Medusa: Furious Rapture

 
Medusa, daughter of Phorcys and Ceto, was a gorgeous maiden, who took the virginal vow of a priestess of Athena. Her parents were proud of her for this, and the city blessed and thanked her, as every new priestess ensured the protection of Athena longer into the future.  Athena was busy in Troy, when Poseidon visited Athena’s temple, likely knowing Athena would not be there to protect it.  Poseidon noticed Medusa reciting her vows, and stalked her, trying to entice her by saying sex with Gods does not count, then taking her anyway.  Medusa resisted, but what can a girl do against Poseidon?  She wept in defeat and regret.  He returned to the Sea.  
Medusa’s crying was reported to Athena, as it lasted days and was louder than a herd of cattle.  Athena asked Medusa what had happened, and Medusa told her.  Athena became enraged, saying to Medusa, “Because you betrayed your vow, I will punish you with ugliness like the world has never seen.”  Athena leaped onto Medusa, hissing into her ear, “You will be a gorgon.  The ugliest.  And when people look you in the eye or directly at your face, they will turn to stone.”  Medusa’s hair turned to asps, her eyes turned dark black, and the luster of her skin changed to a pallid hue and stench.  Athena returned to Troy.
Medusa covered her face and left the temple and the city, running into the woods and hiding in the nearest cave where she stayed, isolated, for years, living off the little vegetation and small critters of the forest.  Over years, Medusa’s appearance became more disgusting, and her stench more vile.  She managed to hide her face from most of the travelers who wandered, unknowingly, near to her cave, but a few of them looked directly at her face and into her eyes, and the fear they felt turned them to a pile of stones equal to their worth.  One day, a young maiden had wandered off the walking path and gotten lost.  As it was near sunset, Medusa thought the forest would be clear, but when the girl startled her, she turned suddenly and looked at the girl, who looked at Medusa, and the girl turned into a marble statue, befitting a palace.  Medusa turned back her head and wept, “This is enough of this curse.  I cannot bear what I do to others.  This maiden was pure-hearted and kind, and now she is at best something to ogle.  I will avenge myself or die and relieve my torment.”  That night, Medusa crept into the temple.  She bathed in the floral bath water, covering most of her foul smell.  She also wiped herself with creams, and clothed herself with the dress and jewelry of a priestess, then walked to the sea.  Medusa walked the beach as the sun rose, and glimmered a false youth off the creams on her skin.  The creatures of the sea took notice, and, soon, so did Poseidon.  He appeared in the water just off the beach and said, “surely a maiden of your stature and appeal must know she is tempting Poseidon, walking alone on the beach, and smelling like the sweet pheromones of the coral.  I will walk beside you.”
“How can a lady refuse Poseidon?” Medusa replied to Poseidon’s insistence.
Poseidon left the water and walked next to Medusa, with his hands already all over her.  She tried to move away from him a little, but he kept near her, and was getting more aggressive the more she pulled away.  “Why so coy?  You came here for this.  Enjoy your time with Poseidon!” He said as he threw Medusa to the ground and landed on top of her.  Medusa could do little but let him in, again.  This time, she did give in a little, so she could get a grip around him.  She was holding him closely, and moving her legs as far up his body as she could get them, waiting for him to be at his most vulnerable.  She could tell he was close, so she moved one hand to his head and grabbed his hair, lightly so he wouldn’t really notice.  After a few more seconds, as Poseidon began to ejaculate, Medusa tightened her grip on his hair so he couldn’t get away, then quickly lifted her legs to his chest and neck and wrapped her other arm around his head, pulling and twisting with every muscle, until Poseidon’s head starts ripping from his body, his scream turning from ecstasy to agony to a gargle of salty blood pouring onto Medusa.  Medusa was heaving incomprehensible grunts in furious rapture.  When the head was fully severed, three times Medusa sucked out a mouthful of blood and spit it onto the ground.  Then she went to the sea, and as she washed the blood from her body, she washed the putrid skin and stench from her body as well, and when she was finished washing, Medusa was a lovely young woman again, allowed to serve as a priestess of Athena again, if she so chose.