"What...ah...what do I have t-to do?"

He licked his lips. "Get down on your knees, your head bowed and don't move."

Atlas swallowed and dropped to his knees.

"Say, yes my lord," Adonis demanded.

"Yes, my lord," he whispered.

"Louder!"

"Yes, my lord," he repeated, looking up.

"You are not to look at me unless I tell you to."

"Yes, my lord."

Adonis left the room. He didn't return for a long time. When he did, Atlas was still on his knees in the same place, naked. It had begun.

Adonis ordered the slaves to tether Atlas to a marble statue of a unicorn, which sat in the middle of a flowing fountain in the courtyard. Completely naked, he had been hoisted on the unicorn's back, his legs lifted and tied to his wrists so that his genitals and a.n.u.s were on display, his head lying on the unicorn's sculptured mane.

Atlas didn't make a sound but his eyes implored him as Adonis waded through the water to get closer to him. He inspected the ropes which bound him ankle to wrist, but didn't look at him. After some pause, he ran a hand over Atlas's already stiffened c.o.c.k, lifted his ball sac and fondled it roughly, which earned a grunt. He bent down and dipped his fingers in the water of the fountain, then let the water trickle over his b.a.l.l.s down to his open crack. Teasingly he ran his fingers over his a.n.u.s, then slowly inserted a finger into his virgin a.s.s.

Atlas gasped, squirming a little.

"Stay still," Adonis warned him, manoeuvring his finger deeper up inside of him and reaching up to pinch his stiff nipple with the other. He began to seriously tweak his nipple now, brutally tugging on it as his finger moved inside of him up to the knuckle.

Atlas fought to stay still.

He withdrew his finger and laved his tongue over Atlas's quivering entrance. "You are so exposed. Shall I let the commoners in the courtyard play with you?"

"No, please," he pleaded.

"I didn't tell you to speak," Adonis said, moving up to his chest. He applied his thumbs to both nipples, sensuously rubbing them.

Atlas groaned.

He reached down with one hand and handled his s.e.x. "Nice and hard, ripe, leaking as well. Um. I will tell the slaves to open the courtyard to the public. First I will let them play with you, then your body is mine." He reached down and pressed his lips to his. At first Atlas's mouth remained stubbornly closed, then it began to open. He let his head go back and accepted more of Adonis's tongue as it did a seductive dance with his. A deep wanton groan thundered from deep in his throat.

When the commoners strolled in, Adonis cried out. "Today, he is not your future king. He is a slave. You may handle him as you like, play with his body but no one is to give him relief." He watched as the fascinated onlookers gradually moved in the direction of the fountain.

The commoners didn't disappoint, at first hesitant, they gradually realised that Atlas's body was theirs for the taking. They handled him as callously as they would a stable groom. They groped his c.o.c.k, rolled his b.a.l.l.s in their hands, discussed his exposed a.n.u.s and had contests to see whose finger could go the deepest.

After several hours of allowing the crowd to play, Adonis ordered everyone gone. Atlas's c.o.c.k was swollen with l.u.s.t. His head moved from side to side in a frenzy of s.e.xual heat. Adonis slid his hand down over his chest and gripped his s.e.x. He laved both hyper sensitive nipples with his tongue, then nodded. "You are ready for me."

Slaves carried Atlas to his room. His hands were caught above his head and tied to a low hung beam. Adonis followed. He quickly took off his robe and let it slide to the floor. He could feel Atlas's gaze on his naked body and he heard him moan deeply, his breathing becoming laboured as Adonis grew nearer. "See how hard I am. I wanted to f.u.c.k you so much. Your torture this afternoon became mine as I was forced to watch those callous hands play with your body." He walked around behind him and moved his hard s.e.x over the sweet swell of his a.s.s.

Atlas ground back against him in shameless urgency. His head dropped back to lie against Adonis's broad chest. "Yes, please, take me. Take me."

He let his hands slide around him. He played with his nipples and moved his hand down to tease his dripping, swollen member.

Atlas bucked against him again. "Stop teasing me. G.o.d, you're beautiful. Your c.o.c.k is so hard, take me. Relieve your ache and mine. Please."

Adonis called for the slave. "Bring me grease."

A few seconds later, he moved his finger, replete with the lubricant, in and out of Atlas's a.s.shole. Atlas was screaming now. He swung his hips frantically to increase the movement of the finger. Adonis withdrew and unhooked his hands from the beam. He dragged Atlas over to the bed. "Get on your back. Let your head hang over the bed. It's time to eat my c.o.c.k," Adonis told him. Eagerly, Atlas swallowed his c.o.c.k. He pushed his organ deep into his mouth until it hit the back of Atlas's throat. His face was so beautiful as Adonis f.u.c.ked it that he lost control far earlier than he'd expected.

When he was hard again, he pulled him off the bed and made him get down on all fours. He spread Atlas's a.s.s cheeks with his hand. "What a fine receptacle for my c.o.c.k," he murmured fitting his c.o.c.k head at his entrance. He wiggled a little which caused Atlas to cry out. Chuckling, he moved deeper and deeper inside of his a.s.s, frantically f.u.c.king him as he yanked on those golden curls.

That mysterious woman was suddenly in front of him, and there he was, naked, encased in that weird room where water flowed all around him. "Where...I..." He had completely slipped into another form of consciousness.

"You simply went back to the past," she said softly. "Don't you understand, Adonis? You were the reason Atlantis disappeared."

"Me?"

"The legend says that Zeus, in collaboration with the G.o.ds, decided to sink Atlantis, but it wasn't Zeus, it was Aphrodite."

"Aphrodite?"

"She was so jealous that you chose to spend your time with Atlas, she sunk Atlantis into the ocean."

The profound signification of those words washed over him. He was speechless.

"It's the reason you've always been obsessed with finding Atlantis. But Atlantis is not to be found, my dear Adonis. It is lost for a reason."

"What happened to Atlas?"

"You both died...together. Poseidon pleaded with Aphrodite to allow him to create an under the ocean haven for his precious Atlantis and she agreed, but only if she were allowed to kill Atlas. Adonis refused to return to Aphrodite. He insisted on staying at his lover's side until the end. Adonis and Atlas were making love when Aphrodite shot an arrow through his heart."

Tears streamed down Adonis's face.

"You can go now and I don't recommend you tell anyone about what happened here. No one will believe it...besides Atlas, has been waiting for you."

His body began to float upward. "Atlas?" he mouthed. "Where?"

Adonis woke up in the same place he was sitting before. The sun was shining. He stood up and wandered like a drunk back to his hotel room.

When he finally awoke, he realised it was three days later. He wasn't sure what to make of the latest dream he'd had, but he decided to forget all about Atlantis. He was ready to move on, do some other kind of research.

In the airport, he took out his ticket and handed it to the woman at the counter. "Yes," she said, "your flight to Rome leaves in two hours."

"Rome?" He blinked. "No, not Rome. I'm going home to the United States."

"I'm sorry, Sir," she said, showing him the ticket. "It's written Rome on your ticket."

Adonis stared at the ticket. Atlas has been waiting for you... He smiled. "Yes, of course. I'm going to Rome. What time did you say the flight left?"

Poseidon's Pa.s.sion AP Miller Hera slid her soft naked flesh up the length of Zeus's strong sinewy body. But his mind wasn't on the decadent beauty making attempts at seduction.

"What vexes thee?" Hera purred, running one finger across his lips, then up and down his finely chiseled features.

Zeus pushed his way past her. He stood on his feet walking toward the portal. Sweeping one hand across the water, he gazed in anger.

Hera, wrapped in a sheet, joined him at his side. "So this is why you have left my bed!"

He smirked, then ran a finger through the water scene in front of him.

"Mortals! Mortal women! I should have known." Hera screamed and wanted to toss him from the sky, but thought better of it. She stood by and could do nothing.

Zeus ignored her then swept a large hand over the portal again and closed his eyes. "What shall I do? I sit here and watch day after day, while all the beauty below turns evil. Poseidon is the ruler, and the most stubborn of them all. No matter what I try, he fights me."

Zeus glowered at the action below, with all the power he had, he vowed to put a stop to this.

Poseidon gazed at the rich beauty of the mermaids swimming nearby and began to wonder why he just hadn't chosen one of them as a mate. It was the green lush land above that lured him. The life of a mortal and what it would feel like, were his thoughts these days. Not even the G.o.ds above could prevent him from his task at hand. The golden G.o.ddess was chosen. Whether or not she wished to come was not her choice.

Poseidon had no other choice. If for no other reason, he had to protect her. The island, in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, was protected by a very powerful human race. Below the ocean was the city of the mer people.

The fate of his love weighed heavily upon him. Zeus was a threat, and as long as he was near, Cleito would never be safe. He glided through the shadow of the ocean floor. Back and forth, his trident in his hand ready to strike above the surface if necessary.

Cleito called to him from the island above. Poseidon obeyed, bursting through the water near where she stood.

"Something is wrong. I sensed it hence two days ago."

He stroked her soft cheek and drew her near into his strong arms. "Don't worry. I will protect you. But you must listen to me, trust me."

The island of Atlantis with its lush green lands was filled with many trees and plants that bore an abundant amount of fruit, herbs and nuts. On top of the mountain stood a statue of the G.o.d Poseidon made of gold. Zeus was jealous of the attention his water brother was receiving. But what he didn't realize was that it was in the way he ruled.

Poseidon was compa.s.sionate where Zeus was not. The people of Atlantis adored and idolized their water G.o.d while above, Zeus seethed with anger that rocked the heavens, releasing the heavy rains that were filled with loud clapping thunder and thick lightning. The mighty winds were equal to a Tsunami. The Atlanteans raced for cover inside the stronghold of the temple they had built for Poseidon.

Raising his trident high into the storm, Poseidon pushed the anger from the skies, bringing back the beautiful cerulean blue and lush green gra.s.ses once more.

Cleito searched Poseidon's handsome face. Danger for the people was near. "Come with me," she commanded of her lover.

Just beyond the cliffs of the peaked mountain was a remote area surrounded by a beautiful lake. Around the parameter of the lake, was a vast forest of trees enough to afford security. Nothing mattered here except that they were together. Here Poseidon was able to share his only true love without disdain.

He lowered his beautiful mortal bride down on the soft gra.s.s, touching her deftly, careful not to harm her for he was a giant compared to her pet.i.te frame. Where she bore a pair of slender, long legs, he was created with the mighty fin of a large sperm whale. Again, he drew up his trident-it glowed sharply.

Cleito gazed in pure amazement as he created a most spectacular aura around them.

Poseidon created large rings of water surrounded by land. Within this boundary, she would be safe...safe from the punishment Zeus and the heavenly G.o.ds had planned. Here Poseidon's legacy would live on.

He smiled down on her. "This is where you will stay. So when I come for you, you will remain."

"It's lovely, Poseidon," she whispered. "Nothing could be more beautiful than this very moment with you here."

He took her mouth in a hard searing kiss as if it were his last. As if she was his very last breath. He knew there would be consequences, but nothing he felt he couldn't conquer. True, his brother was angered. But he was the G.o.d of the heavens and sun. Zeus could no more take a mortal for his bride than Poseidon could. The difference was that Poseidon had the love of the mortals where his brother was completely forgotten.

Cleito wrapped her arms around Poseidon's heavily muscled shoulders and pulled him toward her. "Tonight it is just us..." she whispered against his lips. "I am not afraid Poseidon.

Poseidon moved away from her, and raised his trident once more. Before her eyes, his body slowly twisted a full circle in the water. His mighty tail, now long, became lengthy thunderous legs. His body formed into a smaller version of his extreme, giant sized, powerful self. He walked with a controlled gait as if he were born to human form. Raising his sight heavenward, he searched for his brother. No sight of him. He scanned the terrain surrounding their safety net...nothing.

"What is it, Poseidon?"

He shook his head. "Nothing, my mortal queen...nothing."

Ever so gently, Cleito fit into his form, and they melded as one.

Poseidon sucked in a deep breath, for the first time taking in the scent of the woman who would bear him sons.

"Zeus! Put a stop to this!" Hera demanded. "You can not control what your mighty brother does, and you can not control its people. They will love you no more or less because they do not believe in you. They worship Poseidon now, and you are no longer the mighty G.o.d of the heavens."

"No!" His voice was thunderous and commanding. "You are my wife! You will never go against my wishes, Hera! It would serve you well to remember that I am ruler of all the heavens and earth, and I can smite them whenever I see fit!"

Hera took several steps back from Zeus. She had never witnessed such hostility against his water brother. But the evil look within the depths of his obsidian eyes told another story.

He moved his hand over the portal. His eyes widened.

Hera could see the remnants of a line of red glowing as if the fires of h.e.l.l were licking behind them and they would spread the flames over the ground below any given moment.

Zeus saw his brother and the fair mortal maiden whose children would move heaven and earth to destroy him. This he knew. He was a G.o.d.

Hercules, his young son entered the chamber and stood next to his father. Zeus's eyes softened a bit as not to frighten the child. But it was too late. Hercules felt it, which is why he was compelled to reach his father's side. Zeus covered the portal, shielding his son's eyes from the storm below.

Dark clouds covered the landscape. Lightning struck once more. But Poseidon lifted his trident, placing a bubble around the island of Atlantis, which infuriated Zeus even more.

"Hera, take our son to safety. I must summon the G.o.ds."

Cleito's silky body felt warm against Poseidon's temporary human form. Her head rested on his ma.s.sive chest while he stroked her long dark obsidian locks. Sapphire eyes met jade eyes just before he kissed her.

Roaming hands found the heated folds just between the back of her thighs and coaxed them open with a gentle nudge. Cleito sighed softly, encouraging his gentle movements.

She will make a good mother to my sons, he thought. Purity would be his, this first night alone with his lovely mortal. I chose well, he thought, while gazing into the pools of blue within her hypnotic eyes. Innocence demanded gentleness, pa.s.sion beckoned desire, and love swelled within. Ever tender, he rolled her over so she was beneath him. Slowly he moved down her body, worshipping, touching the taut nipples of her perfectly formed b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Instinctively she arched into him, coaxing him to take one breast into his mouth. Her flesh tingled like several bolts of lightning struck through her every fiber. But there was something more she wanted.

Poseidon lowered himself and settled between her creamy thighs.