Chapter 595: Waking Her Inner Kinks
She did as she was told to do, walking slowly on all fours as she made her way over to the pot, lifted her leg, and relieved herself. It was both highly embarrassing and yet thrilling in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. She couldn’t help herself and even came a little as she looked back briefly, only to find Laz looking straight at her. She shuddered a bit and came a bit more at this.
’Holy shit, I’m screwed now. I’m just a slave here and somehow I’ve convinced the Empress of this place to act like a dog and go in a bucket after having gone on her myself.... What the fuck is wrong with me....?’ Laz was watching her, but at the same time he was stuck with the thoughts in his own head as he felt like he was acting while not thinking, instead going based on instinct as though on auto-pilot.
"Well... Asuran men were always considered to be rather famous in terms of conquering women.... or even other men if that’s what they preferred..." Kat’s voice sounded in Laz’s head, surprising him.
"Kat? Oh. The seal thingy..." Laz said, remembering what they had done.
"That’s right. After that last clash though, I regained enough energy to make a copy of myself for them to keep. As for my real self, it is now just an energy flow within the seal. Honestly, summoning me right now would be rather difficult as the seal isn’t the best means of travel, but since it’s mostly invisible, it was the best in terms of what we could do at the time. I can still be used, but it would take a while for me to be fully released from this thing. In the future, once you’re free, we should fine another means of transport," Kat said, the voice sounding somewhat tired.
"Of course. Then you heard everything that’s been said?"
"I have. While it was a long time ago, the explosion of my master isn’t something I could forget. Still, while they said I was completely fine, they were wrong. While the structure stayed intact, the resulting explosion from my god level master damaged many of my internal systems. After hearing about what had happened, I was able to reassemble some of the fragmented and corrupted pieces of my memory," Kat admitted.
"So how do you feel about her?" Laz asked, curious.
"I’m meant to serve my master. Once they die or retire, I will serve someone else. There is no lingering emotion. And as you said, she didn’t commit the crime, she simply made the best choices possible. As such, even if the Asura had heard about it, they would not pursue the family for it, just the traitor, at least not based on my somewhat fragmented knowledge of Asura law," Epic Kat said.
"I see. So does that mean she lied about trying to save her family?" Laz said, his mood a bit darker.
"Just because Asuras wouldn’t take revenge doesn’t mean those wishing to cozy up to the Asura wouldn’t have done something. In that way of thinking, she was exactly right. They would have all been killed or possibly enslaved as would everyone related to them, just to boost the status of another. That’s just the way the omniverse works," Kat admitted, answering Laz’s question.
"So then this?" Laz said, knowing that through his eyes, Kat could see what he was seeing thanks to the seal.
"As much as I may speak with the voice and have the same mannerisms as the woman you knew as Kat, I am not her. Nor am I a living being. If I had to use what I know and come to a logical conclusion though.... I would say she’s just a kinky, pent up housewife who’s been left alone for too long. Anyway. Good luck with this. If the husband does find you... well... yeah. I’m sure you know what I mean." And with that, the voice in Laz’s ear disappeared as Hera climbed back on to the bed, her face a bright red.
Absentmindedly while still thinking, Laz reach over and rubbed her head as though she were a pet. Just as he realized what he was doing, he noticed she was leaning into the rubbing as though she enjoyed it.
When Laz realized what he was doing, he lowered his hand, only to find her then rubbing her head against his leg as he lay on the bed, a bit shocked still. Turning his gaze towards her again, he then noticed her rubbing more up and down his leg inching closer to his standing pole. When she got close enough, she suddenly licked it, playfully. When he failed to respond, she did it again.
"What’s this now?" Laz asked, deciding that he should just accept the situation considering it had already gone so far.
Hera didn’t respond with words, but instead turned her ass towards him and shook it, causing her ample rear to clap together slightly. From this angle, Laz could see everything. Her slim waist gave way to slightly wide hips with a neatly trimmed patch that barely stuck out from between her legs. but even more than that was the moist honey pot that seemed to draw him in.
"Oh? I’m guessing this means the bitch is in heat, huh?" Laz asked playfully as he gave her ass a light slapped.
"Arf..." Hera barked and backed herself up more, as though wanting to cover his face with her sex. She was completely absorbed in this type of play and even the redness covering her whole body had lessened as she found herself more and more turned on by it for some reason.
"Well... I can’t have you biting me if you get angry, now can I?" Laz said, getting an idea. He reached over into the pile of clothes she had left on the floor and grabbed the emerald studded belt that had kept the dress closed on her body. Then got up and walked over to the front of the bed where her head was and looped the belt around her neck before clasping it into place.
"There. Now she had a nice collar, all to herself. Turn around now bitch. It’s time to see if you’re worth my time," Laz said, ordering her.
’I totally feel like something else is taking over here... And if what Kat said is true, maybe it’s my Asuran blood? Not only do I feel like I want to dominate and humiliate this woman, I feel like I have to... Like it’s a matter of pride? Well... she seems to be enjoying it so, why not?’ Laz thought as she face the other way.
’What’s he going to do now? Am I really going to let this happen? Right now? IN A PRISON CELL?’ Hera’s thoughts were a mess as well since her head was telling her one thing but her body was forcing her to do another.
"Last chance little doggy..." Laz said, standing behind the Empress who was shaking her as like a dog in heat as he whacked her a few times with his manhood.
’I’m an Empress, but for ancestors FUCCCKKKKKKK’ Hera screamed in her head as she felt the hot, holy rod of Laz penetrate deep inside her.
"Just kidding. There was no last chance to be had," Laz said laughing, his blood boiling with this revenge conquest that seemed to echo from the deepest parts of himself.
Even though she wasn’t trying to play like she couldn’t speak anymore, Hera, Great Empress of the nation, could only moan and whine from the immense pressure and unbelievable pleasure she was now receiving at the hands of a man thousands of years her junior.
"Come on now... you can do it harder than that," Laz scolded her, yanking on the available end of the belt like a leash and pulling. It had been loose enough when he put it on so that it didn’t choke her, but just enough yanking caused it to tighten to the point where it made it hard for her to breath. With her mouth open but airway blocked, Hera couldn’t help but drool and gasp as the tension stayed just long enough for her entire body to stiffen before Laz released it slightly, causing her to again relax.
"Again!" Laz ordered, repeating the process.
"That’s the tightness I’m talking about. Like a virgin bride on her wedding night!" Laz said, slapping her ass with his one free hand as Hera had taken to slamming herself against him, penetrating into places that had never been touched before with equal amounts of pleasure and pain from such actions.
It was only after she had given herself up to the young man that Hera caught a brief glimpse of her most loyal handmaiden standing at the door to the cell, looking in as she had been alerted by the screams and moans to come investigate despite her mistresses order to remain at the door no matter what!
But even when seeing the shock frozen on her face, Hera couldn’t even spare a minute to feel anything like shame, guilt or regret. Instead, the only thing she could feel was the bulge on her stomach from having her inner areas penetrated as she again felt the restraint around her neck tighten.
She had wanted a feeling like this all those years ago, when she was younger, wild and free. But chase it as she tried, she had never found a man who could satisfy what she craved.
At least, until now.
A drooling, ugly mess getting equal parts pleasure and pain.
For Hera, this was heaven.
