Chapter 600: Oh Hell No
Laz was working out like normal when the guards came over.
"Yo! Laz. You’re needed for something," one of the guards called over to Laz.
Laz came over, wiping himself off.
"What is it?" Laz asked.
"Not sure. I think you’re meeting someone important cause it’s palace guards who have come to escort you," the guard said, pointing over to the group currently waiting near one of the massive doors to the arena floor.
"Alright. Thanks guys," Laz said, finishing wiping himself down before walking over. He wasn’t wearing a shirt but didn’t know what the situation was so he wasn’t really concerned with how he looked.
The men looked at the young men and couldn’t help but flinch a little bit and step back. While they were the elite of the young guards chosen to guard the palace, when compared to someone like Laz, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of danger.
And a sense of inferiority.
"You’re being called to the palace. Please conduct yourself in an orderly fashion and dress appropriately," ordered the older man who was in charge of the squad.
Laz gave the man a side eye before turning around and retrieving his stained and torn shirt. He then returned and stood in front of the men saying nothing, his shirt making his overall look even worse than when he didn’t wear it.
"Ugh. Whatever. Let’s go," the man said. leading the group out of the doors while the head guard in charge of the slave block looked on with the old man.
"I’m not sure what I should feel about this," the head guard said as he sat there with the old man who was still calmly drinking. They had waited for the palace guards to come to escort Laz before sending someone over to get him. As for the ones who had been beaten up, they were up and active again, just quite a bit more sore than before. Laz hadn’t killed or even seriously hurt anyone so they recovered quick.
"For some reason, I don’t feel too worried." the old man responded.
"Why not? You know what happens to the men who come back from seeing her. It’s like their souls have left their bodies and they never recover. Hell, it’s hard to even get a straight answer as to what happens to them. After what, the sixth time? The Emperor strictly forbade us from letting her take any of the slaves with her." The guard captain worried more than the old man since his job was on the line.
"The Emperor isn’t a fool. Although he told us this, he neither ordered it nor spoke to her about it. I’m sure he understands that there isn’t a chance in Tartarus that would could prevent the princess from doing as she wanted. And since he didn’t stop her, perhaps it was just something he did to appease her highness? She was the one who seemed to have a problem with it after all," the old man reminded him.
"Besides which," the old man continued.
"I don’t think things will go the same way. That young man... doesn’t seem like the type to just... fold? I guess that would be the right way of saying it."
"I just hope you’re right. It would be a shame to lose him. The crowd loves him after all."
...
Laz was lead to a room and told to clean up. While he was expecting a bucket with water and some soap, what he got was a fully furnished bath room with a tub full of hot water, several scented soaps and even fresh linen towels with which to dry himself along with a extra utensils he had never seen before but that he quickly figured out were for cleaning his mouth, brushing his hair and what not. Also laid out for him was a fresh outfit containing new brown soft leather pants and a pure white linen shirt. After grooming and dressing himself, Laz felt like a new man. Even the guard outside the door had to do a double take when Laz walked out.
The only one who seemed upset was the guard captain as his expression showed of anger and impatience.
They quickly arrived in front of a massive stone door that was inlaid with several intricate stone carvings. The guard captain, gritting his teeth, knocked a gong next to the door which quickly opened before the beautiful blonde goddess emerged, dressed in a mostly see thru purple gown.
"Ah. You’re here. Thank you Dovan for bringing him sooo quickly. I find it hard to contain myself when I’m waiting. I just want to... mmm... get it on so badly..." Aphrodite said, her words of honey hitting the men with pure seduction as they quickly had to turn their heads to wipe the drool.
As for the guard captain Dovan, he was the only one who could barely keep his cool, despite the rising tent from underneath his belt.
"Of course your highness. As always, your wish is my command."
"Such a good man. It’s a shame I can never find someone like you to entertain me... but I guess I must just make due with what I can get. Goodbye," Aphrodite said, smiling and waving before grabbing Laz by the collar and walking him inside.
The door slammed in Dovan’s face and one would think it had hit him with the look he gave when he turned back around.
"Shall we go report to the commander sir?"
"No. We shall wait here just in case her highness has a need of us," the man said, his tone sounding just barely noble. While his men couldn’t argue, none of them wanted to be here for what came next. While the guard captain may of had dreams of winning her heart, despite already being married, the younger men knew that the sounds of the screams coming from behind this door were a thing of legend... and it was only ever the voice of the men that were heard. In their heads, they could only think that maybe that’s what the guard captain wanted to hear before leaving, just to ensure that nothing else was going on.
’He’s way too jealous about a woman who isn’t even his wife,’ the men were all thinking, but none would say it.
...
"Come in. Come in. I’m glad to finally be able to met you in person!" The rather lively young woman said, dragging Laz by the hand. They quickly entered a room covered in all kinds of silks with various couches, chairs and massive pillows, each of which looked extremely comfortable. A massive window gave way to a scenic view of mountains and hills, along with various buildings that were aesthetically pleasing to behold, almost as though someone had designed the landscape to look like a painting from this window in particular.
"Here. Sit. Allow me to get you something to drink. You must be tired from working so hard all day," Aphrodite said, purring her words. Any normal man would have melted at the words coming from her mouth, but it had no effect on Laz. Instead, he was still wondering why he was here and what kind of game she was up to.
Coming back from a table that she had poured some drinks from, Aphrodite quickly handed Laz a glass goblet filled with a golden liquid. Looking at it closely, it seemed like there were sparkles deep within that swirled around on their own volition. Aphrodite had the exact same looking drink, but hers had been poured from another pitcher, something Laz didn’t miss even though she was trying to hide her actions.
’I doubt she wants to kill me and I also doubt this will do anything to me, but who knows. Not like I’ve injested many things from gods before. Well, here’s to trusting my blood," Laz said, taking a small sip but making it seem like it was a massive gulp.
"Excellent? Yummy, isn’t it? Wait here. I need to change into something a little more comfortable. You just enjoy that and get ready to be surprised when I return. I promise you won’t be disappointed," she said, her voice laced with honey and cyanide.
She quickly ran off before Laz let the sip that was resting in his mouth go back into the cup. His tongue was slightly numb but other than that, he was fine.
’Well, that’s not happening,’ Laz thought to himself before exchanging his glass with Aphrodite’s and wiping off the lipstick like smudge she had left on it. He then proceeded to take a sip of hers but didn’t notice a side effect, just incase this was some deep chess move that she had set up.
’Guess she isn’t used to dealing with guys with brains, eh?’ Laz laughed to himself before drinking more of the the drink. When the cup was gone, he decided to play dead, as though his body had gone limp which would have probably had been the normal reaction to drinking his original drink.
Aphrodite returned quicker than expected wearing nothing but a pink silk bathrobe. Her golden blonde locks were tied back into a ponytail as she entered, her excitement from earlier gone as she made her way over to the slumped over Laz.
"Ha. Another fool. I don’t know why I ever expect something different? But still... how I crave this. Mean daddy! I can’t believe you kept me away from my passion for so long," Aphrodite said, removing the bathrobe to reveal her massively heaving breasts, flat, firm stomach and a leather bikini bottom, upon the front of which was a massive pink dildo, mounted and ready for action.
Laz had been keeping his attention on her but when he saw this, even he couldn’t pretend to be sleeping any more.
"OH HELL NO!"
Laz, who had stared death in the face more than once, battled gods and monsters, was not able to contain himself any more as he jumped up, startling the young goddess.
