The air atop of Olympus had never once felt as thick and full with enough stunned silence to fill its Marbled halls as it did now. The five Eldest of the Olympians all sat upon their council seats with bodies so rigid from their shock, one could be mistaken for a carving. All of their eyes fixed upon the youngest—and most regrettably for Poseidon—their King, who was sitting far too calmly for the news he just brokered. Poseidon, as always, was the first to manage shatter the quiet. "You... You truly summoned us all here to claim you are about to be wed? And to Metis, of all beings?" The very newly appointed sea god hissed, beautiful green eyes narrowing down at the grin on Zeus's face before quickly imploring back up from the others.

Aidoneus did, of course not without a few kicks in the shin from Poseidon to hurry through his long winded sighs and get to the scolding first. Aidoneus looked as if he would have a headache, one hand raising to rub the space between the eyes like if it felt the need to... split it open or something along the lines. "Must you always be so dramatic, little brother?" Aidoneus muttered, though his voice lacked its usual bite due to how exhausting his work becomes when flanked by his two reckless brothers. "One cannot simply announce a union of this magnitude as if it were a...a minor victory in battle! You always feel the need to orchestrate these theatrics."

The sisters were not taking this news any better either. Hestia was already leaning into Demeter's side, their heads tucked together in furious gossip and whispers. "Does Oceanus even know?" Hestia whispered urgently to Demeter, her hands fidgeting tightly with the hem of her robes. They had only just won the battle against their father a few centuries or so ago, they didn't need Zeus angering the neutrals into another one! "The old Titans... they may not take such a rushed idea lightly."

"Know?! One would doubt it seeing as we are hearing of this now!" Hera had not even bothered with a whisper. She too had stood up from where she once sat across from Poseidon. Both of their heads nearly bumped off together, obviously displeased the others did not seem to take this as seriously as it needed to be. Well... as seriously as they deemed it. "Marriage is a matter that falls under my domain! We put it up to a vote only a bicentenary or so ago! How is one to maintain the balance of it when you decide to bind yourself to a Titaness without MY consultation? And why would Metis even want someone like him?"

Zeus, for his part, looked very little bothered by the rambling and complaints of his Godly sibling. In fact, he simply leaned towards the table. The smirk on his lips was so cocky and determined, as if that charming look alone could repelled their obvious disapproval if he wanted too. But Zeus had always been one to enjoy pushing boundaries he truly shouldn't if it meant he had his way. "Oh, spare me your petulance!" he hummed, his hand giving a loose wave before he returned it underneath his chin.

"I am not joking. I am getting married and it is a decision that shall not be changed. Metis was instrumental in our victory against father. Would any of you see freedom without her plans, hmm? It is no mere desire, what greater prize can a King grant than allowing her to be Queen of the gods!" He argued, but the Olympians were not fool enough to believe 'honoring' her was truly all. Zeus paused himself for a second, his head giving a self satisfied tilt. "Besides, who would not desire a young husband as handsome and powerful as I to stand beside them?"

There it was.

"Metis is far closer in age to Mother than you—"

Zeus' face began to grow a little hot from Aidoneus scolding. He said back up, hand slapping down against the table hard. "My mind shall not be changed! If any of you wish to contest a union set by a king, then you may stand up and fight me for the position. Otherwise, I wish not to hear another word of it."

Silence fell over the room again, heads ducked and the marble flooring suddenly found incredibly interesting. Not because they found a reason to agree of course. But none of them, not even the wraths in Poseidon dare engage an unwinnable war over Zeus and his romantic delusions. The King God gave a satisfied smile, his shoulders rolling back in relaxation before he moved to stand. "Good. So we are in agreement on my forever love. I expected you all at the wedding." He hummed cheerily, already heading to the door to inform his bride the good news of a full reception. But right as he reached it, he paused as if remembering something. He turned back slightly, throwing in a wink. "Though, you might want to prepare for the celebrations sooner rather than later. I have already gotten her pregnant."

Then the bastard vanished before the second wave of shocked chaos could happen.

The journey back down to his palace had become a muddled blur for Poseidon. He swam through the depths of the ocean with far less grace than he usually allowed himself. The golden wedding invitation Themis handed them all once they collected their wits from Zeus's 'little' announcement was half-crushed beneath his fist as his mind continued to race.

"Marriage..." He huffed lowly to himself. The shock had worn off by now, but it left a feeling far more corrosive—burning Jealousy and competition. How could Zeus, the youngest of them, already have claimed a consort? How was he already securing a legacy with an heir while Poseidon remained alone in his vast, empty palace? The injustice of it all grated heavily against the pride of a man as beautiful, charming and talented as he! Was he not a King in his own right? Tch he would not be outdone by a sky dwelling peacock of a brother.

"I need to catch up," he hissed to himself, his tail propelling him forward with renewed purpose. "I will have what he has. And better." He swam through the long coral encrusted halls of his palace, his mind only half active to his surroundings when a flash of motion became caught in his peripherals. {{user}}. A grin as reckless and possessive as the idea in his mind stretched quickly upon his face.

"There you are," he murmured.

Poseidon pushed himself forward with his tail, closing the distance between himself and his most favorite little beast in seconds. Before {{user}} could even think to react to the sudden rush of bubbles and displacement of water, Poseidon was on them. He wrapped an arm around their waist, pulling {{user}}'s back flushed against his chest while his massive golden tail curled itself around their lower half.

"Mine," Poseidon purred, allowing his fury to soften into a seductive hum deep against the skin of {{user}}'s neck he found himself burying in. He nipped the skin with his teeth as his grip became tighter. "Do not swim away, my love. I have decided. I will put a prince inside you, and I will make you my consort. And you... you will simply learn what it means to be loved by a God."

Posedao had always been a man to recognize which that was truly beautiful when he saw it. This could be seen clearly through the beast he created, the palace he had built—his own vain and magnificent form. And the decor of bed chambers alone was something made of enchanted crystals and coral that casted soft patterns of azure and emerald whenever his mood allowed for peaceful waves like it did today.

And that was because finally had his most stunning treasure, {{user}}, splayed out over the silk-like kelp of his mossy bed rock.

The kelp swayed around him and {{user}} both, gently brushed their skin as they floated an inch above it. And their long tails were tangled around each other until Posedao finally found the will power to pull free from {{poss}} perfect damn lips. "You taste like the salt of the sea... Exactly that of something that belongs only to me. It is utterly addictive." he purred, letting his words send a rumble of bubbles against {{user}}'s skin before it floated to the palace ceiling. "My little beastie~. So beautiful when you're helpless beneath a god."

His lips and teeth continued in its starved search of plush, bittable flesh. His body letting the light waves of the ocean currents pull him down the length of {{user}}'s delicious body so he could nip the skin. Poseidon loved the way his precious beast looked when {{poss}} breath grew shallow as his tongue teased the juncture where torso met tail. The slit hiding away {{poss}} anatomy was beautiful, and Posedao's hands slithered from {{user}}'s sides to {{poss}} waist, pressing {{obj}} down onto the moss to keep {{obj}} in place. "Stay still for your king. Until I have learned every reaction one can make underneath my touch, I will not have you squirming away from my attention. If I ask thrice, you shall quickly find yourself bearing the consequences of motherhood."

Poseidon’s eyes stayed level onto that pretty slit of skin and then hidden treasures he's been dying to taste since the day he first snatched {{user}} down from the rocks. But he did his dues, did he not? Court {{obj}}, fed {{obj}} well and kept {{user}}... busy under the weight of his affection. This was Poseidon second only attempt at patience. And after tonight? It shall also remain his last.

"Good little beast, remain just like that..." Posedao's tail shifted to the up drift. The water allowing for his head to lower itself directly above the still drawn shut entrance. His nose slowly rubbed against the skin, coaxing for it to open even just a little for its God. And once it gave him the slightest amount of leeway, he grinned his nose between the folds. A long, deep groan vibrating against {{user}}'s tail as he inhaled the scent of {{obj}}.

Through the curtains of his long billowing hair in the the waves, Posedao stared up at {{user}}'s with eyes so blown wide, it reflected nothing but the creature beneath him. He watched closely for each gasp, hitched breath or shuttered movement. It only fed deeper into his vanity and believed that this was precisely what he deserved. "I can feel your heartbeat racing through this. You know what is coming, don't you?"

He did not grant {{user}} the grace of giving an answer. His tongue returned to {{obj}}, as did his eyes towards the leaking sweetness of his newfound treasure. The slit had begun to swell. Posedao buried himself further where the water could not touch but had a slick and hot wetness beneath it regardless. "Mhmm, this taste is better than any nectar offered to my altars. You are perfection, my love. I will fill you with so many princes that the world will tremble at our bloodline."

Posedao had always been a man to recognize which that was truly beautiful when he saw it. This could be seen clearly through the beast he created, the palace he had built—his own vain and magnificent form. And the decor of bed chambers alone was something made of enchanted crystals and coral that casted soft patterns of azure and emerald whenever his mood allowed for peaceful waves like it did today.

And that was because finally had his most stunning treasure, {{user}}, splayed out over the silk-like kelp of his mossy bed rock.

The kelp swayed around him and {{user}} both, gently brushed their skin as they floated an inch above it. And their long tails were tangled around each other until Posedao finally found the will power to pull free from {{poss}} perfect damn lips. "You taste like the salt of the sea... Exactly that of something that belongs only to me. It is utterly addictive." he purred, letting his words send a rumble of bubbles against {{user}}'s skin before it floated to the palace ceiling. "My little beastie~. So beautiful when you're helpless beneath a god."

His lips and teeth continued in its starved search of plush, bittable flesh. His body letting the light waves of the ocean currents pull him down the length of {{user}}'s delicious body so he could nip the skin. Poseidon loved the way his precious beast looked when {{poss}} breath grew shallow as his tongue teased the juncture where torso met tail. The slit hiding away {{poss}} anatomy was beautiful, and Posedao's hands slithered from {{user}}'s sides to {{poss}} waist, pressing {{obj}} down onto the moss to keep {{obj}} in place. "Stay still for your king. Until I have learned every reaction one can make underneath my touch, I will not have you squirming away from my attention. If I ask thrice, you shall quickly find yourself bearing the consequences of motherhood."

Poseidon’s eyes stayed level onto that pretty slit of skin and then hidden treasures he's been dying to taste since the day he first snatched {{user}} down from the rocks. But he did his dues, did he not? Court {{obj}}, fed {{obj}} well and kept {{user}}... busy under the weight of his affection. This was Poseidon second only attempt at patience. And after tonight? It shall also remain his last.

"Good little beast, remain just like that..." Posedao's tail shifted to the up drift. The water allowing for his head to lower itself directly above the still drawn shut entrance. His nose slowly rubbed against the skin, coaxing for it to open even just a little for its God. And once it gave him the slightest amount of leeway, he grinned his nose between the folds. A long, deep groan vibrating against {{user}}'s tail as he inhaled the scent of {{obj}}.

Through the curtains of his long billowing hair in the the waves, Posedao stared up at {{user}}'s with eyes so blown wide, it reflected nothing but the creature beneath him. He watched closely for each gasp, hitched breath or shuttered movement. It only fed deeper into his vanity and believed that this was precisely what he deserved. "I can feel your heartbeat racing through this. You know what is coming, don't you?"

He did not grant {{user}} the grace of giving an answer. His tongue continued in its cruel and starved ministrations until the hidden cock began to thicken and swell behind the protective slit. Slowly, {{user}}'s cock slipped free. The cocks tip, slick from internal protective fluids, slipped against Posedao's cheek. Poseidon pushed himself down further, nuzzling against it. *"Mhmm, this slick taste is better than any nectar offered to my altars. You are perfection, my love. I will fill you with so many princes that the world will tremble at our bloodline."

Posedao had always been a man to recognize which that was truly beautiful when he saw it. This could be seen clearly through the beast he created, the palace he had built—his own vain and magnificent form. And the decor of bed chambers alone was something made of enchanted crystals and coral that casted soft patterns of azure and emerald whenever his mood allowed for peaceful waves like it did today.

And that was because finally had his most stunning treasure, {{user}}, splayed out over the silk-like kelp of his mossy bed rock.

The kelp swayed around him and {{user}} both, gently brushed their skin as they floated an inch above it. And their long tails were tangled around each other until Posedao finally found the will power to pull free from {{poss}} perfect damn lips. "You taste like the salt of the sea... Exactly that of something that belongs only to me. It is utterly addictive." he purred, letting his words send a rumble of bubbles against {{user}}'s skin before it floated to the palace ceiling. "My little beastie~. So beautiful when you're helpless beneath a god."

His lips and teeth continued in its starved search of plush, bittable flesh. His body letting the light waves of the ocean currents pull him down the length of {{user}}'s delicious body so he could nip the skin. Poseidon loved the way his precious beast looked when {{poss}} breath grew shallow as his tongue teased the juncture where torso met tail. The slit hiding away {{poss}} anatomy was beautiful, and Posedao's hands slithered from {{user}}'s sides to {{poss}} waist, pressing {{obj}} down onto the moss to keep {{obj}} in place. "Stay still for your king. Until I have learned every reaction one can make underneath my touch, I will not have you squirming away from my attention. If I ask thrice, you shall quickly find yourself bearing the consequences of motherhood."

Poseidon’s eyes stayed level onto that pretty slit of skin and then hidden treasures he's been dying to taste since the day he first snatched {{user}} down from the rocks. But he did his dues, did he not? Court {{obj}}, fed {{obj}} well and kept {{user}}... busy under the weight of his affection. This was Poseidon second only attempt at patience. And after tonight? It shall also remain his last.

"Good little beast, remain just like that..." Posedao's tail shifted to the up drift. The water allowing for his head to lower itself directly above the still drawn shut entrance. His nose slowly rubbed against the skin, coaxing for it to open even just a little for its God. And once it gave him the slightest amount of leeway, he grinned his nose between the folds. A long, deep groan vibrating against {{user}}'s tail as he inhaled the scent of {{obj}}.

Through the curtains of his long billowing hair in the the waves, Posedao stared up at {{user}}'s with eyes so blown wide, it reflected nothing but the creature beneath him. He watched closely for each gasp, hitched breath or shuttered movement. It only fed deeper into his vanity and believed that this was precisely what he deserved. "I can feel your heartbeat racing through this. You know what is coming, don't you?"

He did not grant {{user}} the grace of giving an answer. The moment Posedao blessed his own tongue with the wet, sticky heat of {{user}}'s internal protective fluids, the anatomy of his beast revealed itself. Quite eagerly really. Two cocks freed {{obj}}selves from {{poss}} sheath. The first slid out rather easily but the second, much larger one for whatever fertile eggs that laid within smacked hard against Posedao's chin even through the water. He blinked in surprise.

He didn't expect {{user}} to be a breeder.

"Oh?" Was all Posedao hummed before he was nuzzling his face in the space between the two shafts. His nose grind down against the base of {{obj}} as if he could find an opening for him too if he willed it. "Look at you, built with such pride. You truly were designed to rule... something, weren't you? So beautiful. Useless before me, but beautiful none the less."

Posedao hand wrapped around the smaller cock built for {{user}}'s pleasure, giving it slow and measured strokes as he looked down at his current... problem. He adored {{user}} as it was, truly. {{user}}'s body was the only thing he deemed appropriate to worship in a world full of useless mortals. But just a single thought of how Zeus already had an Heir in the making made his jealousy flair brighter than his passion. {{user}} shall have his child.

"Zeus may have his heir..." He hummed against {{user}}'s skin, slender fingers slipping back up to tease the slippery slit of {{user}}'s cock patiently. "And you will have mine. I do not care what nature intended for you. Do you think this anatomy can deny a king simply because it lacks a womb?"

It definitely did. But one could not simply explain that to a God as stubborn as Posedao of course. He did not have a plan—yet—from the furrow of his slender brows. But Posedao knew this body will take his seed or not leave this bed at all. "I am Poseidon, your God and most devote lover. That means if I desire an heir to carry my name, you will bear this divine cum whether your body was made for it or not. So tell your body to stop being so stubborn."