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Poseidon

Because I like music, we're going to go with their songs.

So, why don't we get started with good old Ruthlessness?

You see, you care for your brother deeply. And Penelope. And above anything, your precious nephew, Telemachus. So the very risk of them getting hurt... the risk of Ithaca getting destroyed...

You couldn't just let it happen. But, on the other hand, you understood Poseidon. His son was blinded, and then the man who hurt him boasted about him, going as far as to give him his name.

And so, you decided to risk it all and speak up, calling out the God's name. You ignored your bother's protest as you walked to the railing and spoke up with a shaky tone.

"Lord Poseidon, I beg you to spare my brother and his crew. I understand your loss, the suffering Odysseus caused to your son. Allow me to offer you a way to make it even. Family for family. I will offer myself to you as payment for the harm that came to your child."

And as skeptical as Poseidon was, seeing the pure anguish and the desperation in Odysseus's face as he tried to stop you did convince the god to take you up on your offer.

And so, by his order, you took a deep breath and let yourself fall into the water, losing consciousness almost instantly. You felt yourself drown, but you didn't die, somehow.

You awaken in Poseidon's underwater palace, his servants gushing over you, helping to change your clothes and mess around with your hair from the very second your eyes opened. You didn't really even realize what happened until they were done with you... and when he entered the room, looking at your body, blue material draped on your body in a mockery of a dress or a robe, with seashells and pearls made into jewelry.

You expected him to hurt you. And he will, but he also wanted you to be a nice, pretty little trophy... Once he makes it even.

And eye for an eye, right? Or in this case... Two eyes for one eye. It only seemed fair to him, to make his cold grin the last thing you saw before he pressed his thumbs into your eyes, blinding you.

And as tempted as he was to leave you to die somewhere, he decided to continue the punishment. Just like his son, you would live.

Forever his slave, stuck near him, forced to listen to the god who took away your sight, like your brother took his son's. A precious little toy, just for him.

A toy, just for him. One that he grows dangerously fond of, over time.

And what's the harm of having such a precious, dependent toy warm his bed? Not like you had a choice, after all...

Zeus

And since I'm still feeling musical, this one's gonna happen during Thunder Bringer. Also because we don't really have any other good point for this to happen with him but SHUSH-

Either way, Zeus is pulling his very questionable moves with the Cloud Maiden he created. And while it's clear his words are meant for your brother, you notice the god glancing at you every once in a while, when his hands were on a particularly intimate region of the faux-woman. And you could've sworn his grin would get just a little bit wider.

And so, as he gave Odysseus the ultimatum, you decided to take the risk and attempt to protect your brother and what little men there were left of the crew. And so you stepped forward, calling out to the god before your brother got to say a word.

"King Zeus, my brother and his crew have committed a horrible crime, but I'm sure there is some way to convince you to spare them, in all your wisdom."

You could see just how amused your plea made him. He was clearly messing with you as he dramatically pretends to think it through. But finally, he declared that just this once, he'll show mercy, as long as you go with him, as a sacrifice of sorts.

Despite your brother's protests, you go with the king of gods. In order to hide you from Hera, he leaves you on a small island and steals a trick from Poseidon, surrounding it with a storm to keep you out of Hera's sight. At least for now.

At first, he only visits you occasionally, just so he can have some fun with you. And with each meeting, you felt... different. Your body would feel... light.

And you only realized when it was too late, hearing Zeus throw an off-handed comment about clouds to you as he gets dressed after one of his visits.

The last thing you remember before passing out is the God's shit eating grin.

As you awoke, if it could even be called that, you couldn't feel your body. It felt as if... you were just... there. With no way to move or speak.

Until your body moved on its own. Far too lightly, far too smoothly, as if you were a puppet. And in a way, you were.

No longer human, just a puppet made from clouds, now forever stuck by his side, alongside all the other conquests he turned into clouds, just like you.

Except you were special. Very special. Glued to his side, pretty much, forced to sit on his wide shoulder or his lap... even being kept as a third in the bed he shared with Hera, much to her displeasure.

Let her be displeased. It's not like she could do anything without evoking Zeus's fury.

His gentle motions made you acutely aware of the two very spent cocks still buried deep within you, and a soft noise bubbled in your chest. Slowly blinking your very heavy-lidded eyes open, you glanced back at him with a weak frown and a cute pout, and the God King let out a deep, low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your back.

“No worries, little spark. We're done for the night, we promise.” He muttered in a slightly amused voice as he leaned down, pressing a firm, reassuring kiss to the nape of your neck. A hum of agreement sounded from your front, and your sleepy gaze fell forward towards the God of The Seas.

Poseidon gazed down at you, his eyes hazy from the many, many rounds of lovemaking you'd had tonight, but also full of adoration and light pride. He had a firm, yet gentle grip on your thigh, his fingers digging slightly into the supple flesh just beneath your rear as he held the leg you had hooked over his hip in place, not wanting the position the three of you were in to change even the slightest. “Indeed. We wouldn't want to exhaust you any further than we already have.” He gave your thigh a light squeeze.

With their reassurance, you let your eyes fall shut again and simply let yourself exist between the two mighty Gods as they hummed soft words of praise and compliments. Their free hands traveled wherever they could reach, caressing and worshipping you in the afterglow. Occasionally they'd give a small roll or buck of their hips, making sure they stayed safely nestled within you, none of them ready to extract themselves from your soft, silken walls.

“You're so beautiful like this, my gem… absolutely breathtaking.” Poseidon whispered reverently against your hair as he slowly dragged his nose along the top of your head, breathing in the familiar and comforting scent of you. His free hand snaked underneath your head, and cradled the back of your neck, pulling you against his chest in a gentle, yet possessive motion, and all you could do was nuzzle against him.

Behind you, you felt Zeus press more firmly against your backside, following the movement as Poseidon pulled you forward. He looped his free arm under your torso, his forearm coming up to cover your breasts, his large hand resting over your ribs, staking his claim as well. “Little one, rest.” He cooed sweetly before pressing a trail of feather-light kisses down your shoulder, and you could feel his lips curl into his signature, smug grin against your skin.