also what he wanted from Medusa... but things fell into an awkward circle at this time.
He moved back and forth, sometimes vigorously, sometimes slowly, tirelessly and patiently. Looking at the sobbing Medusa beneath him, he gritted his teeth and whispered in her ear, "You're just a monster who came here specifically to seduce me, right? Even a monster can conceive because of my strength, so why can't you?"
Medusa slowly opened her eyes, revealing a mixture of pain and innocence. She guided Poseidon's hand up and down, but at the same time sighed, "I also want to bear a child of yours, but I'm afraid..."
She hesitated to speak, as if she couldn't say the following words.
Poseidon naturally had no patience. Like a master craftsman, he diligently and proudly increased the intensity and frequency of his grinding and tinkering, as if determined to get the answer. "What are you afraid of?"
Medusa couldn't help crying. She bit Poseidon's strong shoulder fiercely until she finally calmed down from the long and endless torture. Then she finally spoke softly with a hoarse and deep voice, "A lowly woman like me...even if, well, even if...I really give birth to your offspring in the future, it will at most be...a weak and lowly demigod."
"You must be aware that the goddess I once worshipped, Athena, loathes me to the core... If I were harmed, I wouldn't mind at all... But what if our offspring were also harmed?"
"He dares?!" Poseidon sneered, hugged the slender Medusa tightly in his arms and continued to explore, but his eyes became sinister.
Medusa's voice was filled with sobs, perhaps because she was thinking about her own future or because of Poseidon's tirelessness, but she did not stop worrying. "But, um...but you have many lovers and children. What if, what if you were careless..."
She tried hard not to sink into the happy yet torturous sea of desire. Every word she said was prepared long ago. At the same time, Medusa did not forget to stretch out her tone, as if she wanted to hide all the vicious hatred and carefully prepared traps in this long pause and throw them at him with all her strength.
"I heard, ha... that Dionysus, the god of wine, was originally just a demigod. But because he was the child of Zeus, the king of gods, he was repeatedly favored, escaped the persecution of Hera, the queen of gods, and even became one of the twelve main gods..."
"I really am not convinced on your behalf. You are so powerful, why can't you do it?"
At this time, Poseidon, the god of the sea, was already deeply trapped in the temptation of Medusa. At the same time, Medusa, crying out in fear, once again lingered on his cheek with her fingers shining with golden light. The light quickly disappeared into the sun's acupoint of Poseidon and began to take effect.
Soon, His heart began to beat violently, and His movements became more fierce, causing the already powerless Medusa to almost faint from the painful torture. Fortunately, she said everything she had to say and did everything she had to do.
Yes, as long as Poseidon, the god of the sea, reaches the top of Olympus, he can make those despicable gods who are his enemies fall into Tartarus forever, and he can have all the supreme power. Whoever he wants to become the main god will become the main god, and whoever he wants to become his queen will become his queen.
In fact, this was not the first time that Medusa had guided Poseidon in this way. He himself had the same intention, but Poseidon was not stupid. He had always been wary of her before, and he was also very clear about the gap between himself and his brother Zeus, the king of gods.
However, his ambition, which had been growing stronger under the repeated influence of Medusa, began to gradually exceed Poseidon's control. At that moment, something suddenly surged above his head. As his body climbed to the peak, his mind seemed to follow suit. Passing through layers of clouds, in the vast vision, he saw a majestic and gorgeous golden throne inlaid with countless treasures and carved with intricate patterns. It was even more magnificent than his own throne of Poseidon.
Poseidon, the god of the sea, began to daydream in this beautiful fantasy, imagining himself sitting there powerful and majestic, with all the gods humbly submitting to him, and his descendants would all become the main gods of Olympus. The humble woman in his arms who loved him at least had some blood of the original sea god Pontus. The identity of the queen of the gods was certainly not worthy of her, and even a nymph would be more natural than her. But no matter what, their descendants should at least become respected gods and enjoy the offerings of the world.
Thinking of this, Poseidon's desire to replace Zeus became stronger at this moment. Of course, he also knew that he could not compete with the other party in terms of strength, but this desire had reached the point where it could not be suppressed. Even venting it on Medusa would be of no avail.
But things are not impossible. Not everyone has no opinion on Zeus. As long as Poseidon makes a sufficiently complete plan, perhaps this scene will come in the near future.
Poseidon smiled happily. While greedily pouring all of himself into Medusa, he couldn't help but reach out and caress her smooth and white cheek. His fingers were slightly sunk into it, as if he wanted to leave his mark. His expression was full of greed that he himself couldn't even detect.
"You are right, my Medusa. Why can't I?"
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