Lycaon: The Flaming Alpha

III

     "What would you say now? Ah!"

      He wasn't sure what was happening. How possible was it? He was in the bed getting laid quite the while ago. What was he doing in the depth of the waters chained? In the depth of the sea! How did he get there? Who transported him? He wasn't sure what was happening to him. Or was it some hallucinations which did complement sex with the daughter of the father of all gods? He didn't know what was happening. His thoughts eluded him. Twas quite better to say that his head was blank and was void. Well,darkness was oozing in the mental horizon. And he was humbly hoping that the light would come on. Come on and lit his instinct. Come on and shed a shred of its shade on his gloom. He needed to be sane for a while. Being insane wasn't an option. His hands were heavy. He was chained. His hands and legs separately, then together. He was chained such that, his hand were locked up, his legs were locked up and then his locked up hands and legs were mated with a larger chain. Mysteriously, he was on his knees. He didn't know how possible that was after being chained thus. He was behind a bar. Like a cage. The cage of a typical Cuckoo. He didn't know who he had offended or what his offense was. His heads were down. 

       A part of him loaned him that twas a metaphoric representation of the sex he was having with Athena. Like he was bound in pleasure. Smothering pleasure. He was so bound in pleasure that he was no longer in charge of his own wills. He could never make his own wills. He could never make his own choice. He could never be a man of his own stance. He had been knitted to her. He was helpless. Helplessly in love with her. Helplessly in taunting mood for her. Helplessly in the bewitching and subduing of his rage. That was becoming logical. But then again he thought, how possible that would be. Why would he be having sex and have to see a vision of the metaphoric representation of his fate with the poring and smothering pleasure. He knew he was not sane with that stance. He was simply guessing. His guesses were defected. Twas more than that. Twasnt some metaphor. Twasnt reality too. What was it? He was burning of the need to know. He knuckled under raising his head.

       The chains whooshed as his head became erected. He was shocked at the sight supplanted. It couldn't possibly be. How could it? The great man with broad chest and delicate patterns on his stomach with a giant fork in hand? A beautiful lady with delicate covetures and voluptuous boobs cautioned by the straps of cloths pushing their rages up. He didn't know whether or not he was making the clear view. He wasn't sure if he was making apt meaning from what he was seeing. The great man having a great smile on. His visage was glazed with confetti of elation. Twas wielded such that his nose complemented the curve of the lips. He was obviously really enjoying himself. The lady also was clothed in the same suit. The same smile braced her phizog. But hers was fiery. Twas rude and taunting. His pains were eased at the sight of her smile and the tamed tits. He hoped he would be sane enough to ignore to wield his words to know why he was there. The two stood there as couples. He could see that. Twas obvious. They had the same attire on. Though the distinction of feminine and masculine were bound to be esteemed. He was confused at the realization of what was happening and who they were. When did Poseidon and Athena get back as lovers? 

       He wanted to be sane. He remembered that he was getting laid with Athena. Like before that vision. Maybe few minutes ago and there she was? Damn! That was beyond reality. He wielded words in his thorax and wanted to have them puked, but his effort was mocked by what he couldn't discern. He couldn't say anything. And at that, the two laughed, their voices ringing in the hood of the ocean. He tried to catch the sight of where he was. Twas like a hall decked with several natural elements. He could see the hearts of octupus pasted on every halves of the walls. There were transparent gourds, probably made from glass, with the same quantity of the blood of octopuses. He had no idea when Athena had also become fan of octopus. She did hate them. He knew something was wrong. That could never be his Athena. And what was Poseidon trying to impress him with or trying to put across? That he'd gotten back Athena?. How did it happen was his contention. He wrenched in pain as he heard rustles of waves from distance. In a jiffy came the greatest serpent, Leviathan and was by Poseidon. Twas longer than the tallest tree if fallen. And fiercer and large,decked with ferocious scales. Poseidon helped Athena get on it and did suit. Hell! They looked royally. Then,as they set to leave without even saying nothing but smiles, he noticed Leviathan blurbed and puked felon flames with devoured his cage. That was all he saw. Then he opened his eyes. He was on the bed again. Twas a state of mind. A dream!

       But Athena was not there. He jumped on his feet as hoisted haste had the best part of him. Where did she go. Had Poseidon came to invade the pack while he was asleep? He rushed out of his hut and was shocked at what he saw. Everything was yet normal. The Sentinels were right about their duties and the rogues steering clear of the pups. But where was Athena? His question of the day. He rushed to Pelasgus:

        "You've seen Athena, Fath?"

        "In the forest."

        "Shit. She won't pay attention."

         He tamed his legs as they skip to the forest. And few timed skipping, there she was. He rushed to her, turned her himself, ploughing her lips without request. She responded, but her grip on him was strange.

        "I thought I lost you."

       She smiled, looking into his eyes, she already had two hopping incisors. The change was very quick. Quicker than he expected. She spoke:

       "You can't be sure."

        He didn't need to understand what she meant. He just wanted to take her home. That was all that mattered to him at the moment. 

    "Come, let's get you to the pack. Meeting will start anytime soon. There are lots to be discussed."

       That was his Athena!