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

The Wrath of Gaia (Condensed) 1-5

... elegance that I was mesmerized to the point of almost not noticing the amount of water flowing into the temple from seemed like nowhere as he continued to speak. It only continued until he finally chose to sit down, at which point the water left as quickly as it had come, leaving the floor as dry as if it hadn't had water mere seconds before covering it. The tension in here was only mounting and I was worried that that anger was now going to focused solely on me. It is at this point that Apollo stands and begins to speak. "Athena, you cling so strongly to claim of being goddess of wisdom and intellect, yet you have failed to even note key facts in proving that Artemis's decision is not needed." The look of confusion on Athena's face makes Artemis mockingly chuckle before being stopped by a gaze from Apollo. As he starts to continue, he walks very slowly toward me, and as he does I can feel an unknown pressure building around the area of my neck, forcing my head towards the ground in a position of bowing. "How is it that this boy stole my wreath?" He asks quizzically looking over to Artemis. "He broke in and took it from you in your sleep, you said you woke up to find it missing so that's the only time he could've taken it" This response was expected from Apollo as he smiles softly at his sister. "Then why is it that he can not even raise his head in my presence?" He looks over to Athena only to see her eyes narrow in as realization sets in. "Yes, he had my wreath, but I'm ...

... afraid we have yet to find the real thief. I have already determined this, but this still leaves a question behind in my mind. Why is he willing to die for this?" He moves towards me once again, but before he reaches me I feel the pressure on my neck starts to lift. I quickly move my head back up so that I may look at what is going on, but as I do so I am brought face to face with Apollo himself, and the look on his face can be described as nothing else than pure bloodlust. He quickly grabs hold of my short hair, pulling back so that my neck is exposed before saying, "Tell me, how long do you think it would take for you to die after I have ripped out your throat? I like to think itll be faster than the clean up afterwards personally. How dare you touch my wreath you stupid human, do you know how many people would kill to even stand in my presence, and here you sit with that dumbfounded look on your face as if you are watching a play reveal before your eyes. Before you die, you will tell me who stole my wreath, of that I can assure yo-" Apollo is stopped abruptly by a hand wrapped firmly around his own throat from behind. I am frozen in place and can only watch as the man from the highest chair slowly pulls Apollo away from me almost effortlessly before saying in a soft, calm voice," It is not polite to threaten guests, or have I raised you poorly Apollo." His voice grew to a thundering roar as he continued. "If you are to disrespect my temple once more, I will make you all feel ...