Page 17 of Blood of Olympus

At least, I assumed she was equally as nauseated by the still-wiggling inch-worm. How could she not be?

“By the Fates!” she swore. “Poseidon, you embarrass yourself.”

The god in question froze in mid-air, his micro-cock mercifully stilling, as the sniggers of gods filled the chamber.

“Themis? What are you doing here?” he sputtered.

“Witnessing the greatest quandary of my existence,” she sighed. “How in Tartarus have you managed to sire so many children with that… thing?”

I snorted.

“I pity the women you’ve lain with,” she jabbed again.

Aphrodite cackled, thoroughly delighted.

“Are you sure they really are your children?” Themis asked. “Only the Furies know how many of those women had to seek proper gratification elsewhere after you were done.”

Aros howled.

“I’d wager you only lasted as many seconds as your cock is inches long.”

Caelus unleashed a torrential laugh.

“Two?” she queried with a lifted brow. “Although, perhaps that’s being generous.”

Poseidon thrashed once more, bellowing his wordless fury, setting his inch-worm jostling again.

“Set me down! I demand justice for this disgraceful display of power!” he roared.

With a smirk, I did as he asked. My shadow ropes dissipated in an instant, dropping Poseidon on his obtuse head, much to the amusement of all present. He launched to his feet with a shout, immediately springing towards me with fists clenched and spittle flying from his open mouth.

I did not move.

Caelus and Aros both stepped forward to intercept him, each securing an arm. His face was level with my chest but his eyes shot daggers at mine. Struggling to free himself, he howled a battle cry — and still, I did not move.

Poseidon did not scare me.

If his brother, Zeus, never caused me to tremble, then pitiful pin-dick Poseidon was fighting a losing battle.

“What luck it is that Justice is in the room with us,” I said, voice low and unyielding.

Themis stepped closer, her long brown locks glistening softly in the morning light as she moved.

“I, Themis, Titaness of justice, have been called forth, and so do decree: justice has indeed been dispensed today. Our queen has dutifully exposed you for the wretch that you are.”

Poseidon’s hate-filled gaze latched onto her instead.

“You hate her because she killed your son and heir.”

His eyes narrowed.

“This alone would have warranted punishment. But,” her voice thundered across the room. “Both of you were already allied with Hera, and she had already employed your son to murder Nyssa. Am I wrong?”

Poseidon said nothing, but a tiny voice chimed in: “Truth.”

Aletheia approached slowly, never once looking away from the god of the seas. Cautiously, she reached forward.

“Do not touch me, witchling,” he seethed.