The Wrath of Gaia (Condensed) 1-5 - Sex Stories

The Wrath of Gaia (Condensed) 1-5

... fingerprints my hands had left on the gold after picking it up "Yes.....I will help them.....How do I help?" As I looked up again, I saw that she was gone. The grass was back to normal, the fawn was gone, and all was like it should be, except that the wreath was still in my hands. It was then that I heard her voice once more float across the treetops. "At the strike of 12, the equal will come to power......Remember my words and trust your heart for it will only lie when you let your brain deceive it". Her words slowly fell off and the forest was silent again. I held the wreath up watching the sunlight dance across the leaves, amazed at what I was actually holding. One moment it was in my hands, the next I watched as a gust of wind flew by my face, carrying the crown out of my hands and against the trunk of a tree. The crown was held in the air by an arrow hanging from the trunk as I realized just how close to death I had just come. Turning to where the arrow came from, what I saw did nothing short of make my blood run dry. Standing just on the edge of the forest's shadow was pure white wolf, and beside it, what could only be described as a women prepared for war. Her chest armor, leggings, and boots looked to all be made of fur, and her bow in hand seemed to glow at certain points in the groove without any light bouncing off it. "You have been ordered to come in front of the council." These were the last words I heard before watching the woman charge and effectively swing ...

... her bow before I could even react. Her bow connected with the side of my jaw, and I had hit the ground before my eyes had closed, knocking me out cold with one hit. I awoke to the feeling of cold air berating my throbbing head, but as I reached up to rub my temple, I noticed that my hands were tied behind my back. I start to look around, trying to patch together what has happened so far as I happen to look down and realize that I am looking down into a sea of clouds. Panic sets in almost immediately, but right before I start to move in my panic, I feel an arm firmly wrap between my own, holding me in place. I look up to see none other than the woman who had hit me holding me down as we are riding what can only be described as the world's largest dog or a very large wolf. The headache only worsens as more and more questions seem to enter my brain, and they start to spill out. "Where are you taking me? Why are you doing this? Who is the council? What did I do? What is this we are riding?.....HOW ARE WE IN THE AIR?!" I have no idea why that seemed to come out last, but as soon as I said it, the panic returned, but this finally broke her statue-like form as I hear her chuckle softly at my reaction. She still says nothing to me and continues to stare in front of her, but as I follow her gaze, I start to see what it is she is looking at. A set of large, Golden-clad gates stand firm on what seems to be only clouds, and beyond the gates seems to lie a world of all its own. The wolf ...