Chapter 593: I Can’t Offer You Forgiveness
How many thousands of years ago did that famous battle in the cosmos take place? Laz didn’t know, even with the information he had gathered. He had an idea, but no one was able nor willing to talk about it, at least not in such detail as this. To hear an actual story from those times long past seemed like nothing more than a forgotten whisper which shouldn’t have impacted Laz so much.
But the truth was that somewhere, deep inside himself, he could feel his rage growing with each breath he took, as it threatened to overwhelm him.
His body shifted, the transformation taking nothing but a scant moment in time before he drew his hands up to wring the goddesses neck, his eyes ablaze in a void tinted golden light. He saw her tense for just a moment before she dropped all resistance, a smile covering her tear stained and makeup smeared face, the exotic lines now blended together in black ribbons of guilt. If he wanted to kill her, he could, his Asuran blood made his body more than strong enough. But when it came to the overall power of the body, if she wished to fight him, she could kill him just as easily. The energy inside of her was more than enough proof of that.
But she didn’t react, just letting his strong hands squeeze her neck tighter as her eyes became slightly bloodshot at the loss of oxygen.
Just as her eyes started rolling into the back of her head, Laz let go, throwing her to the ground. Part of him wanted to do it, to destroy this traitor to his people, but another part of him knew that it wouldn’t solve anything, that it wouldn’t bring back the one who died. And the trouble it would cause him wouldn’t be worth the short bit of satisfaction that it gave his boiling insides either.
"Gawk... huek... ah. Ha... Hih, hih hih," Hera sat on the ground, a crumpled mess as she choked and gagged, trying to get her breath back.
"You... The rage of an Asura. How long has it been since I’ve seen something so frightening? The desire to kill, to dominate, no matter what the cost? And yet... somehow I’m still alive. You really aren’t just an Asura, are you?" she asked once she was able to breath again. Her head turned down, she rubbed her neck as the welts from Laz’s hands began to turn from red to bluish-purple.
"I told you already, didn’t I? Maybe you should shut up before I’m unable to control this part of me anymore, eh?" Laz said, not turning to look at her as he expected he would lose control once again.
"Who says I want you to control it? Who said you should stop? You should punish me for my insubordination as is the right of your people, the ones who ruled the Alliance. No one would dare to question them or turn against them. They didn’t need to rule with an iron fist as they were strong enough to have dominated the universe themselves, but choose to ally with others anyway. If any race decided to betray them, they wouldn’t even need to act. The others of the Alliance would carry out the purge themselves, less some dirty secrets they didn’t even know they had came to light." Hera tried to stand, but seemed to have trouble getting back up. Laz didn’t bend down to assist her either, but turned to stare at her with eyes still aflame.
"That look... how many days did I dream of it? How often, in the cold depths of my bed did I picture myself admitting my sins to one such as yourself, to receive judgement and be freed from this weight that has bound my soul? Ha... To think that this would one day come. Come then. My children have grown. My Empire flourishes and people are able to find happiness. My husband cares nothing for me and finds his comfort in the arms of whatever flavor he decides to partake of. As a woman, there is little I have left that I care for. Perhaps by dying in your hands though, I could at least find peace with myself?"
"I can’t offer you forgiveness. Nor would I. You will take you’ll betrayal with you to the grave. But perhaps you would feel grateful to know that the only reason I can spare your life is because of your reasoning. You would fight, give up your life to protect your family. That was why you turned back. You did not commit the deed, you simply helped him to hide it I assume, lied to those who questioned, even if they would never be able to pose a threat to you. Perhaps it was to protect your husband. Perhaps your children. If word of this ever got out, the Asura would never have forgiven him, nor the family that he sired. But you have the heart of a warrior within you, the heart that even after all of these years, still harbors guilt. I might not be one to represent my race in saying this, but the Asura have always respected those types. You will not have my forgiveness, but you won’t have my anger either."
Hera couldn’t stand, nor could she raise her head to face the young man who was thousands of years younger than her. Instead, she could only cry softly to herself, a weight on her heart lifted by words that she had never dreams would be more cold and yet so soothing.
She could only crawl her way forward on her hands and knees before coming to his bare feet. Then, much to Laz’s extreme surprise, she began to kiss them as though they were somehow the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
"The hell are you doing?" Laz asked, wanting to back up but having already been next to the table, he had no where to go.
"Please... I know... I can’t do anything. I’m useless. I’m old. I’m a mother who is long since past her prime. It’s been so long since I could even look at myself in a mirror, needing my maids to take care of me daily. But at least allow this poor woman to try her best to do something for one such as yourself. Even if it’s just cleaning your feet with my disgusting tongue, I shall do my best. But please, you have no idea how much you have given me. I don’t have anything else to give you but this..." she said as she continued to clean and lick Laz’s feet, still slightly stained with the sand and blood of the Arena. After all, there wasn’t a way for him to take a bath before today and Rain could only do so much with a sponge.
"This isn’t the way. I already told you..."
"I know. I know... please... I must... do something. I feel it, deep within. That I should at least do something to thank you for this. Perhaps... I can... at least relieve a little bit... of your stress of being here, locked up like this. My husband will not let you go and although he can’t beat me, I can’t beat him either. But... perhaps I can help make things a little more pleasant for you here while we look for a way?" Hera asked, her hands and mouth making their way up to his waist, still refusing to make eye contact with him.
"I haven’t... been touched by my husband for a long, long time. But I know how much it would anger him if I were to do something behind his back, even though he feels no remorse for doing the same to me. I know I might no longer be beautiful, but back in the day there were many a suitor who came for me. And in my more... adventurous years, I learned many things and experienced even more. Perhaps that made me dirty? Stained my soul? But now I can use that for you..." Hera rambled on, reaching the hem of Laz’s pants and pulling them down, only to find his already half erect member swinging up slightly with freedom, hitting her face with a meaty thud.
"OH... By my ancestors... We used to hear stories of the Asura men back in the day. Men with the strength, stamina and equipment that could conquer worlds. I just never thought... those stories would be true. Ha. I still remember an old friend of mine saying that it must true, otherwise how could any man please an Asura woman?... but this..." Hera’s eyes were wide as she looked at the impossible task before her.
Laz didn’t mean to be even slightly aroused, considering the situation, but the skills of a goddess’ tongue could not be ignored. Even then, he was slightly surprised at the mention of female Asura. It made sense.... but for some reason he almost thought the Asura were a race of all males based on how people like his master spoke of them.
"This isn’t what I had in mind..." Laz said, trying to salvage the situation. She was a god realm after all and while he had been with Maya before, even she wasn’t as strong as the woman on her knees before him.
"It doesn’t matter. It’s my choice. No one will disturb us as my useless husband is just indulging his days away with his pets. Ha... if one of them were to try to take this, perhaps it would kill them? Ha ha ha ha ha.... oh... the things he used to enjoy... Tell me, am I a bad little girl, mister? Are you going to make take my medicine with this huge injector of yours? Or do I get to eat the sweet cummies that taste soo, soo good that only good girls can get from massive sausages like this? Huh mister? Of course... its so big and hard, see? I have to be careful otherwise I might hurt myself," Hera’s voice changed into something that was both higher and sweeter sounding than before, something that didn’t seem like it should be coming from a grown woman’s mouth. And what’s more, she had grabbed Laz’s shaft as was smacking it against the side of her face.
"Even back then, I had seen bigger than his little stick but oh the look on his face when I would say that to him. Sometimes he would just blow his load right then and I had to act all happy. Ohhh yummy mister... it’s soo good and creamy. Can I have more? Oh... I’m sorry mister... you’re so tired from giving me such a tasty treat. Of course you can go to bed now... Yes. I’ll go clean myself up like a good girl and go to bed. Good night mister... That fucking useless bastard," Hera spat as she spoke, before turning her face to Laz’s mammoth rod.
"But this... is far more than anything I have ever seen before. It’s strong... powerful. So mister... will you... give me a tasty treat with this huge rod of yours?" Hera said, before Laz’s hand reached down and brough her face around to look at him.
"That might be slightly sexy and all, but let’s be real here. I don’t need some fresh virgin to defile. I need someone who can actually take what I have and that would require a real woman. So tell me, are you that? Because even my wives have to tap out after a while. The only one who was barely able to keep up with me was the last goddess I fucked and that was before I was an Emperor. So right now, what I require is a warrior with the strength to match my own. Is that you?" Laz said, looking down into her eyes, the tears and running makeup beginning to dry into shapes that vaguely reminded Laz of war paint.
What was once nothing but an empty void suddenly seemed to light up again, a spark inside a deep void that sprang to life behind Hera’s eyes. He was challenging her and the spirit inside of her, for the first time in thousands of years, responded.
She nodded her head.
"Good. Then don’t lose," Laz said before digging both hands into her slightly sloppy yet still regal hair and plunging half of his meat stick deep into her throat, her eyes going wide with shock.
