Chapter 6 – The Last Visit
High on Olympus, the great hall was crowded.
Zeus occupied the central throne. To his right, Poseidon, trident resting on his shoulder. To his left, Hades, wrapped in discreet shadows. Around them, dozens of lesser gods, high-ranking nymphs, and secondary divinities murmured among themselves.
Zeus raised his hand and silence fell.
"The world must forget Cronus," he said, his voice echoing through the marble columns. "His era is over. We won. Now it is time for a new order."
Poseidon nodded, his hair still smelling of salt.
"The remnants of my father still walk upon the earth. Those mortals… too empty, made in his image."
Hades spoke softly, yet everyone heard:
"As long as they exist, the memory of Cronus remains. Better to erase them."
A lesser god tried to protest, but his voice died in his throat when the three gazes turned toward him.
Zeus continued:
"As the first initiative of this new era, the beings created under my father's reign shall be extinguished. On the next full moon, the mortals of Cronus's generation will perish. Thus, the new races we create may flourish without the shadow of the past."
Many faces showed discomfort. Some gods exchanged uneasy glances. But the three great ones had agreed. No one dared openly oppose.
Aphrodite, seated among the goddesses, furrowed her brow.
Her first thought was direct and unwanted:
'Godwyn…'
The mortal who had captivated her. The only one of that race who made her return. She pressed her lips together and said nothing. She knew there was no way to change the decision of the three.
The meeting ended.
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On earth, the sun was still high when the familiar scent arrived.
I was outside the ark, checking the water channels of the plantations, when I felt the presence. I turned slowly.
Aphrodite was there. This time the pink light around her was softer. Her face held less urgency and more… something close to tenderness.
"My lady," I greeted, bowing my head.
She approached without haste and, for the first time, extended her hand. In her palm was a small fine cloth pouch.
"Pomegranate seeds," she said. "My favorite fruit. You always offer me gifts… I thought it only fair to return the gesture. I know you enjoy cultivating."
I received the pouch with both hands, voice low and respectful.
"This servant feels honored, my lady."
She smiled sideways.
"Show me what you have been doing."
I spent the rest of the afternoon with her. I took her inside the ark. I showed her the rows of fruit trees that grew far too quickly, the pens with sheep, goats and birds, the pots of herbs, the books of notes. Aphrodite walked beside me in silence, occasionally touching a leaf or the wood of the walls, as if she wanted to imprint everything in her memory.
At one point, while we watched the animals, she spoke without looking at me:
"Be careful with the next full moon, Godwyn."
The sentence was spoken lightly, almost casually. But I felt the weight behind it.
'The extinction… is near.'
I did not ask. I only bowed my head.
"Yes, my lady."
Later, I took her to the waterfall.
The water fell crystal clear, reflecting the sky, the trees, and the two bodies approaching the edge. Aphrodite stopped, observing her own image on the surface, then looked at me with a different light in her eyes.
"You are more beautiful," she murmured.
I did not answer with words. I simply approached and kissed her.
The kiss began slowly, almost reverent, and then deepened. Her hands rose to my hair. Mine slid down her waist. When we separated, she was already breathing a little faster.
I removed my tunic. The body the water reflected was now different: more defined, heavier with muscle, the member visibly larger and thicker than the last time. Aphrodite lowered her gaze and raised an eyebrow, a slow smile forming.
"It grew even more…"
I helped her remove what remained of her garments. Her body appeared under the afternoon light: full breasts, narrow waist, wide and soft hips. Her pussy… pink, clean, already wet, the lips swollen and parted, a small tuft of pink-tinted hair just above. I knelt on the smooth stone at the edge and brought my face close.
I ran my tongue slowly between the wet lips. Aphrodite let out a low moan, her fingers tangling in my hair.
"Aaaah… that…"
I sucked with more intensity, holding her wide hips, exploring every fold, every spot that made her body tremble. The pink, wet pussy opened against my mouth. She moaned louder, legs faltering.
When I lifted her and entered her, her moan echoed against the rocks.
We did not stop.
I fucked her standing, the water hitting our thighs. Then I sat her on a smooth stone and continued, deep, constant. Then I turned her on all fours under the falling water, her wet ass cheeks slapping against my pelvis. My body's endurance was different now. I did not tire. I kept going. I filled her pussy once, then again, then once more, the cum running mixed with the waterfall.
Aphrodite moaned without pause, nails scraping stone and skin.
When the sun was already beginning to set, she looked over her shoulder, face flushed, a mischievous smile even while breathless:
"You seem desperate to impregnate your goddess, don't you? Fufu…"
I simply continued thrusting.
"You'll have to fill me much more for your mortal seed to impregnate me…"
I laughed softly, without answering, and continued until the last hot spurt was lost inside her.
We only stopped when the sun had fully set.
Aphrodite dressed slowly. I did the same. The silence between us was different — heavier, more intimate.
When she prepared to leave, she paused for a moment and glanced at me. There was real tenderness in that look.
Inwardly, she thought:
'I will try everything to save that mortal from the great extinction.'
Aloud, she only said:
"Take care of yourself, Godwyn."
And she disappeared in the pink light.
I remained alone at the edge of the waterfall, body still warm, the pomegranate seeds in the pocket of my tunic, and the phrase about the full moon echoing in my mind.
'It is near.'
'Very near.'
I returned to the ark in silence.
There was little time.
And much to prepare.