GAIA POV
After I came down from the pinnacle, I excused Dyaus, I mean Zeus, or whatever you want to call him- out of the room and sunk to the floor. The thought of Zeus and Dyaus being the same person was still foreign. Still so strange. And then a thought crossed my mind, Dyaus is a roman word for Zeus, and so is Jupiter. He could’ve called himself all of these names and still, I could’ve taken forever to figure it all out. I let out a loud groan from frustration. Zeus was nothing like I fathomed. He wasn’t an old fart with a bald head. And I was sure as f**k that his d**k wasn’t wrinkled. I felt it pressed against my stomach when he had his fingers buried knuckles deep inside me. it was huge, enormous! And I shamelessly drooled over it.
He was the utter opposite. He was DYAUS! The man
