Page 24 of Poseidon's Island Flower

“I’ll be alright, I promise.” I patted her hand that laid lazily over the wheel.

She tutted. “I think I should come in and make sure you are tucked in.” She unbuckled her seat belt, but I locked the doors.

“Candice, go home. I’m really okay.”

Because I needed time with my vibrator.

Candice sighed heavily then pulled me into a hug. Her arms squeezed tightly around my neck and when she pulled away, a tear rolled down her cheek.

“You scared me today, Lani. I was scared you were gonna give up.”

Yeah, I thought so, too.

“Nope, not when you obviously need me. I mean, who is going to clean up sticky, used condoms if I’m not around?”

That was Candice’s “hard limit,” she would say. She could clean up vomit and feces all day long but give her a sticky condom and she started dry heaving.

Candice left after ten more minutes of coaxing, and I unlocked the door. It creaked louder than it ever had before, and I knew it was because of the silence that now hovered over this home.

I threw the keys on the counter, too tired to cook a frozen meal that I had already prepared myself for the week, I immediately went to the bedroom. The bandages were freshly done, and the adrenaline in my body had finally worn off.

I laid on the bed, pulling up one of the pillows Koma had left on the bed. I sniffed, hugging it tightly, and looked out the open window. The crashing of the waves was lulling me to sleep until I heard a beep on my phone.

I groaned, hoping it wasn’t work asking me to come in on my day off, but I was pleasantly surprised when I saw an unknown number pop up on my phone.

As I tapped the screen, I knew immediately who it was because all it said was, “yes.”

Poseidon

I released a trembling sigh as the door shut. I gripped the counter to hold myself upright.

From my peripheral, I could see Zeus and Athena looking at each other, but I didn’t have time to address their questioning stares. Sweat beaded on my brow, my heart racing wildly in my chest. I clutched it, ready for it to explode from my body, until I grunted in pain.

Pushing away from the counter, I rounded the kitchen counter, meeting Athena in my path. I could feel the sympathy rolling off her in waves as I tried to get by.

“Poseidon, let’s talk about what happened,” she said soothingly, trying to guide me to the couch.

I couldn't talk to her right now, not in the state of duress I was in. She may be a therapist, a professor, a doctor, whatever you want. She was the goddess of wisdom, but she didn’t know what suffering I’d endured.

I rejected my mate. They both saw how Lani asked me to dinner. Sure, it was for a “thank you” and to talk to me about what happened, but how could I talk to her?

Lani had forgotten what my true form was. It was a blessing or a curse. Part of me wanted her to tell Athena that she saw some mystical merman, that she found him handsome, dashing, a complete hero, but she said she saw nothing.

As soon as she woke on the beach, I felt my cock rising. It hadn’t stirred in thousands of years. Nothing woke me, I could hardly masturbate to keep my dick in working order, but one look at her and it was there.

Lani stirred something deep inside me, awakening a wildness I never knew existed.

I shook my head, not even looking Athena in the eye. I had grown accustomed to her over the months, but with this much stimulation today, I was spent.

I couldn’t calm myself. None of the techniques I’d been taught to help get rid of the extra stimuli were working.

“Let it go, Athena, he’s obviously hurting,” Zeus said darkly. Zeus stood with his arms crossed at the far end of the dining room. His mood was darkening the setting sun outside. “Besides, he has a problem to take care of downstairs.” He lifted an eyebrow, smirking.

“Downstairs? We are on the ground floor,” Athena said.

Athena looked down and blushed. “I can’t believe you are my father,” Athena hissed. “Your comments are brash and downright disturbing.”

Zeus rolled his eyes and nodded for me to run to my room. And that I did. I sprinted, opening and closing the door quickly and grabbing my dick through my swim trunks. Squeezing my erection did not give me the relief I wanted; I would have to take more drastic measures.

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