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The Immortal Heart	By : amandalee Category: 1 through F > Clash of the Titans (2010) > Clash of the Titans (2010) Views: 7819 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 40

After two nights out on the sea, Zeus and Poseidon arrived in their destination, less than ten leagues from the shores they had departed from many weeks ago, following the destruction of the fortress. The voyage back to the mainland had passed quickly and without obstacles, and neither Olympian had seen, heard or sensed the presence of the gigantic sea beast which stalked their boat during the voyage to Crete.

“We are early,” Zeus told his brother. “Chiron does not expect us until two more nights have passed.”

“We said four nights at the very most,” Poseidon replied, busy carrying their supplies out of the boat. “I suspected that our journey would take less time thanks to our new abilities, and I was right. Hopefully Chiron had ordered someone to keep an eye out for our arrival and notify him if we were to arrive ahead of schedule.”

“We should set up camp,” Zeus stated, looking around at the rocks and flat surface of the plains. “Preferably somewhere a little more discreet.”

The first night passed on in silence as the two gods sat alone at their camp. As far as they knew, the enemy had not become aware of their return to the mainland. Zeus wondered if perhaps that thing in the fog had scared the titans away. Still, he was hesitant to start any fires. For now they would have to eat the fruits they had gathered after setting up camp. The only fires they would light would be in their tents, and even then the lights would burn as long as needed. Cooking food would have to wait until morning, although Zeus worried someone or something would see the smoke.

Both gods retired early that night, their stomachs grumbling from the poor supper of fruits and vegetables. Poseidon fell asleep rather quickly; his snoring was faintly audible. Zeus still lay awake, bundled with blankets and fur, thinking about Hades. The eldest god had to have been absolutely miserable. Was he lying awake as well? Were the goddesses taking care of him?

Safely on Crete and I still worry over him, Zeus thought glumly.

*

The next morning Zeus decided to hunt. He did not stray far from the camp, simply searching for meat to fill his and Poseidon’s stomachs. The youngest god knew he ran a risk of being spotted by Cronos’ soldiers, but he was too restless to obey such concern.

Going for days without eating any meat was almost as frustrating as suppressing a different kind of need altogether; the need for sexual release. Zeus had managed to avoid thinking about it quite well during the voyage, but his urges would not allow themselves to be denied for much longer.

The Olympian leader had stubbornly sworn not to give himself release by hand; it was too humiliating to spill his seed on the ground and admit he could not control this particular aspect of himself.

His keen eyes suddenly spotted a rabbit in the foliage, and in less than a second Zeus was on his knees, reaching behind himself for his bow. The small critter continued about its business, which momentarily seemed to consist of filling its stomach with juicy leaves and flowers. Zeus pulled his bowstring back, ready to impale the small furry body with an arrow, when his potential prey was suddenly joined by another one of its kind.

A smile graced the god’s tense but handsome features. Excellent, he thought. One for each of us.
The second rabbit barely had time to react the moments after the first one was slain before it too was pierced by another of the Olympian’s arrows. Zeus hummed in triumph and went to collect his prize, thinking that at least his stomach would be sufficiently filled.

*

Poseidon raised an eyebrow when he spotted his brother returning from an obviously successful hunt carrying two dead rabbits over his shoulder.

“I was going to go fishing myself,” he said. “But perhaps that will not be necessary when you have already procured a meal for us.”

“I am tired of fish myself,” the younger god grunted, dropping the rabbits and taking a seat next to his brother. “And I was restless.”

“Well, hopefully we’ll have the battlefield to roam soon enough,” Poseidon said, looking particularly calm in comparison to his brother. “You’ll have all the heads to cleave and hearts to impale as you desire.”

“It is not just that,” Zeus said and he and the other god proceeded to clean the rabbits in preparation for dinner. “I would have thought leaving our siblings in the safety of Crete would keep me from worrying for them. But I have proven myself wrong.”

“Are you worried for all of them,” Poseidon felt bold enough to ask, “or just one of them?”

Zeus glared at his brother for a moment, but relented, sighing in defeat. “Yes, I worry for Hades. He is so sensitive, I fear he may do something rash in response to our leaving. What if he does not eat while he waits for our return?”

“Demeter would not allow it,” Poseidon replied with a sly grin. “Do not worry about our brother, Zeus. He is well taken care of.”

Staring at the camp fire, Zeus avoided his concerns by focusing on preparing supper. The rabbits had provided little meat, but it was a welcome change from constant servings of fish, and such a change improved the mood of both gods. As the sun disappeared beyond the horizon,
Zeus again ordered that they turn in so that they may be fully rested in case of Chiron’s arrival or ambush by the enemy. Poseidon once more fell asleep easily, but Zeus found himself again without the ability to follow suit. He stared at the interior of the tent, mind racing.

Though the air inside the tent was not hot or humid in any way, Zeus still found himself perspiring. After another hour of twisting and turning in his fruitless attempts to find sleep, the god sat up, throwing his bed furs aside. Glancing down at his lap, he could easily state that his mind was not the only part of him unable to rest.

Angry and frustrated that his libido had such power over him, Zeus began to accept that he’d be forced to handle the issue, or he would spend the night restless and wakeful only to rise in the morning weary in mind and at heart.

While giving himself a quick release by hand was the easiest choice, it was a humiliating and unfulfilling option which did not appeal to him the slightest.

If only Hades were here, he thought, and his member stiffened further when he imagined touching his brother’s soft, lily white skin and inhaling the fragrance of his damp, newly washed hair.

Though Hades was the person his heart ached for, just about any willing body would have sufficed at present. Hestia, Hera, Demeter, or any of the frequently visiting nymphs…

Zeus glanced at the sleeping body lying only inches from him and his thoughts began to form an idea, though it seemed both foreign and frankly quite strange. He had never bedded Poseidon before, never felt the desire to. He valued his brother highly as a friend, fellow god and trustworthy companion, but not as a lover, even though the older Olympian had sometimes hinted that he would not be averse to such activities occurring between them.

Zeus could not help but smile at the softly snoring god he was gazing down at. Perhaps it is time, my brother, he thought, for us to do everything together.

“Poseidon,” he softly called, hand on the other’s shoulder. He nearly shook the older god awake like he would have on any other occasion, but he thought he might try a gentler approach, considering the situation at hand. “Brother, wake up.”

Stirring, Poseidon made a heavy, tired noise as he slowly awoke. “Zeus? What’s the matter?” he asked, then brought his voice to a much quieter register. “Is something wrong?”

“We are not in any danger,” Zeus replied, not wanting his brother to be alarmed. “Do not worry.”

Poseidon, relieved but confused, sat up. “Is something bothering you? I can see you are lost in thought.”

Zeus nodded, looking down. How on earth was he supposed to go about this? With Hades his seduction had been easy, as he had been tempted in a very similar way to his sisters. Poseidon however, he was very different from their other siblings. How would Zeus allow himself to be seduced?

“I admit I am worried,” he finally said. “I am confident of our skills in battle, but I cannot help but be concerned for the outcome of the fight.”

“That is only natural,” Poseidon replied, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I find myself fretting over such things too.”

“What do you do when such thoughts are overwhelming?”

“I think of our family. I tell myself that I must survive and defeat Cronos so that I can return to them, to make sure they can live in peace.”

“I do that as well,” Zeus replied. “It does help.”

“But not enough, I take it?” Poseidon added.

“I… I need something,” Zeus confessed. “I fear I may find no rest until I get it.”

“What do you speak of, brother?” the elder god asked, a confused wrinkle between his brows.

The look in Zeus’ sky blue eyes intensified and caught his brother’s hazel ones, which were starting to regard the Olympian leader with traces of suspicion.

“I am loath to admit that my phallus has such power over me, but I cannot deny it. I need a release, brother. Now, or I will likely go mad.”

The eyes which just a moment ago regarded Zeus with worry and suspicion widened in almost comical surprise. “You… you want me… to…?”

“Yes.”

Zeus edged closer to his fellow god, and started pulling away the bed furs which covered Poseidon’s form. A shudder passed through the other’s powerful body, and Poseidon actually looked hesitant, even fearful. He did not recoil from Zeus or push him away, but his muscles immediately went taut, and he made no attempts to return the affection his younger brother was suddenly pouring upon him after years and years of nothing more intimate between them than an occasional clap on the shoulder.

“Poseidon…” Zeus whispered, more or less forcing himself to feel an attraction to the other god. He cupped his brother’s bearded visage and nuzzled his cheek; simple gestures he shared all the time with Hades, only with Hades it felt so natural.

“Zeus…” Poseidon replied, his voice a throaty, guttural whisper. He had secretly wondered many times why Zeus never sought his company when his desires called, as he did it freely with their other four siblings. However, now that Zeus finally expressed a carnal interest in him, Poseidon did not know how to respond.

“Relax.” Zeus’s voice was a deep whisper in his brother’s ear. “If it helps, pretend that I am one of our sisters.”

“They don’t have beards,” Poseidon replied, unsure of what else to say. Zeus chuckled.

“You know what I mean. Act as though we’ve done this a thousand times before. Do what your instincts tell you.”

“Alright…” the older god almost stammered out. He tried to allow his muscles to relax, his limbs to go limp, but it was difficult. Only when he closed his eyes did his body obey his wishes. He sighed as he felt his brother’s lips trail down his neck. He had never thought of how wonderful it might feel to have someone else be the dominant one, to do all of the kissing and caressing.

“Lay back,” Zeus said, hand against his fellow god’s chest. His fingers were beginning to rub against the warm skin. Tickling a dark bud, he felt the nipple peak and harden against his touch. Poseidon obeyed and lay against the fur blankets, awaiting whatever Zeus’ creativity might bring.

Eyes shut once more, he savored the feeling of his brother’s lips against him again, traveling down his torso until they reached the base of his sex. This was the limit of where Zeus would kiss, but it felt amazing nonetheless. What Poseidon could not see, however, was that Zeus’ eyes were closed too. The youngest god only felt he could successfully make love to Poseidon if he were imagining his eldest brother in his place, and closing his eyes at times helped encourage that illusion…despite the fact that Poseidon’s chest was rather hairy.

How fortunate that I allowed Hades to begin growing back his beard, he thought.

Poseidon realized he enjoyed making love with Zeus more than he expected. Hands sliding up and down a powerful waist, he tried for humor to lighten the mood.

“You… really miss Hades… don’t you…”

Zeus suddenly became very silent, as though jogged from his state of arousal, and Poseidon had a feeling he should have kept his mouth shut.

“I do miss him,” Zeus finally said, still deep in thought. He opened his eyes and looked down at the god stretched out on his back before him, and the illusion of making love to Hades was instantly erased from his mind.

Just as well, Zeus thought. Poseidon feels nothing like Hades, even with my eyes closed. I might as well accept him for what he is and try to enjoy this the best I can.

Leaning over Poseidon, Zeus kissed his brother’s cheek, then his lips, and his hand trailed down a firm, toned stomach until it reached the other god’s warm, engorging organ. Upon closing his fingers around it and getting familiar with its shape, Zeus could not help comparing his brother’s phallus to his own. It was not quite as large as his, but significantly bigger than Hades’.

Poseidon writhed on the ground when his younger brother’s strong fist began to pump his member, and he briefly marveled at how different and exciting Zeus’ unwavering grip was compared to their sisters’ gentle hold. Wanting Zeus even closer, Poseidon fervently reached up to embrace the other, wrapping his arms around Zeus’ ribcage to pull him down atop himself.

The feeling of suddenly being enveloped in a pair of strong, muscular arms whose strength rivaled his own caused Zeus to rebuke, and he thrashed briefly, his instincts telling him to lash out at whatever was restraining him.

Poseidon had not expected such a fiercely negative reaction from his brother and sat up as well, startled.

“What is wrong? Did I do something to upset you?” he asked.

A hint of anger flickered in Zeus’ eyes. Poseidon could have sworn he saw a spark of light in those eyes, as though the younger god’s mood was one with the lightning that was now a part of him. Zeus glanced at his brother for a moment and sighed.

“No, I should not be displeased with you. You did not know.” Zeus rubbed at his forehead. “I told you to do what felt natural, but I forgot I am not used to making love with someone as… strong as I am.”

“And as big?” Poseidon asked, blushing a little. He could not help being similar in physicality to his youngest sibling, but he should have thought that Zeus had grown accustomed to a certain form when it came to sexual partners.

“Indeed…” Zeus looked back at him after a few seconds of awkward silence. “Shall we try again?”

Poseidon nodded. “I will try not to be so forceful.”

Carefully he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against Zeus’ cheek, a gesture of reconciliation. Zeus turned his head and kissed back, lips meeting with those of the other god. Lifting his hands, Poseidon thought it might make sense to be as gentle as possible in an effort to keep Zeus feeling as though he were in control. He twisted his wrists so that the back of his hands were what caressed Zeus’ jaw and neck.

Zeus appreciated his brother’s attempts to please him, and tried to push away the thoughts of how strange it felt to have someone of similar body holding onto him as he would with Hades or the goddesses. Oddly enough, an image had appeared in his mind for only a moment of himself wrestling one of Rhea’s lions.

The thought made Zeus chuckle out loud, and indeed his brother bore a certain physical resemblance to a lion, with his thick mane of curly dark hair and bushy beard. He was a handsome god, but not beautiful in an effeminate way like Hades.

Poseidon continued to caress his younger brother’s face and neck until he was instructed to move on to other activities by Zeus. He was used to taking orders from the Olympian leader, both on the battleground and on their hunting excursions, but Poseidon was not used to being told what to do in bed. His inexperience in taking the submissive role manifested in awkwardness that made him downright clumsy.

“Stroke me,” Zeus commanded, and he lay back against the bed furs, spreading his legs and gesturing at his weeping arousal.

“Until you finish, brother?” Poseidon murmured and obediently began to do as requested, trusting Zeus to let him know if he was not satisfied with the rhythm or pace.

“No,” the younger god said. “But use your hand for now. It feels good.”

Zeus was momentarily caught off guard by the strength in Poseidon’s grip and the size of his hand, but he did not let his reaction show and instead allowed himself to relax and simply enjoy the attention paid to his phallus.

Zeus’ breath became labored and his muscles went taut when he felt his climax approaching, and his hand instinctively shot out like a viper to grasp Poseidon’s wrist and still it.

“Not so fast, brother,” he grunted, struggling into a seated position. “We have not yet reached the main event…”

“Ahh yes…” the older god said with a small sigh. “So, how shall we go about this? Who shall take whom?”

Zeus opened his eyes and stared at Poseidon as though the older god had grown a third eye. “Are you serious?” he asked.

Poseidon blinked and realized his error. Now that he considered it, he could not imagine someone as controlling and dominant as Zeus ever being taken like a goddess or like Hades. He shook his head and mumbled out an apology.

“I am sorry. It is our first night together after all… I’m a little nervous.”

“No need to be,” Zeus replied. “Think of this in the sense that we are on the hunt. Rely on instinct but follow my instructions.”

“I will try,” Poseidon said with a nervous gulp. His dry throat clicked as he swallowed. He nuzzled his brother’s belly just below the navel and finally got a smile from the younger god.

“Come here,” Zeus ordered, reaching forward. Poseidon took the outstretched hand, a hand he had often grabbed as a means of assistance but never intimacy, and was guiding closer to his youngest sibling’s face.

“Kiss me.”

Poseidon obeyed. Beard against beard felt strange at first, but he soon became used to the sensation.

“We may still have some lamp oil left over in our pack,” Zeus stated. “Go and find it.”

Nodding, the older god leaned to the left of him and found the pack his brother spoke of, fishing through the contents and finding a small jar.

“We will not need much,” Zeus added, thinking back on a time when Hades, uncertain of the required amount, soaked his hand in the lubricant.

Thinking about his eldest brother only made Zeus wish for Hades’ presence even more, and instead of dwelling on thoughts of his beloved mate, the youngest Olympian focused on the sibling who was actually with him.

“To ease the way?” Poseidon asked quietly as he regarded the dollop of oil now on his palm and then slowly moved his eyes to his brother’s erection.

“Yes, to ease the way,” Zeus replied. “Prepare me. You’ll know what to do.”

Poseidon nodded, and though he knew what was expected from him from a purely technical viewpoint, part of him was starting to hesitate. Zeus’ member was both long and thick, and the elder god imagined how it would feel moving inside his body. There would be pain involved, there was no doubt about it. How severe the pain turned out to be was something he could only guess.

But Hades takes pleasure in it, he reminded himself. And their brother was a much smaller form than Poseidon himself, which made him think he should be able to endure the same treatment, and more.

“Very good, brother,” Zeus said with a smile when Poseidon had sufficiently applied the oil to his member. He noticed that the other’s hands were trembling slightly but chose not to remark on it. Poseidon had the right to be nervous.

The elder god raised an eyebrow at his brother as if to ask what was next, and Zeus made an elegant motion with his hand. “Get on your hands and knees,” he instructed. “And try to relax. This might be a little painful for you at first.”

Thank you for warning me, Poseidon thought nervously to himself. He was already feeling apprehensive about the penetration and needed no reminders of the pain.

“I assure you it can be managed if you relax yourself,” Zeus insisted, feeling the hard nature of his brother’s muscle against the palms of his hands. “Remember that Hades was able to grow accustomed to this, and someone as strong as you should be able to as well.”

“I hope so,” the other replied. Nonetheless, he was beginning to grip folds of blanket in his fists in case he might need something to bite down on during the pain.

Poseidon’s fear was interrupted when he felt the tickle of hair against the cheeks of his backside and realized it was Zeus’ beard. The younger Olympian leaned closer and nuzzled against his brother’s rump, kissing and softly, playfully nipping. Poseidon was amused by the gesture, and he closed his eyes, slightly more relaxed.

Smiling, Zeus replaced his kisses with one of his oil-slicked fingers tickling the sensitive flesh hidden between the cheeks. He knew he had enough experience with Hades to successfully stimulate the area, and he stimulated it now. Poseidon shuddered, then moaned, warming to the sensation and realizing he was enjoying it. The god began to accept that he may just receive pleasure this night after all.

“Unhhh…” he softly murmured. His brow knitted when he felt the finger slowly enter him, considering the feeling and simply awaiting whatever might happen next. Grinning, Zeus found a certain joy in the exploration of his brother’s arousal. Having never made love to Poseidon, it was a new experience to discover what caused pleasure.

“Not so bad, is it?” he asked, smiling slyly as his finger delved further into the other’s channel.

“I… egnhhh… it’s…” Poseidon was unable to manage a coherent reply when Zeus curved his finger and brushed against a certain spot within him that made him feel as though he’d already experienced one climax. His younger brother’s triumphant laughter revealed that Zeus had not found the spot by accident.

“Exactly like our brother,” Zeus mused, adding another finger. “How very curious…”

“Have you… ahhh… tried this… on yourself?” Poseidon asked, wondering if Zeus’ domineering nature would prevent him from exploring such a fantastic source of pleasure.

“I have not,” the younger god admitted. “Nor do I intend to. I believe you are ready, brother.”

The abrupt change in topic of discussion told Poseidon that the idea was not even up for debate, and he figured it was wise to let it go. “If you say so…” he muttered, resting his forehead against his forearms and bracing himself for the inevitable pain Zeus’ entry would bring. “Go ahead…”

Zeus held apart the halves of his brother’s muscular backside and manually inserted himself into the tight orifice. A half-choked cry of pain immediately left Poseidon’s throat, and his body jerked forward, as if trying to escape the penetration. Zeus, however, gripped his brother’s hips and held him still as he slid in deeper.

“Ahh…!” Poseidon cried out, his voice muffled by the blankets. He gripped the furs tightly for a few seconds as he desperately tried to see beyond the pain. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, he breathed deeply and slowly, concentrating.

Remember the way it had felt so good, he thought. Sooo good…

“Are you alright?” Zeus asked him. The younger god hoped so. He was in no mood to stop if Poseidon did not want to go any further.

“Nhhh… nhhh…” Poseidon took a deep breath and willed his body to relax. It proved difficult when he was trying to stay on his elbows and knees whilst in such discomfort. He lifted his head and managed to speak. “Could you rub me…” he said softly.

“Beg your pardon?” Zeus asked, puzzled.

“Rub… my legs… my hips… anything…” the older god explained. “It might help.”

Zeus nodded, though his brother could not turn his head to see at such a position, and he moved his hands. He massaged at the thighs pressed against his own, reached lower and rubbed at his fellow god’s stomach. Poseidon moaned, still in slight pain, but sounding as though he was reaching a level of arousal again. Reaching even further, Zeus found a hardening phallus.

“You are doing well, brother,” he said with a smile.

“Ah…”

“Poseidon, I am going to move now. Are you ready?” You had better be.

This time Poseidon was the one to nod.

Another stab of pain shot through his body when Zeus pulled back and then thrust back in, and the older god instinctively responded by flexing his muscles. Another pained groan followed, this time from Zeus.

“Brother, you must relax…” he hissed, gripping Poseidon’s hips. “I fear you might strangle my phallus if you don’t…!”

The thought would have been almost comical to Poseidon had the situation been different, and a brief mental image of his brother’s member, limp and lifeless like a snake with a broken neck appeared in his mind.

“My apologies…” Poseidon panted, and with conscious effort he was able to make his insides relax and release their death grip on Zeus’ manhood. He began to suspect that while a snug hold was preferable and exciting, too snug could be downright excruciating.

Zeus exhaled in relief when his brother did as told and he was once again able to move without the fear of being castrated.

“There you go, brother…” he murmured, thrusting his hips forward once more, and this time a soft gasp was the only reaction he received from his fellow Olympian. It almost sounded as if Poseidon found it agreeable. “See?” Zeus said with a pleased smile. “You are learning.”

Though the discomfort had been great and his inexperience difficult to surpass, Poseidon realized he could indeed know the pleasure of being taken by another god. He reminded himself once more that Hades, far less sturdy than his brothers, had learned to master this in practically no time at all.

After a few slow experimental thrusts, Zeus decided his brother was ready for a faster pace. The younger god thrust harder and felt the other seemingly adapt, an agreeable sign of progress indeed.

“Ah…” Poseidon whispered, pressing his face into the blankets. Zeus thought he might have heard “not… too tight… it…” but otherwise his brother’s muffled words were indecipherable.

“Pardon me?”

“Nothing, keep going.”

Chuckling, Zeus continued to rub at the flesh beneath his hands, and the moan which followed indicated that he too was learning, uncovering the ways to pleasure his older brother. Now that he knew a few ways to arouse Poseidon, he turned his attention back on himself, deepening his thrusts and concentrating on his own climax. If Poseidon wanted to spend, he would have to figure this out now by himself.

Poseidon’s breath was quickening as he simply rode with the tremors of pleasure flowing through him. Of course he had known passion before now, but he had never known how different it would be in a position such as this. The stimulation of his insides was unimaginable and extraordinary.

Maybe I can convince one of our sisters to fashion and use a substitute, he considered.

Zeus did not use deliberate force when thrusting into Poseidon, but since his brother was nearly equal to him in size and strength, he was not required to hold back as one would with Hades or the goddesses. Zeus found such a change of pace rather liberating.

Going for days without a release had caused plenty of pent-up frustration, and once his climax finally arrived, it ripped through the god like the lightning which had recently become a part of him.

Poseidon knew that his brother had peaked not only from the feel of something hot against his inner walls but from the way Zeus’ hands tightened their hold on him. The drawn-out moan leaving the younger god’s throat was loud enough to make Poseidon worry they might attract some unwanted attention from Cronos’ potential minions.

The moments following his climax, Zeus saw starbursts behind his closed eyelids and had to lean against his brother’s form for support. His softening member, still nestled within Poseidon’s rear, twitched one final time, now spent for the night, and Zeus was confident that he would sleep well after this encounter.

Poseidon felt his younger brother pull out and withdraw from him, and he allowed himself to collapse onto his side. Unlike Zeus, he had not been granted a release, and the throbbing between his legs was an urgent reminder of this. The elder god glanced at his leader, now stretched out on the bed furs next to him, and then at his own hard phallus, still begging for attention.

“Will you help me, Zeus?” he asked.

Drowsily, Zeus looked at his brother. He considered telling Poseidon to find his own way of reaching climax, but he knew how irritating an unreachable peak could be. Either way, a scrotum turned blue by unfinished pleasure was an unsettling distraction.

“I suppose I could.” He lifted an arm and guided Poseidon onto his side, back facing the younger god. Hopefully some traces of oil were still left over within. “Get ready.”

With a twist of the wrist, Zeus’ entered finger had found the proper spot, and Poseidon shuddered at the sudden sensation which overpowered his brain. All he could think to do was wrap his fingers around his flagging erection and stroke as he was massaged from within.

“Ahhnnnn…” Eyes shut, Poseidon winced as he pulled and squeezed, feeling the tip of Zeus’ finger press…

“Are you satisfied?” Zeus asked.

Poseidon opened his eyes and saw the mess he had made of his blanket. A sad thought, but at the moment he was in too much bliss to care.

“Mmmnn…” he turned his head to look back at Zeus. His youngest sibling’s eyes were shut. “Were you?”

“Mmmnn,” came a similar reply. Zeus may have already been asleep.

His body quite limp and sluggish from the release, Poseidon stumbled to his feet and dabbed a washcloth into a bucket of drinking water. A few minutes later the blanket was clean of the offending excretions and he wrapped it around himself, returning to his brother’s side. He closed his eyes and was soon asleep just like Zeus.

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