Already Wet
Poseidon stormed out of the ocean, raging trident in hand.
“Who dares disturb the eternal power of the King of the Seas? Oh, it’s you, Aphrodite. What do you want?”
“Just your obedience, of course,” The Goddess of Love and Beauty cooed, hovering above him, diaphanous dress leaving little to the imagination.
“If you think I’ll serve and worship you…” he mocked.
“I’m sure you will. Hades went under just now and you’re already wet looking at me… and please, don’t blame it on the water,” she giggled.
Blushing like a young Greek student, he sank beneath the waves and the weight of her inescapable spell. The water turned white.
