The Wrath of Gaia pt 8 - Sex Stories

The Wrath of Gaia pt 8

... from a very young age, much like the god zeus is now. Tell me dear, did you come from a rich, prosperous family?" She stopped to ask me this question which confused me, seeing as she seemed to know everything. "No, I never knew my father and my mother work in a brothel long enough to forget she even had a child." This was very personal information, but I gave it to her as if it was common knowledge. Something about her put me in a zen-like trance that I couldn't help but follow her along as she led me down a path. "I see, now dear, I have a theory. People who, that have lived a long time with power, are given more power tend to abuse it for they have never known what is like to live without, but people who, that have lived without power, are given power cherish and protect this new power, because they know what is like living on the other end of the spectrum. With or without you, Justin, the titans were going to be released and a war was going to be reignited. I am not fond of what you humans call gambling because I have never found in outcome I didn't already favor, so ,with that in mind, I have decided to change the stakes. I have given you a power on par with, if not greater than any god or titan that dares step foot on this earth. You could rule the world with your own hands, you could crush your enemies mercilessly, or you could watch the world burn from the sidelines. What will be your decision?" As I opened my eyes, I was no longer sitting in the living room of a home, ...

... but instead floating in endless nothing. In front of me stood two items, one on my left, one on my right. On my left stood a sickle that looked much sharper than would be needed for harvesting wheat. On my right stood a hand that seemed to extend from a portal made of thin air. Both items seemed to pull me to each other separately, indicating that I must make a chose on the two, but something about the sickle made my stomach turn over like no other. Whereas the hand felt warm and comforting, as if I had held it before. I believe the decision was easy as I softly took the hand within my own and realized why it felt so familiar. As thoughts of Cat came into my mind, I could hear her voice start to get louder. "Justin.....Justin.......Justin..Justin..JUSTIN DON'T!" My eyes opened abruptly as I had returned to Mt. Crone, and before me stood four beings. On the ground lay a motionless Cronus, being dragged away by a bloodied Phtonus, while two others stood in front of me. The closest to Phtonus of the two was Hermes as he had his hands ready to fight, though shaking profusely they may be, and closest to me stood Cat, with her hand intertwined with my own. As I started to become more away of my surroundings, I realized my body was covered in cuts and gashes from the sickle that lay in my own hand, which I quickly threw aside. Once the sickle left my hands, Cat threw her arms around my neck and proceeded to let tears of joy that I had never expected to see from a god. "Justin thank ...