medusa

   Her glowing body was ice cold under the heat of his but he did not care. The great serpents lashed and writhed, stinging his back and shoulders, cheeks and neck, harmlessly.
 The chariot monsters and some of his children stood around and watched, joking and spitting as his shape shifted from giant flubbering walrus to man, huge and potent. The fatally beautiful, hideous Medusa had no power over Poseidon.    

     Her great scaly wings beat as she struggled to free herself from him, struggled to master him. His body, lithe and wet but also harsh and hot as dragon hide rubbed onto hers, bearing down, boring in. She who was shunned by all, man, beast and god alike was taken by him, impregnated by him.
Rocks fell about them as the earth groaned.    
     Spent he lay on her like a great beached wreck. She snarled at him through her terrible teeth and he smiled. The serpents were whipped again into fury but he did not release her. Finally he rolled away, stretched and then standing sauntered back to the rock edge and dived into the deep. Disappearing with all his followers and attendants, leaving no trace. She crept into the cave.

Eros

Thanatos

Erotica

 Repression

Bestiality

 Denial

Infanticide

Betrayal