Page 76 of Poseidon's Island Flower

Loki snorted, picking up the starfish, and left the room.

Lucifer pulled Uriel to the door and gave a curt nod. “We’ll see you at dinner. Or not.” He winked. “Have fun with that.”

Uriel popped her head back into the kitchen and waved her finger. “Don’t forget, she’s just stress free right now. Anything she wants to do to you is consensual. She isn’t impaired with worry or stress, that’s all.” Uriel wiggled her eyebrows.

“Fates,” Poseidon muttered, picking me up with one arm under my legs and the other behind my back.

“Wee! Where are we going?” I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Am I gonna get to taste your sea serpent, now?” I reached up, and my lips crashed into his as I wiggled in his grip, straddling his waist and locking my ankles behind his back.

“You are intoxicated right now,” Poseidon said between kisses. I could feel his cock growing hard, and my pussy tightened with need.

I groaned, remembering how wonderful it felt rubbing my pussy all over his cock. I couldn’t wait until we took that next step. I wanted him so badly. My worries had flown out the window, and I accepted who he was, even if he was a god.

Poseidon held me, walking down the hallway. He pushed through the overhanging curtain of shells that clinked together and laid me on the bed. I didn’t let my arms fall. I held onto him tightly. I didn’t want to let him go.

“My Flower, I fear what Uriel has done to you has made you lose your voice of reason.”

I hummed into his neck. His raging boner said he liked it. I was never opposed to doing more things with Cy, I mean Poseidon. But I had to make sure of one thing.

“Are you the same person I met the day you saved me?” I asked. I blinked several times, gazing at his softening face. He nodded. My sweet Poseidon, brushing my wild curls from my face, was gentle.

“Everything? Your sweet personality, your tender heart, it’s all really you?” The deep fog that surrounded me made me forget everything that didn’t matter. This place, what his correct title was, that there are gods, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was him. The god who saved me and, for some strange reason, had become infatuated…with me.

“All of it is true.” He swallowed. “I have shared much, but there is more to tell.”

“But this personality, it’s you right?” I patted his chest.

He nodded. And that was all I needed to know.

I rubbed my pussy on his thickening shaft. He groaned, his forehead touching my shoulder. “My Flower, you cannot do this to me.”

I bit my lip, rolling my hips again. “But it’s what I’ve wanted for so long. Ever since the first day I met you.” My fingers entangled in his thick red hair.

“You have?” he stuttered. “In which form, my true self or human?”

“Both,” I answered quickly. “I went home that night and pulled out my dildo and fucked myself into oblivion thinking about you and that human skin you put yourself in.”

Oh, my god. I can’t believe I said that out loud.

Well, too late to take it back.

Poseidon’s face turned beautifully scarlet, and I wiggled the tunic further up my body. Poseidon was so damned adorable; he hadn’t remove my swimsuit. He was the perfect gentleman. Gentlegod? Gentle… Snap, what would he be called?

Poseidon looked at my breasts, his tongue darting and wetting his lips. “I think I need a shower. Will you help me?” I blinked innocently.

Poseidon nodded and pulled me to a sitting position. I moved my hair and turned, ready for him to undo my top. I looked over my shoulder, smiling. “I can’t seem to get the string. Can you reach it?”

The robes he wore revealed a tent that made me wet my lips. I knew he was large, but being able to see it through loose robes meant it was impressive. He might surpass Big Bertha which I’d had hidden in my drawer for ages. She was some kinda beast I hadn’t tackled yet.

He fiddled with the string for far longer than he should have. The strings fell, and I turned to show him my heavy breasts. He panted, his hands tightening by his sides. “They are kinda heavy. You wanna hold them?” I giggled.

I’m so bad.

He swallowed. “You are intoxicated,” he told himself.

Sure, I felt fuzzy; I felt light; I felt airy. But I was perfectly coherent. From the very beginning, I wanted Poseidon. Now that I knew the merman and Cy were the same person, the puzzle pieces fit together perfectly.

Sure, he was a god. Doubt circled me before Uriel touched me. Whatever calming effect she had sucked all the doubt away. I was only going to live for so many years while Poseidon would live forever, and I wanted to make every second count.

---