"Eruption" historical

The ground shook slightly.  The citizens of Akrotiri had heard from the oracle.
She had told them that their island of Thera would soon only be a deep chasm of
water, and these people were ready to evacuate. One young mother watched as the
smoke drifted over the city.  The time was coming near.  She grabbed her young
daughter, and took her to the child's grandmother.  The ground shook again. "Take
Rherete to the ship, Mother.  I must find Phanethas.  Hestia tells me this is the
best time," she said. "The best time?" asked the older woman. "All the forces of
Gaea and Hephasteus are at work.  Such a child conceived at this time would grow
to be a great leader, whether it be a boy of girl-child." "Erertria, think!" said
her mother.  "You could die in you quest to create this child." "Mother, my time
is right now.  Now, take the child while I find my husband!" "You have such faith
in the gods.  Pray they will protect you while Gaea cleanses herself."  Erertria
hugged her child and mother, then kissed them both. Again the earth rumbled. 
This time it was more intense than before.  Her timing was critical.  The child
had to be created today.  She ran to her house to find her husband packing the
last of the gear they would need when they safely reached the shores of Asia
Minor. "Phanethas!  Stop for a moment!"  ordered Erertria. "Gaea is going to
unleash herself on Akrotiri at any second.  We must go! Where is Rherete?" "She
is headed to the docks with Mother.  We must stop, even just for this moment!"
"No time..." "We will have to make the time for this.  Hestia's blessing is on
this moment." "How can such a moment be blessed?" "such a powerful time can
create a powerful union, a powerful person.  You and I will create that person. 
The time is right for me to conceive.  Fill me at this time!  Our next child will
be the ruler of a great nation, no matter in which direction the sea takes us."
"You learned such information at the temple?" "Aye." "It must be so!" said an
astonished Phanethas.  "Even Gaea's cleansing will wait for us to fulfill such a
prophecy."  It was not a logical time, but the gods were never logical, and he
could not go against their wishes.  His young wife was as desirable as ever, even
in this time of haste.  Her bronzed breast were pushed forward out of their
bodice, in the Cretan fashion.  They were framed by her dress in its multiple
shades of brown, and her ebony curls hung heavy about her shoulders.  It was so
simple to just lift his short kilt, and the layers of her skirt.  He could sate
himself quickly, and it would be done with.  This was more urgent, and to appease
the gods, he had to be sure Erertria was sated. This was the last time they would
make love in this home, on this island they had called home for seven years. 
What other couple would have this luxury to say good-bye to Akrotiri and Thera?
So much could be done with this basic act.  He felt himself grow hard at the
thought of possessing his wife at such a time, knowing what his reward would be
if he did. Erertria saw the rise beneath his kilt, and knew he was ready.  "Come
to me," she said.  She turned about and hopped up onto the kitchen worktable, and
lifted her skirts. Phanethas came to her, and she reached under his kilt to urge
his silken shaft into a life of its own., to come into her, and create life
there. "The energy coming from Gaea is strong, and so we shall be!  Take me ,
Phanethas," Erertria purred, "make us whole again and again!"  She pulled her
hand away from him, and opened her arms and legs to him.  He fell into her
embrace, and she wrapped her bronzed body about his own.  It just felt so right,
even with the world crumbling outside their personal space.  His bronzed body was
toned from hard work and the Aegean sunshine, and it felt so good to have him
nestled at her portal, waiting to plunge in. Phanethas found her hot sheath, and
slipped into her.  Again the earth shook, and he heard Gaea's warning.  Quicker
and quicker he moved, taking Erertria to pinnacles she had not been to for so
long.  She would crest and fall, crest and fall, not knowing when the next
internal tide would wash over her. Phanethas  forgot about the woman who was the
mother to his daughter, the one he married seven years ago.  The woman he
possessed at this moment might have her face and body, but she was now possessed
with a passion to match Aphrodite's and beyond. Wind blew over them from the sea,
and ash flew in through the kitchen window.  Reality had set in.  Gaea was
telling them to complete their task. The rumbles and the shaking of the mountain
were heavier, more violent.  In that moment, Phanethas had his own eruption.  A
personal zenith of sensation that flowed into Erertria like none before. 
Erertria spasmed before him as her womanly muscles milked the hot magma-like seed
from him.  His part in the prophecy was done. They did not bother to gather those
few things Phanethas had come back for. The ash in Akrotiri was falling heavily,
and anything made here could be made elsewhere. Anything, except for themselves,
and the child that Erertria knew she was now carrying. Gaea released her hold on
Thera when they reached the dock.  The ash was high and the sky was dark.  She
was going let her magma go within minutes.  Waves grew high, and the force of the
water sent them west, far and fast.  The explosion was like nothing anyone had
heard before.  Loud and harsh, certain to be heard hundreds of leagues away,
maybe thousands.  It startled everyone.  Rherete screamed and cried, and clung to
her mother.  The sky behind them became fire.  Erertria did not look back to
Thera, but forward to Troy.  Hestia and Gaea had made a pact.  Her family would
be spared Gaea's cleansing.  A true hero was within her, and that hero needed a
nation to conquer.