Poseidon landed on the floor with a grunt.

Again. He glared at the goddess that had, once again, beaten him. She was straddling him, keeping him pinned to the ground in a guillotine choke.

Athena laughed as he started pounding the floor, signaling his defeat. He sat up as she let him go, coughing as oxygen slipped back down his throat. Uncaring that he had his back turned on her, but Poseidon had a more pressing issue. He couldn't shake away the feel of her strong thighs underneath her dress as she clutched him down. And how his belly had somersaulted as her hot centre got so close to him, he'd have been able to smell her scent had he let himself too.

"Damn you, Athena."

"I don't know how you still hold on to the belief that you could ever beat me," she snickered. Poseidon got up from the floor and crossed his arms, impatient to end this.

"Alright, a challenge is a challenge, what do you want?"

"Are you sure?" she smirked at him. "Last chance to step back."

"Just get on with it," he sighed.

Her smile widened, which wasn't unexpected. But he didn't expect her to move closer. So close Poseidon was suddenly pressed against a wall and she blocked his way out. Athena was so close to him, Poseidon could feel her skin under her summer silky dress. And she was smiling. Was she going to flip him over again?

"Kiss me."

"What?!"

"I said: kiss me."

"You can't be serious!"

"How so?" She moved half a step back and crossed her arms over her chest, drawing his attention to her well defined chest. "You lost. I won. And we agreed that the winner gets to choose. And this is what I want you to do. Unless you want me to tell the others you got your ass kicked by me. Again. You're becoming easier to beat."

She was absolutely insufferable, he grunted. The worst part was that Poseidon definitely needed a cold shower. Now even more as he felt his body stir at the thought of tasting those lips. He was once again pinned, this time to the wall, her arms pressed at either side of his face and blocking his way out.

"What's wrong, Earthshaker? Scared of little old me?" She chuckled, Poseidon only hoped he wasn't blushing. "Where's your indomitable nature, Poseidon?"

She was lifting his shirt. Athena. Was lifting his t-shirt and brushing the back of her fingers over his lower belly.

And gods didn't it feel good?

Out of all the humiliating ways she could get back at him for his challenge, was this that much of a deal? Her body was so hot, strong, slightly sweaty from their wrestling, her hips well formed and her skin soft.

"As you see fit." He grunted and leaned in.

The kiss didn't last more than a couple of seconds. It was hard, filled with anger and passion, and to his satisfaction he felt Athena shudder in surprise. But she wasn't the only one affected. A chill of electricity ran down his spine, his stomach churned with a scalding warmth he hadn't felt in ages. Poseidon opened his eyes as he swallowed his own gasp of surprise.

His skin tingled at the softness of her lips, the little exhale she let out as she leaned into him. He kissed her again, wanting to see if he hadn't just dreamed that. But no. It was definitely real. She was kissing him back, her hands were already travelling from his shoulders to circle around his neck. He was leaning against the wall that had been trapping him seconds ago. And instead of trying to shove her away, his hands had wandered down to her waist and they were now glued to each other.

Poseidon couldn't comprehend what was happening. Her nose was pressed against his cheek, nuzzling him; her beautiful grey eyes were setting him aflame when she looked at him from under her lashes. One of her hands was cupping his cheek, his kept pressing her against him. But no matter how every alarm blared inside his mind, he couldn't stop himself. His breath was hitching. He didn't want to stop, he didn't feel like he wanted to step out of this strange embrace.

He was getting hard. There was no way she could be missing that. Her breath was hitching a bit, coming out in soft puffs between kisses against his lips. He didn't realise he was squeezing her butt until she gave a breathy gasp. He let go.

"Sorry. I don't know what's–"

"Hush."

His eyes widened as she reclaimed his lips and she dragged her hands up and down his chest. Poseidon closed his eyes as Athena's strong flat hands grinded against his chest, running up and down, feeling him up underneath his shirt. When her tongue pulled into his mouth, he groaned.

What in Hades are we doing?

But Poseidon found himself pressing her hips against his groyne again, letting the friction of her dress against his bermudas slowly send him into a frenzy. His left hand travelled up her well defined spine, amazed by the gentle shift of her strong back as their tongues darted against each other, testing one another for dominance.

Athena gasped, her wide surprised eyes just as alluring as her kissed lips.

Stop this. It's going too far.

But before he could step out, she was tilting his face and peppering his neck with kisses. Poseidon bit back a groan. Who would have thought the tight-lipped, always self-controlled Wisdom goddess could be such a turn on? The way she was unbuttoning his shirt, caressing his chest, brushing past his nipples, as her cheeks burned with colour was one of the most beautiful things he'd experienced until recently. He closed his eyes, trying to focus. He had to stop her. If he let this get much further… Athena nuzzled his collarbone.

"We have to stop this." But Athena grunted in disapproval. "Athena, this isn't you."

"Shut up."

Poseidon gritted his teeth. When had been the last time he'd gotten laid? Years ago? He and Amphitrite hadn't been on good terms for quite a while, their marriage slowly imploding until there was nothing for them to salvage if they wanted to maintain the fragile friendship they had built over the years. But still, this was embarrassing by his standards. Poseidon right now was horny like a dog.

"Your vow."

"Shut it, I said."

"Athena?"

He gasped as her hand cupped his hardening length. She gave a throaty chuckle that was totally unbecoming of a virgin goddess. She was smiling mischievously at him in his state of arousal. He was pretty certain that the glint in her eyes was of pride. He stopped moving as her eyes tracked him up and down, definitely checking him out.

Poseidon barely bit back a groan. He was screwed. How could she be this good at this? He should have definitely fisted himself a bit more these last few days if he couldn't say no to his eternal rival.

"Have you done this before?" He asked with a confused shake of his head.

"What do you think?" She was undoing his trousers. Stop her. He really should do that. He had to stop her.

But he was transfixed by how she worked him, lowering his trousers, slipping the waistband of his boxers down wih expertise and, he bit his lip trying to hold back a deep sigh of pleasure. Tackling his half-erected penis in one hand while she peppered his neck with wet kisses.

She was good. Way too good. Not like a virgin that grabbed a dick for the first time. She didn't squeeze him, no. She used just the right amount of pressure that he felt all his ichor rush down to be with her. He looked up at the ceiling trying to gather the will that kept slipping out of his control.

"Athena, you have to stop this."

"I don't see you trying to stop me. Are you sure that's what you want?" She chuckled against his neck. Could this be leverage against him?

At the thought Poseidon tensed. He darted around, trying to see hidden cameras, anything that could– Athena pulled away, placing a finger on his lips.

Oh gods, Poseidon was fucked. She looked beautiful, rosy lips, smutched makeup. There was hunger as she slipped her thumb over his lower lip, making it bob softly.

"Don't worry, I have as much to lose as you." she promised. But Poseidon struggled to be convinced. "I swear on the Styx, it's only us."

This couldn't be happening, could it? Athena turned his face back in her direction and kissed him, her tongue breaching out, and Poseidon, not one to be dominated, responded without thinking.

"Yes," she breathed out. "Prove me you're the Earthshaker."

"Someone could see us," he grunted.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine."

Next thing he knew, they were in her temple. Poseidon stepped away, the memories of the last time he'd been here with Medusa definitely breaking him out of the trance that was Athena.

But she didn't let go of him. Smirking, she lowered one of the straps of her summer dress, revealing her elegant collarbone and the birth of her perked, rounded breast. Poseidon felt his mouth go dry. She wasn't wearing any bra.

Leave.

But before he could turn, she flushed him against the nearest column and pressed herself to him again. He shuddered, her body felt so soft against his length.

Athena lowered her dress enough for him to see her naked chest. When she brought his hand to her breast, he couldn't help himself and cupped it.

The way her breath hitched and her lashes fluttered sent a spike down his body. He grunted, she wanted this. Almost as much as he wanted her right now.

Ripping her dress further down, he started kissing her chest, quickly making his way to her breasts.

Athena moaned. And Poseidon knew that unless she stopped him, there was no way back.

He turned them around, pinning her to the wall as he freed her from her dress. Her hips buckled against him as he cupped both breasts. He bit down softly on her pulse point, sucking lightly, drawing another moaned from her. He grunted, the heady feeling that was spreading all over his body making him go blind. He dropped the dress past her hips and she shook it down her legs.

He had to step back and watch. How many times had he fantasised that he had the chance to have her? He'd lost count. He did remember that they didn't even cover the truth.

Athena was gorgeous, her strong, slim and athletic physique still curvy and feminine enough to be a paragon of perfection. She looked too good, too beautiful for him. She tried to kiss, he didn't stop her, leaning in for a languid, slow kiss.

He held her still with his hand, slowly following the line of her flat stomach, feeling his mouth go dry as he caressed those strong abs. And when he slipped a careful finger down to her centre and underneath her panties, she hissed a breath. Poseidon watched her. She was still smiling, but there was something tense. Last chance to stop me, Athena.

"Tell me the truth, have you done this before?"

"What do you think?" She chuckled, but there was something definitely nervous now. Poseidon stepped back to be at arm's length, he ignored how cold it made him feel. How his dick bounced against gravity when it lost the friction that was her skin.

"Have you done this before, Athena?"

Athena wasn't smiling anymore. Her pupils were dilated, her nipples hard and perked, her breath accelerated. But Poseidon could read the fear before she answered him.

"No." Poseidon swallowed as he saw her confidence disappear.

"Do you really want to do this?" She gave him a shaky nod. "Are you sure? There's no way–"

"Yes!" She hissed. Poseidon didn't have time to be surprised that she'd dragged him back flushed against her. Her lips crashed over his, before slipping down his neck but her hands were shaking now, her hands on his length hesitant and her heartbeat accelerated against his skin. "Yes! I want this!"

"Alright."

He took his hand away, got rid of his boxers and bermudas so he could lift her up, and lead them over to her altar, slowly setting her down and taking her undergarments off.