Who: Poseidon and Amphitrite What: Sexual attraction When: Tuesday, Nov. 30 2010 Where: Their place Warnings: Sexual content
When Poseidon' arrived home he would not find Amphitrite in her birthday suit. Nor would he find her only in her tighty whities. Instead, he would find her fully clothed on the couch, flipping through a Victoria's Secret magazine. An 'X" was marked here and there on items she liked... which was almost everything in the magazine. As for a new wardrobe, she would buy what she wanted whether or not she had his approval.
She heard the familiar snap of a door shutting and the heavy footsteps of her dearly beloved husband. "I want you, I need you," she said in an uninterested voice that carried from living room to the front door. She could be a frisky little minx when she wanted to and she knew what her man liked, which was why she hadn't fulfilled his request.
Standing slowly, she turned so that she was sitting backwards on the couch in order to see him. Her chin rested in her hand and she leaned forward. "Take me now," her voice had changed very suddenly to an aggressive tone.
He should have known better than to think Amphitrite listened to him. Finding her not waiting for him just made him reel with annoyance. She liked mocking him if only to make him angry and jealous.
Stalking forward Poseidon gave her an devilish smirk, snatching the magazine from her hands, his hands settling on the back of the couch so he could match her eyes.
"Are you toying with me, woman?" His voice with a husky overtone as he threw out his deep demand. He didn't like when she played games. He wasn't exactly the most delicate when it came to perusing. His eyes snaked down her body and back to meet hers. "You shouldn't do that."
It was a rare occasion that Amphitrite was the dutiful, happy little wife and did as she was told. Life threatening situations and the occasional wanting to have a sweet moment were few and far between. Besides, pissing off Poseidon was a favorite pastime. Riling him up got her going and there was something about that angry expression that was too hot to pass up.
She didn't flinch when he took the magazine, nor did she look away when he came so close. There was a mischievous little grin on her face.
She leaned forward so that their lips might touch but stopped just before they met. "Is that a threat?" She said in a dark whisper. She knew he wouldn't actually hurt her, but by the gods she had come to love how rough he got. It made things more exciting.
Poseidon laughed at her jest. "Oh honey, you know better than to ask that question." His voice was nothing more than a growl, lip twitching upward, looking as if he could wring her neck. "It's more than a threat," he said darkly, positioning a finger under her chin forcefully.
She'd never leave his side, and quite truthfully he'd never let her. Through all their bickering, there was something that always pulled him back to her.
That devilish smirk moved higher as he seemed amused by her defiance. There was always something a little more pleasurable with the ones that made him run after them. Amphitrite was just one of the few women, if the only one to know how to play his tune and what buttons to push. She was also the only woman to see a little deeper past the moody god and his hurtful demands.
Her eyes searched him. For a short moment she could have been nothing more than a sweet and innocent maiden caught and awaiting her captors next move. Except that she was not sweet, and she was certainly not innocent. Maidenhood had left her centuries ago.
The beginning of their marriage had been filled with real struggles on her part. Had he not begged her to be his wife she might have ended up just like the rest of the unfortunate women who had crossed his path. She was the one who had got away in such a sense that she hadn't been raped and humiliated.
There was a gentleness in the next moment, such a kiss that Amphitrite couldn't possibly be capable of. That neither of them could be capable of. But it was so tender and pure that in that moment the love between them was shown through their bickering and moodiness. But that moment quickly changed into such a ravishing and hungry kiss that she pulled him closer. Wherever he took her from here it better damn well be good.
Amphitrite was the only woman to get away from his advances and he actually feel something beyond pure physical attraction. For that moment where she let herself play sweet he felt a hitch in his throat. Only Poseidon wasn't sweet, he was mean and rough, just like the rough waters against the rocky shore. Her near biting kiss reeled him in, and he groped her mouth with that same lust.
Swinging himself over the couch, her pushed her down against the cushions, nipping and biting at her lip. "Say please," he whispered darkly, his hands heavy against the curves of her body, pressing her against him.
Before her life with Poseidon Amphitrite could have lived on happily as a virginal sea goddess with nothing more important than to take care of her home. But fate was a fickle thing and Amphitrite could not change her own. That's not to say she wasn't happy with her new life. At least she was used to it now. And Poseidon had rubbed off on her in certain mannerisms.
Ah, just what she expected. She may have her moments of pride but damn she did love getting what she wanted. Now was not a moment to test the waters, especially not when they had a bet going; she needed something to tide her over. "Please, baby. Please," she said with hunger in her voice. Even as she said it her fingers were hard at work getting his shirt off.
Had she been any other woman, then she wouldn't have been his wife. In many respects their relationship paralleled that of Zeus and Hera. The difference? Amphitrite wanted to be with him despite his transgressions. It was not something that went unnoticed by the great sea king, but he wouldn't let her ever feel she could leave him.
He wanted her to beg, wanted her to need him for she was a small fulfillment in the emptiness that surrounded him. He growled in her ear, fingers tightening against her sides, forcing her out of her clothes before she could get his shirt over his head.
Once bare skin found bare skin he sat up, pressing her so tightly against him he could hear her gasp for breath, the thump of her chest against his.
The unfortunate part of being a queen? The fact that the king was never satisfied with his wife. In this case, Amphitrite had blessed Poseidon with children. Lots of them and yet she felt at times that neither that nor she was enough. It drove her crazy at times but in the end it was she who he returned to. It was she who saw a very deep, very hidden side of him. And she wouldn't betray that side to anyone. Perhaps joke about it, but certainly never reveal that he had a rare instance of gentleness. Not that she liked it. She had actually grown accustomed to how rough he was.
Though only seconds before she had looked as though she could slap him, she now feigned surprise at how quickly he removed her clothes. But she wasn't surprised at all. In fact, a lustful grin had replaced her look of surprise so quickly that it might never have even been there.
Her legs wrapped around him, pushing upward, longing for more. Her breath was already short and shallow but she had enough energy to go all night. Her 'claws' were already working their magic against the soft skin of his back.
A smirk of pleasure perked against his lips, always making him look as dangerous as he could be. A dark, brooding storm that lashed out at those that dared to enter. To most he was cold, but this little nymph had found warmth that he rarely showed. When he did it was enough to give her something to hang onto. She had her rarities as well, though she only pulled those out when she seemed almost desperate to keep him around a little longer.
Fingers dug into her thighs, biting on her lower lip when her nails dug against his back. Beaten and bruised, there was no better way to have her. At that, he wanted a little more leverage. He liked being dominant over her and so stood long enough with her still wrapped tightly around him as he moved from the couch to the living room table where every object was thrashed off. There he pressed her back against it's cold surface, de-tangling from her long enough to undo his pants in which there was a moment of teasing when he released the zipper but left them on, pressing up against her.
She needed to beg more. His lips were hot against her ear, taunting and teasing her with those secret whispers that no other woman would ever get from him.
There was once a time when they very look frightened her. Frightened her enough to make her go into hiding. Now, however, she had grown fond of and had even come to love that look. Even so, there was a part of her that wanted soft kisses and gentle touches. It was futile and she knew it, so she never asked.
There were no cries or surprised shouts of pain, but there were little grunts and moans that showed her own pleasure. The cold of the table made her gasp, however short it was. As he started on his pants she stared up at him with such lust in her eyes. And then a sudden, heavy disappointment came when he didn't remove them.
That all seemed to vanish when he started those whisperings. Those words that were reserved for her and her alone. Words that would both forever haunt her and that she would always long to hear. Love, want, only you, his only Queen. Even her own words betrayed her in these moments of passion, but she didn't care. All she wanted was him. And she would have him, just as he would have her.
She melted underneath him, legs wrapped around him as if at any moment he'd leave again. Something in between those heavy, heated whispers and her own he stopped. He looked at her then with heavy breath and a pounding heartbeat. She really was sensationally beautiful and all his. What may have been a gentle pause was quickly pushed away when he spread her legs just slightly to move lusty kisses down her neck to navel. A nice hot trail of his tongue and lips to make her whimper.
When he reached her navel he raked his teeth against that soft skin before standing back up and undoing what was left of his clothes.
And Amphitrite would only continue to remind him that he wanted her. That he needed her. That none other would be good enough no matter how wild or passionate they might be. She was the one who had given herself willingly, albeit after much begging on his part (which she would never, ever let him forget thank you very much) and therefore all the more worthy of him. She herself was of the sea, once an innocent little nymph without a care in the world. Now she was a passionate, hungry goddess who needed to prove her worth every second of the day. She meant it when she had threatened to off any woman she caught him with, and she meant to keep that promise. But for now it was entirely about them.
She bit her lip, watching him hungrily. An impatient little grunt issued from her throat. If he didn't hurry up she would have to strap him down. As soon as his clothes were off completely she grabbed hold of him and pulled him back onto her.
Poseidon grunted at her needy grasp, forcefully yanking her down so that her legs were snaked around him. Her nails dug back into his skin as he levitated over her, that snaky expression on his face that meant she had his undivided attention. He loved when she jerked him around, his feisty little nymph. She proved herself enough, but Poseidon wasn't as easily bored as he was seeking out something to feed that bottomless pit that spurned deep inside him.
He devoured her mouth, sucking against her lips, tangling tongues aggressively while his hands wrapped around her wrists and slid them up over her head.
He'd better not be bored with her. If she ever thought he was he'd be in deep. But she knew in that moment that his mind would not be lingering. She could feel him against her. Her own strained, hungry voice now growled in his ear. Words which had only ever been spoken to him in these moments. Words which she wouldn't dare utter to any other.
She pushed her hips upward, feeling him against her. The control he had over her was intoxicating. Adrenaline coursed through her as she felt a mingling of fear and excitement. She didn't like not being in control, yet she knew he would not actually hurt her.
Poseidon was far from a delicate man, so when she thrust upward, her own taunting words against his ear his grip on her wrists tightened. While he was the forceful type, there was something loving in his moves that Amphitrite had the pleasure of experiencing, something with a little more tenderness than the cold and dejected bastard he could be.
With her there was a little more than just the sex, but he'd never tell her that directly. She knew without so much as a word as he started that battle between their bodies, mixture of sweat and heat. His hands stayed clamping her wrists to the table, not enough to bruise but enough to keep her from wriggling away. He'd let her have her moment of domination, but not yet.
Any outsider looking in wouldn't have thought there was such a thing as a gentle Poseidon, not by the way he held his own wife down. Yet there was a look on Amphitrite's own face that didn't suggest she wasn't enjoying this. Being dominated over, willingly, was more than fun. It was when it was by force that it became a problem.
A little gasp followed by something between a moan and grunt sounded. Her eyes closed and she fought right along with him. He could have his way with her like this all night and Amphitrite wouldn't have minded. But it was better he didn't know that. He'd probably never let her have her own choice if she ever revealed that precious piece of information.
He could have taken her, bruised and broken instead of bruised and beaten, there was some sick sadistic pleasure in taking a woman by force. Perhaps, despite that, he had no other way of knowing how to approach. Not every conquest turned him down, but Amphitrite was the first to make him fall to his knees and not just for what he could get out of her.
He let her hands go when he was good and ready, covering her moans with his mouth. Now he wanted to feel her hands while he took this a little rougher.