I'm so sorry for not updating in like a year! School tortures my life, and I had to deal with it. It's almost over, YAY!
As a sorry, I'm going to make a lemon, a fluffy one. Enjoy!
Poseidon led Athena to his room, and she had to admit that she didn't like the tension of the air in this place. Like something is about to happen.
Athena looked around, and studied the room. It's a bedroom. Why did he bring me here?
Suddenly, a cold solid enclosed around her wrists, and she gasped as she turned around. Then another set enclosed around her ankles, preventing her escape. The goddess knit her eyebrows and began to squint as the lights turned off, blacking the surroundings.
"Poseidon? Where are you?" she began to question uneasily. Her breath was shaky, and her voice had a soft edge.
From somewhere across the room (Athena bet it was on her right), something wet and cold licked her ear, something soft. She gasped with pleasure in return. Then a chuckle erupted from that same thing.
"How do you feel, submissive?" Poseidon asked as his hand sneaked down her stomach, and to her crotch. She widened her eyes and squirmed from the touch. But she discovered she couldn't.
Helpless.
"I'm not your submissive, Poseidon!" she yelled at him as she felt his hand slipping under her undergarments. He slipped a finger inside her, and she felt her breath getting hungrier, her eyes shutting.
"Oh, really?" Poseidon asked teasingly slipping his finger out. "You're already wet, goddess of wisdom. It's wiser to stay with me like this, you know?" His breath became more ragged. "I want you."