Of course, Poseidon was merely joking about being wife, however, he for sure wanted to keep Alan as a concubine or a fuck toy.
Woosh~
With the force of his magical trident, he instantly pushed Alan into a deep sleep.
"Bring him to my bed... I have a meeting to attend now, when I return, there better be baby oil from the human world, and dress him as a newlywed wife," Poseidon said shamelessly.
The two fish guards nodded.
...
Alan's consciousness drifted somewhere between dream and drowning.
The cold cradle of the deep surrounded him, but the silence was not empty, it pulsed with ancient breath, as if even the water itself remembered being commanded.
Maybe related to authority: When there is will there is a way.
His limbs were heavy, soul pulled taut by divine compulsion.
Time passed, or perhaps it didn't at all, Alan has no way of knowing.
In the depths of the divine sea realm, time was merely another tool of control anyway.
