Freeing a God

Note; Triton in "walk among Humans" form looks like GoW3 Poseidon

TRITON
Legend said that after building Atlantis, the son of Poseidon was imprisoned by the Great King of Atlantis, Atlan, for raping his wife. It was this event that caused Poseidon to sink Atlantis...

Switching from a bearded man with blue skin, to an immense octopus, to a white-skinned man with a fishtail from the waist down, Triton again tried to free himself from his prison.

Again met with failure, he receded, assuning the appearance of a white man covered in glowing blue tattos of waves and sea creatures, and taking a seat once more at what was a Throne, what was to be his Throne as he ruled Atlantis. There was a recess in the large piece of Royal furniture that would fit and bind a woman there so that Triton could be seated and have the cunt kissing his asshole or washing his nutsack.

But then Athena whispered in the ear of his Advisor, Atlan. Triton lifted his weapon, a sword with three blades. It resembled a Trident, his father's weapon of choice, but missing the long shaft. His crossguard looked like a kraken's tendrils. It's power should be enough to tear open his prison, but it's power was being drained into the Trident held by the Kings of Arlantis since his father sank Atlantis.

Athena had resented Poseidon fucking the Nymphs Stheno, Euryale, and Medusa, resented that the City they competed for had become a place where men oppressed women and romanced each other. But though she was a Goddess and a respected one, she could not touch him. His son on the other hand... she turned Atlan against Poseidon. Even made a deal with Aphrodite to get Atlan to fall in love with one of Triton's sluts and believe they belonged together.

And so it was that Poseidon desired revenge, but could not completely prove Athena's involvement. So he sank Atlantis, barely affording the fools the chance to save themselves and become Merpeople or water-breathers.

Once more Triton thought about what Atlan had said thousands of years ago. That the only way to free Triton would be for a Champion of Athena to absolve him of his crimes.

The place began to shake, more than it ever had before. In fact, the closest Triton could compare it to... is the time his father Poseidon sank Atlantis. What was going on above him that would remind him of that day?

~○~

The chance to perform a special task for Pan was something a converted and pious Diana relished. She had been instructed to free Triton. He was imprisoned beneath the Atlantean Throberoom, and to reach his prison, a Queen needed to be made submissive in the Throneroom. That was why Diana was sent to recruit Black Manta, who not only wanted to hurt Aquaman, but also Arthur's wife Mera.

Mortal made Atlantean blades couldn't stand against Black Manta's skill with a blade, nor could it prevail against the bare hands of Diana, an Amazon amd former Champion of the Goddesses of Olympus.

Diana actually struggled to deal with Aquaman's Trident, a 'gift from Poseidon" their Ancestor King Atlan told his heirs, as her Lasso was taken from her when she was imprisoned by her Amazon sisters and the only weapons she could obtain once was free had been the work of mortal men of Kahndaq.

The Throneroom shook like nobody living in Atlantis could remember it doing. The Throne crumbled, secret compartments fell out and scrolls spilled out onto the floor. In the confusion, Diana's ally Black Manta fled with the broken Queen Mera and Diana leapt into the new hole, quickly switching to flight so she could reach the bottom faster.

With nobody to back her up, only Triton's freedom could save Diana if she's captured. Diana can't blame Black Manta for running when he did. All he wanted was to hurt Aquaman and Mera, and whether Diana succeeds, he's already achieved what he wanted.

In a moment where she passed through a tunnel that had panels showing the underwater city, Diana took in her changed costume. Pan had thrown away what she had started wearing after escaping Themyscira and retrieved her red and gold costume as a member of the Regime. Then... altered it. The red bodysuit was removed... leaving only her red boots, the golden metal, adamantine, gorget, shoulder and upper arm armour, bracelets, breastplate, crotchplate with rear skirt, and tiara. And then they too changed. The Eagle of Zeus the Skyfather was replaced by Pan's goat, her adamantine breastplate looked more like hands cupping her juggs.

The crotchplate too. And when she thought about Pan, she could feel the hands pinch and twist her nipples, and play with her clit.

She resumed her search, and arrived at what looked almost the same as the Throneroom she had just seen Mera fucked in. But grander, larger. This was the Throneroom of a God. And in the centre, an orb encased the God she was looking for. She noticed the Throne and it's unusual shape. Looking at it she received a Vision of its purpose, seeing herself fitted into it and having Triton use her face as a seat, tasting his asshole...

"Whore... stop fucking yourself and answer me!" She was brought out of her fantasy to lock eyes with Lord Triton. Feeling guilty and shame, she fell to her knees and apologised for meeting his gaze. It made the God laugh.

"I am Diana, Princess in Exile of Themyscira. Daughter of Zeus, Former Champion of all the Goddesses of Olympus... and now Champion of Lord Pan. As a past Champion of Athena, I absolve you, Lord Triton, of the crime of raping the Queen of Atlantis on the grounds that the woman deserved it."

In an instant, the orb cracked and fell away, evaporating into the ether. And then the room shook as it began to rise. Rise up and crash into the false Throneroom of Atlantis, fortunately evacuated beforehand.

~○~

Arthur was facing an unparalleled crisis. His person had been attacked, his home had been attacked, his wife had been kidnapped by his nemesis. And the one who had attacked him, had gone on to enter a previously unknown passageway.

Worse came not too long after. While he tried to organise renewed defences and sent out pursuit teams to capture Black Manta, the bastard had found a way to broadcast himself onto Atlantean channels. There was his wife, his Mera, impaled on a surface-dweller's cock, telling all that she convinced her son to challenge Arthur for the Throne of Atlantis, exposing the carefully hidden truth. Years of propaganda convincing his people he was forced into involvement with surface politics.

If that wasn't damaging, the revelations in the scrolls were. Proof of treachery going back to before Atlantis was sunk into the Sea. Proof of his bloodline being built on a lie. The Trident of Poseidon... the Trident of Atlan. A wizard's staffed by Athena to steal power from the imprisoned Triton.

Though Aquaman had fought and protected Atlantis and the Seven Seas as a Superhero, these secrets revealed now would ruin him in the eyes of his people.

Another earthquake? Was Atlantis to fall today!? But no, instead Arthur watched as a structure erupted from below and crashed into the Atlantean Throneroom. It was fortunate that all had left that area to either pursue the intruder or the fleeing Black Manta, or bringing the scrolls to the Royal Library.

When the shaking settled, Arthur led the guards to the new structure. It was... larger... than the old one. Upon entering, they gasped as they saw exquisite art, finer and more glorious than anything Arthur's ancestors could have commissioned. There were murals depicting Triton gathering people and building a magnificent city.

And upon a raised area Triton sat on his Throne. Aquaman's Trident rusted, crumbled, and blew away in his hands, throwing Arthur off balance. Indeed, some of the gold decoration of his attire lost its colour.

The Throne was like a great Leviathan's head, stuffed and mounted on the floor, circled by Kraken tendrils that still moved despite however long it was since they were cut. Triton was as a man. Pale skin, glowing blue tattoos of sealife and the waves, and long brown hair and beard. He sat comfortably, grinning in satisfaction.

And why wouldn't he? Fixed into his Throne, her face buried between his ass cheeks, his saviour and the first cunt he'd had in millennia, Diana kissed and licked and worshipped his asshole while his cum seeped deeper into her heavily used fuckholes.

It was a time for a New Atlantis.

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