1. The Wrath of Gaia pt 2


    Date: 8/26/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Coercion, Male/Female, Non-Erotic, Violence, Author: AthoughtfulJ, Rating: 86.6, Source: sexstories.com

    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 the wrath of my lightning bolts, you insolent, bickering children." As quickly as it began, his voice returned to normal and he moved his gaze to me. "Now that ...
    that is out of the way, please tell your story, but mind you that if you lie, I shall know." It takes me a moment to register that I am actually being asked to speak, and I have to stop to take a deep breath before starting out of fear of my voice shaking. I start to recount the incident of going to get wood for the orphanage and running into the woman, but certain parts are jumbled up from the blow to head I received. With it being as unbelievable as it already is, adding missing parts to it guaranteed that None of them would believe me, but still the one from the high chair sat there pondering what I said as if he actually believed me. finally he raised his hand to stop the light chatter going on amongst the five others and started to speak. "Catarsus, please escort him to one of the holding rooms while he decide what shall happen to him and how we will move forward. Make sure he his secured down as well so that if his accomplice returns, it will be difficult to rescue him." The gods all circled around this man as Catarsus pried the nail from the ground and started to push me towards a side door. My head still hurts, but one sentence seems to sit just on the tip of my tongue but I can't seem to come up with it. Right before we reach the doors, it suddenly hits me and I stop where I am. "At the strike of 12, the equal will come to power." I said it out loud, but I heard it as if she had just said it. As the final words left my lips, a sudden gust of wind swept across the room, ...
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