- III -
Medusa took several clumsy steps backwards into the room with her head lowered. "I –I'm sorry. You startled me," she said with a faltering voice, a hand clutching her chest at an attempt to calm herself. When her eyes lifted off the floor to the person at the doorway, she could not help but cover her mouth to muffle a cry and quickly turn around. Her heart began racing again, but this time for an entirely different reason.
Poseidon smirked with fingers coiled in the air from playing with the child's hair. He had been standing behind her, only mere centimeters away from her body. Oh, how he wanted then to just grab her, rip apart that pathetic excuse for a garment, and make love to her right there from behind. Yet he restrained himself, for he wanted to spill her virgin blood beneath the statue of his rival Athena and not some random wall of the temple. His lust-filled eyes now lined the form of the girl's slender body as he entered the room.
The silence in the air was disconcerting, but Medusa was speechless. How was she to confront a naked man? The hand previously on her mouth glided to her cheek to feel the burning sensation there. Why was he even naked? Then her eyes sparked as she realized the truth, but before she could fully analyze the situation, a strong arm circled her waist and gently pulled her into an embrace.
With the other hand on her shoulder, Poseidon burrowed his nose in the curls of the maiden's hair, thoroughly enjoying the scent and sensation. He closed his eyes and found his way to her ear, "Do you know who I am, young one?"
Medusa's voice was frozen, and so was her body. In all her life of training to be a priestess and practicing celibacy, she was forbidden to engage in any sort of intimate contact with the opposite sex. Therefore, for a moment her body gave in to this new pleasure, enjoying how her flesh tingled whenever his breath coursed over her neck or whenever their skins touched; though, when he spoke again, she snapped back into reality, and the ambitions of her mind overpowered the ambitions of her body.
Poseidon, receiving no answer to his question, chuckled, "It is good you do not know. Let us keep it that way," and the hand on her waist began its slow descent along her thigh to lift her skirt as his other hand moved across her collarbone to pull her face to him so that he may kiss her. Before he could accomplish anything however, the maiden sprang from his grasps and sprinted past him out of the room. At first, Poseidon was dumbfounded, maybe even a little vexed. Never had a mortal rejected his advances. Then, the corners of his lips twitched and tugged itself into a maniacal grin. Oh, this was going to be fun. At that thought, he swung around, dashed out the door, and tore through the hallway like a voracious beast.