My name is Bastian, and I have a gift. For as long as I could remember, in my 17 seasons, I have been able to drive people crazy. Not the way the Furies could, I could make them loose their minds by hearing thoughts. No, my power was in my ability to create love, lust and all other kinds of sexual desire any one that I wanted. For someone so powerful, I never really enjoyed using my powers, not the way some of my cousins and family liked using theirs. You see, I am the son of Aphrodite, and I've never really been sure how I felt about that.
I have never known who my father was, and that was one thing that I have held against my mother for the longest time. She very rarely came to see me and I didn't want to see her, I didn't like her most of the time, but her gift to me had kept me alive and very comfortable in life. Early in my life, when I was freshly into my young manhood, I was more or less a street rat. I was unaware of my powers and my sexual ability.
With each day that I noticed myself, I noticed a change. Looking back I consider it when Aphrodite finally recognized I was her child, or my power began to take over. My hair normally cropped short became wavy, soft and medium length. Already an almond color, it blended well with my skin which was very nice shade. My short stature was something of the past as I literally watched myself stretch and grow. My dress cloth, the simple white linen that was more than knee length, became an only a little longer than my manhood itself as I shot higher. My muscles rippled and snapped as they became much more rigid and sharp. I was beginning to rival Apollo in features that I knew my mother was responsible for. I felt a weight between my legs as my manhood dropped and grew.
It was probably the single strangest moment that I have ever experienced, but as I stared at my reflection my eyes glistened, brimming with power and I knew that I was different. Even my eyes, which were once a dark brown, were now a vibrant green flaked with blue. The blue lay on the green like petals and seemed higher than the rest of the color. Powerful.
The first time I was able to use it, I wasn't totally aware of the fact that I was actually using it. The woman at a tavern was cleaning a glass and glared at me as I walked in. Hungry, I forgot that I was now a stunning sight to see. She blinked and then a smile spread across her face. I sauntered up to the counter and shyly glanced at her, and I watched as she shivered. She wasn't unattractive, not my type I suppose, but she smiled and stared wide eyed at her. I felt a shudder run up my own spine and her eyes went glassy.
"May I help you, young sir?" She said as she batted her eyes and one of her sleeves fell down her shoulder.
"Um..." My voice was soft and relaxing deep that made even me go weak when I heard it. "...I would love if I could have a room, and maybe some food, how much would that be?" I asked knowing that I only had a few coins on me.
"No charge, not for you handsome." She smiled at me and blew a kiss as I stood there amazed. She handed me a key and a plate, I rounded the counter to reach the stairs and felt a hand a reach around and tweak my nipple. I nearly dropped everything as I turned and faced the bar keep. She smiled and walked away glancing over her shoulder.
As I settled down in my room, I thought about what had just happened, and deduced that it was my 'gift'. It wasn't unheard of for children of God's to have powers. I was the god of Love and Lust, so why shouldn't I be able to control that type of thing right? I was anxious to try another time, and so I opened my door. Stepping out into the common area of the second floor there were only a few men sitting watching the fire. They all turned and looked at me as I stepped out of my room. One old man seemed to be smiling at me, and I wanted to ignore him, I wanted to have a little fun after all. There was a younger man there who had caught my eye, he had short black hair and blue eyes that rivaled my new irises. He looked sad but interested in me as he watched me move across. I ended up standing behind him and winked at him as he turned to face the fire again.
I shook as my hands touched his shoulders. What was I doing? This was something I did, I was acting like no less than a common harlot. However my power was guiding me as much as it was him. My hands dug into his muscles and began to massage his stress away. I felt his body relax and his head rolled back to look up at me. He wore a medallion around his neck that caught my eye at that point. The seal of the king of Sparta, except he wasn't old enough to be the king nor brawny enough to be a Spartan. As he stood to follow me, my head almost involuntarily turned to give him a glancing look that made his eyes glaze over in obedience.
Seduction wasn't hard, and the love was good that evening, what followed was even better. He offered to take me back as his head counsel, he didn't realize why but he seemed to think that I would prove invaluable to him. Not only for my sexual prowess but my ability to bend peoples will to mine. His father never seemed to mind his size, and lack of fighting skill again. His brothers began to love him and honor for his strategic ability. More than once during my time with him, I was sent to the enemy commander and "coerced" surrender from him.
This was how I became one of the most powerful people in all of Sparta. Why then were the gods in an uproar over my two cousins, living in my city, threatening ruin to those who gave me power? I was curious I admit, however they did not bother me or threaten my power so I left them alone. It did bother me that so many gods were getting involved. I decided to contact my mother.
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