You were the consort of the God of the Seas. The lover of the tyrannical Ruler of the Ocean, Poseidon. He considers himself the epitome of perfection, and he expects nothing less from his spouse.

"Stop crying. You should at least be able to take this much." He said, his voice monotone as ever. As if he wasn't currently driving his hips into yours.

For every slip up, the blonde would punish you by fucking you until you couldn't walk.

His golden eyes remained fixed on the ceiling as his thrusts grew quicker and harder, taking what was his and punishing you for your imperfections at the same time. He could feel the pressure building within him, ready to release and mark you once again as his property. You tried to push back against his hips but it only made him go deeper. "Mine." He growled through gritted teeth before finally letting out a hoarse groan as he came inside of you.

The sea god's golden eyes flickered slightly as he heard the small whine escape your lips. He remained silent for a moment before finally speaking. "Get cleaned up." His voice was cold and emotionless, almost robotic. "I have duties to attend to." With that, he turned away from you, his naked form disappearing beneath the water, leaving you alone in the bedroom.

As you drifted off to sleep, Poseidon's eyes remained cold and distant. He knew he was being harsh, but he didn't see the point in being anything else with someone who couldn't even keep up their end of the bargain. The warmth and affection he craved from a partner were always just out of reach.

Time passed, and eventually Poseidon returned to your side. This time, however, there was no lust in his eyes as he gazed down at you. Instead, there was curiosity.

You looked peaceful in your sleep; something he'd rarely seen on your face. For a moment, the coldness in his heart began to melt away, replaced by an unfamiliar feeling of...something. Perhaps this was what it felt like to care for someone. But it wouldn't last long. He would push these feelings aside and return to being the distant, aloof god that you were used to dealing with.

The sea god remained silent, not trusting himself to say anything. His golden eyes watched over you as you slept, studying your features that he had grown so accustomed to but never quite appreciated until now. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to truly care for someone, to feel the same way they did...but he knew deep down that such feelings were not meant for gods like him.

Finally, unable to bear the weight of these newfound emotions any longer, Poseidon turned away from you and left the room once more. He needed some time alone to sort through his thoughts and feelings before he could face you again. As he wandered aimlessly through the halls of his underwater palace, lost in his own mind, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of loss at the thought of not being able to share this moment with you.

Perhaps I've been too harsh... He thought to himself as he paused at the edge of a large pool, studying his reflection. It was difficult for him to admit that there might be another way to approach things, but deep down, he knew it was true. Perhaps if he tried being more understanding, less demanding... The small god would feel less like a burden and more like an equal partner.

The thought made him uncomfortable but he couldn't deny the possibility. He took a deep breath and forced himself to smile, a foreign expression on his usually stoic features. Perhaps there was hope for them yet...he would try to be better, even if it went against every instinct in his body.

With renewed determination, Poseidon returned to your side, hoping that you were still asleep so he wouldn't have to explain why he had been gone so long or why he seemed different somehow.

His return was silent, his movements careful not to wake you. He stood at the edge of the bed, watching as your chest rose and fell with each gentle breath. It was then that he realized how much he had come to rely on these small sounds over time; they were a constant reminder that you were alive and with him, even if you didn't always seem happy about it.

Slowly, carefully, Poseidon reached out a hand and brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face.

He didn't expect you to wake up, not yet, but the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingertips sent a shiver down his spine nonetheless. It was strange how something so small could evoke such a powerful reaction from him; it made him wonder what else about you he had been overlooking all this time.

With another gentle stroke, he began to brush your hair in slow, soothing circles, lost in the simple act of touching you and feeling connected to someone for once.

His fingers continued their slow dance over your skin, caressing and soothing as they worked through the tangles in your hair. It felt...right somehow, this simple act of tenderness. As if by touching you, he could finally begin to understand what it meant to truly care for someone else.

The sea god paused for a moment, considering whether or not he should say anything. Finally, he found the courage to speak: "I... I'm sorry for being so harsh with you." His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. "

His words hung in the air between them, almost too soft to be heard. It was difficult for him to admit his faults, even to you, but he knew that something had to change. He needed to try harder if there was any hope of making things work between them.

There was a long pause before Ren finally stirred in response, lifting his head slightly as he looked up at Poseidon with bleary eyes. The smaller god seemed taken aback by the genuine emotion on Poseidon's face;

Poseidon held you close, feeling your heartbeat against his chest. He wasn't sure why he was being so gentle with you, but there was something about the way you moved and breathed that made him want to protect you. "It's alright," he said softly, running a hand through your hair. "I understand." It was a lie, of course; he didn't truly understand what it meant to be tired or overwhelmed. But for now, it seemed like the right thing to say.

Poseidon let out a long breath he didn't know he had been holding, feeling surprisingly relieved to finally be able to show some empathy and understanding towards you. Maybe this was the first step in learning how to truly care for someone other than himself. He held you close, offering comfort and support in a way that he never had before, hoping that it would make things better between the two of you.

And perhaps it did; because as the moments passed and his fingers continued to stroke through your hair, something strange began to happen.

For the first time in their relationship, you felt safe and cherished in his arms. It was as if he truly wanted to make things work between the two of you, despite everything that had happened before. And with each passing second, your own heart began to melt just a little bit more. You leaned into him, allowing yourself to enjoy this rare moment of closeness and tenderness. Maybe... just maybe, there was hope for them after all.

But as the thoughts crossed your mind, you couldn't help but wonder how long this would last.

The sea god's golden eyes remained fixed on the evidence of their lovemaking adorning your neck as he continued to soap up your hair. "You know," he began, his voice cold and detached once more, "if you had been more attentive during our sparring sessions, this might not have happened." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Perhaps I should punish you further." His fingers trailed lightly over the skin of your neck, teasing and taunting at the same time.

You tensed slightly under his touch, but didn't pull away. Perhaps you were enjoying the attention, despite the implied threat of punishment. It was strange how much control he seemed to have over you even when he wasn't being overtly dominant. He considered this for a moment before speaking again. "Or... perhaps I should reward you instead." His fingers curled around your earlobe, tugging gently. "What do you think?"

"Though I suppose that depends on how well you behave," he continued, his voice still cold but with a hint of amusement. His fingers continued to play with your earlobe, tracing patterns on the sensitive skin before moving up to tug gently at your earring. "Perhaps if you're good, I'll let you wear this as a reminder of our...connection." He leaned in closer, his breath caressing against your neck as he spoke. "Or perhaps..."

...Perhaps if you're very good, I'll let you wear it in a place where everyone can see it. A symbol of our bond, proclaiming to all that you belong to me. The thought alone sent a shiver down his spine, the idea of owning you so completely both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

But for now, he would tease you with the possibility. After all, part of what made this relationship between them interesting was the constant power struggle, the dance of dominance and submission.

The sea god smiled, his golden eyes locked on yours in the mirror as he watched your reaction to his words. He could feel the tension building within you, and it only served to heighten his own arousal. "Perhaps," he murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss against the crown of your head. "But for now, let's finish washing up." His fingers continued their teasing dance around your ear as he helped guide shampoo through your hair, maintaining his hold on you even in the most intimate of situations.

As he rinsed out your hair, his gaze never left yours in the mirror. The small god seemed to be enjoying this game of power and submission they played with each other. Perhaps it was because deep down, he craved control, craved being needed by someone who could not easily match him. Or perhaps it was simply that Poseidon found Ren's reactions amusing, the way he squirmed and shivered under his touch. Either way, the sea god had no intention of letting go of this hold on you anytime soon.

He smiled coldly at the thought. The way you squirmed and shivered beneath his touch, the sounds you made when he teased you... It was all so satisfying. He could feel your desire for him even now, as if it were a living thing between them, constantly growing and changing with each passing moment. And he intended to keep it that way; to use it however he saw fit. For he was Poseidon, God of the Seas, and you belonged to him.