Sally sat by the window of her small apartment, the salty breeze carrying whispers of the ocean as it danced through the open window. It had been months since Cordelia, her daughter, was born, and yet the weight of the past still lingered. She had been trying to move forward, to live as Sally Jackson, a mortal woman. But the memories of her true identity—Amphitrite, Queen of the Sea—were becoming harder to ignore.

The memories that returned after Cordelia's birth gnawed at her soul. They weren't just fleeting thoughts; they were powerful, vivid flashes of her life with Poseidon, the man who was not just her lover but her husband—the god of the sea.

Tonight, she couldn't sleep. She needed answers.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore was deafening. Sally walked toward the ocean, her feet sinking into the cool, damp sand. She could feel the pull of the sea—strong, relentless, calling her home.

Her heart was heavy with confusion, anger, and longing. She had given birth to Cordelia, Poseidon's daughter, months ago. And yet, in all that time, Poseidon had been absent. The hurt of that absence cut her deeper than she wanted to admit.

Suddenly, she felt a familiar presence behind her. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"Sally," Poseidon's voice was low, almost cautious.

She stopped in her tracks, her hands trembling as she clenched them into fists. When she spoke, her voice was laced with the storm of emotions she had been holding back for months.

"I remembered everything, Poseidon," she whispered, her voice softening as tears welled in her eyes. "I am Amphitrite, your queen. I gave birth to our daughter, and you were not there. Where were you when I needed you most?"

Her words were a mixture of accusation and longing, the pain of his absence sharp in her heart.

Poseidon's heart ached as he took in her words, realizing the depth of her suffering. His sea-green eyes shimmered with regret as he stepped closer to her, his hands reaching out. Gently, he cupped her face, his touch tender yet filled with the power and weight of the ocean. His thumbs brushed away the tears that had begun to spill down her cheeks.

"Forgive me, my love," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I never wanted to hurt you. But the Fates... they had a plan for us, for you. I had to follow it, no matter how much it pained me to be away from you."

Sally's breath hitched as she felt the sincerity in his words, but the hurt remained. "You left me alone, Poseidon. I was lost, confused, raising our daughter without knowing who I truly was."

Poseidon's hands slid down to hold her shoulders, his eyes never leaving hers. "I know. And it was the hardest thing I've ever done. But the Fates told us that this was the only way. You had to be reborn, to live as Sally Jackson, to give Cordelia the life she needs to fulfill her destiny."

Sally turned her gaze away, staring out at the endless horizon. "But why didn't I remember? Why couldn't I know the truth from the beginning?"

Poseidon let out a sigh, his voice soft but laced with the weight of centuries of wisdom. "Because the Fates took your memories. You agreed to this before you reincarnated, to forget, so you could live a truly mortal life. They said it was the only way for Cordelia to be born, for the prophecy to come to pass."

Sally's brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of it all. "I agreed to forget my entire life? To forget you? To forget our children?"

Poseidon nodded solemnly. "Yes. It was the only way. But now, your memories are returning because Cordelia is here. You're remembering who you are, and that's how it was meant to be."

The pain and confusion still swirled in Sally's heart, but alongside it, she felt something else—a deep, undeniable connection to the man standing before her. The god of the sea. Her husband. The one she had loved for centuries.

She turned back to him, her eyes filled with both sorrow and longing. "I don't know if I can forgive you for this, Poseidon. You should have been there."

Poseidon's face was etched with guilt, but he took a step closer, closing the gap between them. "I should have been, and I will spend the rest of eternity making it right. But I need you to understand, Sally—everything I've done, every choice I've made, has been for you. For Cordelia. You're not just Sally Jackson. You're Amphitrite, the Queen of the Sea, and Cordelia is our daughter. She has a destiny far greater than either of us."

Sally's breath trembled as she took in his words. "Destiny," she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

Poseidon nodded, his gaze filled with love and determination. "Yes. The Fates have decreed it. Cordelia is meant to change the world, to bridge the gap between gods and mortals. But she can't do it without you."

Sally blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over again. She hated how much she wanted to believe him, how much she still loved him despite everything.

"And what about us?" she asked softly. "Where does this leave us?"

Poseidon's eyes softened, his hands still resting gently on her shoulders. "That's up to you. But know this—I have always loved you, Amphitrite. Even as Sally, I never stopped. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to forgive me, but I will never stop loving you."

Sally closed her eyes, letting the weight of his words wash over her like the tide. The storm of emotions raging within her began to calm, but the hurt didn't disappear completely. It would take time, but maybe, just maybe, she could forgive him.

For now, though, there was something more important. Cordelia. Their daughter. The prophecy.

Sally opened her eyes, locking gazes with Poseidon. "We'll focus on Cordelia, then. On her future."

As his words washed over her, Sally's anger melted away, replaced by a surge of desire. She remembered their passionate nights, the intensity of their love, and the ecstasy they shared. Her body responded to his touch, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

"I could never forget you, Poseidon," she breathed, her voice hoarse with desire. "I felt your absence in every moment. Take me, now, and remind me of the pleasure we once shared."

Poseidon's eyes darkened with desire, and he pulled her close, his lips claiming hers in a kiss that ignited a fire within them. Their tongues danced, tasting each other's hunger and passion. Sally's hands roamed over his muscular chest, feeling the power of the ocean coursing through him.

With expert hands, Poseidon undressed Sally, revealing her luscious curves and creamy skin. Her breasts, full from nursing their child, beckoned him, and he bent down to take a nipple into his mouth, suckling gently at first, then with increasing urgency. Sally moaned, her head thrown back, as pleasure radiated from her sensitive flesh.

"Oh, Poseidon, your touch is like the tide, washing over me, claiming me as your own," she whispered, her fingers threading through his hair.

He moved his kisses down her body, his tongue tracing a path of fire across her belly, lower, until he reached the heart of her desire. Sally's breath quickened as his tongue parted her pussy lips, exploring her wetness, tasting her essence. He lapped at her clit, sending shocks of pleasure through her body, making her thighs quiver.

"Yes, my king, make me yours again," she pleaded, her hands gripping the soft sand as his skilled tongue brought her closer to the edge.

Poseidon's fingers joined his tongue, thrusting into her wet heat, preparing her for his divine cock. Sally's moans grew louder as he teased her pussy, bringing her to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to pull back and continue his torment.

"Please, Poseidon, fuck me now," she begged, her voice hoarse and raw.

He rose, his cock hard and proud, and positioned himself at her entrance. With one powerful thrust, he claimed her, filling her with his godly length. Sally cried out as pleasure and pain merged, her body stretching to accommodate his size.

Poseidon began to move, his strokes powerful and deep, driving into her again and again. Sally's nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks of passion on his divine flesh. Their bodies moved as one, a primal rhythm that echoed the crashing waves.

"You are mine, Amphitrite," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Feel my love, my devotion, as I claim you forever."

Sally's orgasm built, an intense wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her. Poseidon's name was a mantra on her lips as she tightened around him, her pussy milking his cock. He thrust harder, faster, driving them both towards the pinnacle of ecstasy.

With a final, powerful thrust, they climaxed together. Sally's pussy convulsed around Poseidon's cock, drawing his essence deep within her. Their cries of pleasure mingled with the sound of the sea, a symphony of passion and love.

As their hearts slowed and their breath returned to normal, Poseidon held Sally close, their sweat-slicked bodies still entwined. He kissed her tenderly, his love and devotion clear in his eyes.

"Never again will I leave your side, my love. Our bond is eternal, and our love shall conquer all," he promised, sealing it with a kiss.

Sally smiled, her heart full and content. She had regained her memories, and her love

Sally blinked, the memory fading as she returned to the present. Cordelia was sleeping peacefully in her room, blissfully unaware of the weight of her heritage and the destiny that awaited her.

Sally's heart ached with the knowledge that one day soon, her daughter would have to face the truth. The truth about who she was, about the prophecy, and about the gods who had shaped her fate.

For now, though, she would keep the secret just a little longer. Cordelia's journey would begin soon enough.