Watching the perfect blue-eyed, golden-haired girl walk out of the temple stunned Poseidon. He never knew any mortal woman with hair so fine or eyes so clear. Her skin was pale as the moon, and her lips full and very pink. Disguised as a fisherman, he limpedup to her, and took her dainty hand in his. Looking her in her eyes, he kissed her hand softly and squeezed it. Turning away from her, he walked back to the water and simply walked off the edge of the dock.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrWMGLlRhWc
Sinking to the bottom of the ocean, he changed back to his godly state and rode a dolphin back to his under water palace. Walking into the huge, dimly room, he sighed. No goddess was as beautiful as her. Worse than her undying beauty was her virgin vows. The beautiful Medusa was the priestess of Athena.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxfBrTCBeZs
Sighing, he sank into his throne. Decorated with sea stars, sea horses and dolphins, thethrone was a royal sight. Sitting with his trident in hand, he smiled at his wife. Amphitrite was beautiful. Long, pale, golden hair strung up with sea shells and deep green eyes. Herlips were thin, but sweetly pink.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIMWjokk8kV
"Hello, wife." He said. Amphitrite just looked at him and nodded. Sitting in her delicate coral throne, pink and yellow, they sat as a unit, protecting the creatures that lived under the sea. Sitting there, watching dolphins, sea horses and sharks swim and play above the clear, diamond-strong glass dome, he came up with a plan to seduce her. He could do what he wished, he was a god.
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Dressed in a long, white chition, Medusa smiled kindly while lighting clove incense, wafting the sweet-spicy smoke around the large marble temple. Two rows of immense white marble stones held up the heavy roof. At the end of the temple, farthest from the bronze doors, stood a representation of Pallas-Athena. A 12-foot tall marble statue stood strong. In the image, she wore a full length white chition belted at her waist. In her out-held left hand, she held Nike, the winged goddess of victory. With her spear resting at her right side, her hand rested on her shield. Next to her leg was a snake, raised up.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgTlIbA0ALZ
Medusa loved her goddess, her kind grey eyes, and her shinning hair of gold. Her tall stature made men look short. The smile of forgiveness, and the gentle touch of her hand. Once, Athena appeared to her in a vision. Visions were painful, extremely painful, and still a gift from the gods. Athena was stunning, even shadowed by a deceptive mortal form. No one could look directly at a god or goddess, you would get burned to dust.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1ZyvBnh8Ga
Some think it would be worth it, mostly to see Aphrodite in her perfect form as a goddess. And again, the men think that of any woman with curves.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ10tJVvBPKO
"E-excuse me, priestess." Medusa, hearing a voice shake with age, turned and saw an old man, hunched and wrinkled.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5pcbxzj8RA
"Hello. What can the Goddess do for you?" She asked, smiling with her shinning blue eyes.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE6wYRRFUOJ
"My name is Alexios. Can you pray for my daughter? She is ill with a fever. Her son is unborn, he must live!" The man, Alexios, rumbled, and then broke down in hard sobs. Medusa wrapped her arm around his shoulder, and led him to a small chair where she comforted people like this man.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGxab4JinLO
"Tell me about your daughter." Medusa said as she turned to the small hearth with a tea kettle warming lavender chamomile tea. Pouring some in a stone cup and scooping some dark sugar into the cup and stirring, she turned to the man.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhdKUmy4E9v
He wasn't there. Instead, the chair was tipped over, and a tall man with flowing blonde hair and beard stood there. Towering over her, he strode over to her. Knocking the tea out of her hands, he ripped her chition off and dropped it on the floor. The olive and rose in her hair tore, bruised and fell out. She screamed and tripped. Scrambling back on the cold, hard stone, scraping her naked back, she grabbed a smoldering stick and, holding like a sword, smacked her attacker on the cheek, chest and throat, leaving a thin pink burn.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOfxQu4y9T0
Throwing himself down on her, he grabbed her by the hair, and yanked her head back. Whispering in her ear while biting her throat, he told her who he was.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOlzA6JpJiH
"Hello, priestess. I am Poseidon, and I will have you!"
