When I pulled the tentacle from my lips, Poseidon’s pupils had taken over his eyes like the black pits of the siren and other creatures of the deep. I licked the glistening remnants from each sucker, licked my lips, and said, “You love your wife… more than anyone you’ve ever pursued.” He stopped the thrusting tentacles completely, but they remained in me, and the pressure only built and ached and quivered from the pulses of his suckers. “Yes.”
