Chapter 264 - What’s Kraken lackin’ (2/2)

Chary arched a brow, a mischievous smile curving her lips. ”Torture? Our sweet Arei? Do tell!”

Jos puffed out her cheeks letting the air out slowly. ”I would ask if you really wanted the details of your brother's s.e.x.u.a.l prowess, but I already know the answer to that.”

”Then why are you still stalling, beech!” She called out in amus.e.m.e.nt. Chary's laughter died off as she watched Jos's face redden while everyone continued laughing. ”Jos, dear, trust me there's nothing you could say that would make anyone here think less of you or Arei. You don't have to keep all this pushed down so deep. Talk to us.”

”I miss s.e.x-” Jos blurted her hands flying to her lips quickly.

Chary and Raven both busted out laughing. ”There's a surprise!” Raven chuckled as she pulled Isha against her. ”S.e.x is nice, I know I missed the hell out of it when this one decided to cut me off.”

Chary nodded. ”S.e.x is natural, there's nothing wrong with admitting you want it.”

Jos glanced away in embarrassment as she added. ”But he doesn't seem to want it... as badly at least...”

Chary set back with a huffed laugh, crossing her arms over her c.h.e.s.t. ”Girl, he wants it I guarantee that much! But he's not lying when he tells you children of Poseidon are cursed. You should understand that feeling, feeling trapped by something you can't control.”

Jos nodded. ”I do... but it's the reason I want to make this choice for myself. I don't want to keep waiting. The more time that passes the more it feels more like something that I have no control over... And he's made it very clear that continuing to push for it isn't an option... though I have to admit just shoving that monstrosity he calls a d.i.c.k in me doesn't sound like the best idea... been there, could not do that.”

Raven chuckled. ”Well, from what you've told me you were a v.i.r.g.i.n and didn't think you use lube.”

Chary half gasped half laughed. ”My gods girl! That had to hurt like hell.”

Jos nodded. ”Yeah, I think I still have PTSD over it even after 500 plus years.”

Chary laughed as she pushed an unopened bottle of fairy wine toward Jos. ”There's only one way to deal with things like this... get wasted while ya do something you enjoy with friends. What have you been into for the last couple hundred years that we can't read about in these diaries?”

Jos shrugged. ”Art... mostly...”

”There you have it then! Booze, painting, sketching, whatever you want! Let's have some fun! You guys will have to leave soon so let's make the most out of it.” Chary said as she sprang up from her set. Ten minutes later she was unloading an armful of art supplies and canvases. And twenty minutes after that they were convincing Shelly to shift. ”Come on just long enough for a quick picture, then we can use the picture as reference instead of you sitting here n.a.k.e.d the whole time.”

Shelly rolled her eyes as she jumped down from the chair she'd been sitting on and walked over to the water's edge. Scylla moved away from where she'd been leaning and watched as the wolf shifted into a beautiful blonde young woman. Shelly sat on the edge brushing a section of her hip length hair over one shoulder to cover her b.r.e.a.s.ts. She cupped her large belly and smiled down at it lovingly. Holding the pose for a few seconds as cameras flashed around her, she finally arched a brow up at them. ”Done?” Shelly asked in amus.e.m.e.nt.

”One more, just like that, smile at the camera.” Chary said. She took the picture and lowered the camera as she watched the girl shift back into a wolf. ”I figured after meeting your brother you'd be pretty, but damn girl, you're a beauty!” Chary shook her head in stunned amus.e.m.e.nt as she turned the camera around and lowered it for the wolf to see.

Raven leaned over to see. She sent Shelly a sad smile as she patted her head. ”Rin would have loved this one.” When tears started streaming down the wolf's furry cheeks, she lowered to the ground and pulled her into a tight hug and held her for a long time. Raven wiped her nose with a sniffle. ”Alright guys, let's have some damn fun!”

***

Giggling echoed through the long corridors of the palace as Arei walked toward the library. He'd planned on going straight to his room, but the beautiful sounds of female laughter had found his ears almost instantly, and he couldn't resist seeing Jos's rare carefree laughter. The bag in his hand nearly dropped to the floor with his jaw as he pushed open the wide doors. There were flower petals scattered everywhere and live butterflies, but that wasn't what had his mouth hitting the floor. His eyes had quickly registered the other n.a.k.e.d women dancing around the newly staged library waving brightly colored scarves and scraps of lace as they danced. No, his attention fell instantly on the silver headed beauty standing behind a tripod with a canvas balanced on it. She had a palate of paint in one hand and the brush in the other. Her hair hid the majority of her b.a.r.e back, the silvery tips brushing the top of a pair of hot pink lacy p.a.n.t.i.e.s. He hadn't noticed until she bent a retrieved the bottle and turned it up, but she seemed to be well into a bottle of fairy wine. ”Holy f.u.c.k...” He muttered. His eyes shot around the room quickly. They hadn't noticed him yet. He moved as quietly as he could until he was behind Jos. Leaning over her shoulder as he slid his free hand around her waist, he whispered. ”Looks good, I didn't realize you were so talented.”

Jos gasped as she turned to face him. ”Arei?!” She didn't waste any time in her drunken state as she flung her arms around his neck splashing wine from the bottle still gripped in one hand and smudging paint on him from the palate in the other hand. Seeing the paint mess she'd made, she lowered back to flat feet on the floor. ”Oops sorry, I was too excited to see you... I forgot about the paint.” She slurred.

Arei arched a brow as the corner of his lips curved into a smile. He plucked the bottle from her hand. ”How many of these have you had?”

Jos tilted her head as she stared up at him. ”Bottles? I don't know two or three...” She glanced around counting at least 4 empty bottles in the near proximity. ”Maybe more...” She murmured as she rubbed her chin with paint covered fingers.

He hooked his index finger under her chin and rubbed at the paint. ”Where are your clothes, kitten?” His voice came out in a hushed, masculine tone. He could feel his c.o.c.k grow hard as her drunken gaze moved down to her b.a.r.e b.r.e.a.s.ts and his eyes followed.

She shrugged her shoulders. ”I don't know, ask Isha. She was the one that said it would be weird if I was fully dressed while everyone else was n.a.k.e.d... then poof... they were gone...”

He took the paints from her and set them on a nearby table, then started unbuttoning his shirt snapping them loose with one hand. He sat the bags down long enough to tug his shit off and wrap it around her shoulders. ”What do you say we leave,” His eyes glanced quickly up at the group before moving even faster back down to hers. ”I bought... somethings you may... like...”

Jos nodded, her gaze following her hands as they ran across the thick, rippling muscles of his lower abs. She let her fingers trail the sharp V as it tapered into the waistband of his slacks. ”I can think of something you have I'd like...”

A gruff growl reverberated in his throat as he bent and scooped her and the bags into his arms before turning swiftly for the doors.