Chapter 594: An Apologetic Goddess
Laz started hard, but not too hard, stopping just as he reached her point of no return. Surprisingly, she was the one who ended up going too far by trying to take it deeper than she should have, causing her to start choking as tears streamed out of her eyes.
Despite that, she didn’t give in and kept going.
"Good. Now lose those hands and use them to remove that dress," Laz ordered, her hair still wrapped up in his fingers.
Hera did as ordered, fumbling around for a solid minute while trying to remove the surprisingly complicated dress.
"Oh the hell with it," Laz finally said, reaching down and ripping the thing from her, still keeping her head in place with his other hand.
Hera gasped, but Laz just shoved himself in more, causing her to focus again on his massive rod.
"Good. Now like a good bitch, you are on your knees and naked, just the way you should be. Right?" Laz asked, getting in the mood for the moment.
"Ugghhhhmmmmm" Hera tried to respond, but that was impossible considering the circumstances.
"I’m not letting you up till you take at least three quarters of it. So relax those muscles and let it in, bitch," Laz ordered, plunging deeper.
Hera could barely stand it and tried slapping his thigh a few times to let him know, but Laz wasn’t going to let up.
Laz slapped the side of her face to get her attention as he stopped, firmly, but not with much strength. She had no choice but to raise her eyes to his for the first time since they started.
"A warrior wouldn’t give up this easily, would they?" Laz asked, his voice a combination or soothing and demanding.
Hera could only shake her head slightly, causing Laz to enjoy the feeling of that new sensation.
"That’s right. Now show me what you’ve got!"
With this, Hera attack him with a new vigor, the sloppy and wet sounds of her mouth a testament to the drool that was now sliding down her chest as she tried to take in every inch she could.
"Ohhhh... That’s right. Right there... move that tongue you fucking Milf. Give daddy what he wants."
Even while gagging, she didn’t let up, wrapping her arms around Laz’s thighs to push it deeper down her throat with every thrust of his hips.
"Ah... So this is the skills of the Empress of this nation. How happy would they be to know that the woman they admire more than anything is nothing more than a drooling, slobbering mess who enjoys a huge cock down her throat?"
Hera couldn’t help but tense up at that statement, not having expected such words to hit her so hard right in this moment. But even then, it just further broke what had already been cracked inside of her.
She turned to the side and began the throw up, having pushed herself too far. Laz just sat back and let it happen. He didn’t know what he was doing as this wasn’t really like him. But something about her made him want to break in, to break through whatever this shell was that she had. He didn’t know why and wouldn’t even be able to explain his feelings if he were asked, but something was leading him on and he learned a long time ago to listen to those feelings.
She turned back to him, her face now a mask of running makeup having mixed with tears, her body covered in splashes of her own vomit. There was nothing sexy about this look, or the face that she was making. The mask was still there, cracked and broken, but still hanging on and annoying Laz due to it’s refusal to leave.
’But how...? Well... ok... maybe? Isn’t that dragging it too far? Maybe not... after all.... they porn industry has mastered the art of humiliation over the years so I guess I should trust what I know, right?’ Laz fought in his own head as an idea came to him as it seemed... wrong. But if she left like this, then that would just annoy Laz more.
"You disgusting beast. Look at yourself! Filthy. Retched. We need to get you clean up before we do anything else," Laz said, trying to make his voice sound even more disgusted than he felt. After all, he had encountered drunk women before so a sight like this wasn’t new to him.
"Yes sir," Hera said before crawling her way to the bucket of now cool water and tiny bit of soap that laid in the corner, left over from Rain’s cleaning of Laz’s body.
"Ha. A slut like you has no need of soap. And what kind of cleaning would that do anyway? Come back over here," Laz ordered, trying not to laugh at his own acting.
Hera stopped and turned, crawling her way back to Laz before stopping in front of him. Her face was still blank and her body seemed deflated, but Laz could tell she wasn’t quite there yet. She needed that final push.
"This is the only thing that can cleanse a woman like you, now get ready," Laz said, holding his manhood above her, but not moving.
It took but a moment before Hera suddenly understood what was going to happen and a look of disgust appeared on her face, but only for a brief moment. Still, in that moment, Laz realized what was wrong about her and what was bothering him.
’She’s not broken yet...’
"No.... Don’t..." She whimpered, but Laz didn’t stop.
A warm, slightly golden stream erupted out not a moment later, hitting the Empress in the face and covering the front of her as tears again flowed freely from her eyes.
"Rinse out that nasty mouth of yours as well," Laz said, again giving her a light but firm slap on her cheek. And again, without question, she opened her mouth and accepted the liquid into herself.
"Now rinse and repeat. After all, this is all you’re good for," Laz said and she obeyed, rinsing it around before spitting it back out on to the floor and then doing it all over again.
When the ’shower’ finally came to an end, Laz saw what he wanted to see. Her face was a dead blank, not an emotionless blank.
Running his hand through her soaked hair, Laz simply said, "Good girl."
He then bent over and picked her up, brining her over to the water bucket. Laz then grabbed the sponge and bit of soap and washed her clean, along with himself. He also got her to open her mouth again and rinsed it properly this time, using a bit of soapy water to clean it out as he didn’t have anything else that could do the job.
Once clean, Laz lifted her to the bed and laid her down, before covering her with a blanket.
"Why...?" She managed to ask.
"Why what?" Laz replied.
"Why all this now? I’m just useless garbage. I ran. I kept his secret. I even stayed true, despite him having been done with me for a long time. I deserve to be nothing but your ...."
"I’m not them. I wasn’t even alive back then. Like I told you before, I can’t offer your forgiveness as it isn’t mine to give. No matter how much my blood is Asuran, I am something else, someone else. And I don’t really think you did anything wrong in the end. You didn’t kill the general and you kept your mouth shut to keep your family safe. It was your husband who put you in that situation and you just did your best to react to it. I can’t fault you for that as I would do anything to keep those I love safe. The problem was that your pride was constantly fighting you guilt. You felt bad, but didn’t think you should. You were sorry, but questioned why you were sorry since you know you would have done the same thing if given another chance."
Hera sat up and turned to face Laz who had crawled in beside her and propped herself up, stunned at how he head read her so deep.
"The problem was your pride. The only way to get past that was to break it down into nothing, break it until the shell that covered you shattered. So that’s what I did," Laz said with a sly grin on his face.
"So all that... was an act?"
"No. And yes. You just needed to be broken before you can repair yourself. I just sped up the breaking process."
"If word got out to my husband that you treated me like your own personal chamber pot, death would be a mercy you would wish for," Hera said, her thoughts jumbled.,
"But he won’t, will he?" Laz responded with a chuckled.
"I’m... grateful.... but..."
"But...?"
"I don’t know... i feel like... there is this itch... and I’m not sure how to scratch it.... but it’s never been there before?"
"Oh? And what is it telling you?"
"It wants... more....?"
’More? Oh... oooohhhhhhhhh!’
"Well. That’s that then. Since it seems like its almost time to sleep, you should probably relieve yourself so that you don’t make a mess in this bed. Go crawl over there like a good doggy and relieve yourself in that chamber pot. And you’d better not miss either or you will have to clean it yourself,"
At first, Hera was horrified by what she was being asked to do, but that feeling quickly faded as a new one took over.
"Yes sir!"
