It had been four years since you had last been anywhere near the sea or beaches.

It wasn't out of fear of the water. In fact, long had you missed how the breeze would brush against your skin and the way the salty waters would envelop your body. But there was something -- someone -- you were avoiding.

Poseidon. The god of the seas himself.

Four years ago, he had seen you on the beach. And on that same day, he had taken you and drowned you in a night of passion. But afterwards, you no longer went despite Poseidon asking you to come again.

Now... after so many years, you once again stepped onto the beach. Almost immediately, a silhouette formed in the depths. That rippling physique that only a god could have, and those long locks of silver hair...

"You've come again," his voice was enough to send tingles throughout your body as I'd he owned it. His sharp, aquamarine eyes bore into yours, "Shall I punish you? Why would you make a god wait?"

"Get into the water." It was a command.