Chapter 601: It’s Not What You Think. It’s Way Worse.
"You... You’re.... You’re awake...?" Aphrodite said, shrinking back a bit as she was obviously startled.
"Yes I’m awake. What the hell are you doing?" Laz asked, not really sure where to look. Aphrodite was hot in many ways with a huge bust, pink, perky nipples, a slim waste, flawless skin, a plump ass, long legs, small, well manicured feet along with dozens of other littles things that just spoke to Laz on a primal level.
BUT...
She was wearing a massive strap on that could only be used for one thing as far as Laz was concerned and that wasn’t something he was into.
’I mean... like... sure... a man shouldn’t knock something till he tries it... but this isn’t the way one experiments... the bar on this one is way too high...’
Laz had to shake his head to clear the thoughts while Aphrodite stood frozen in place, obviously not having expected Laz to have woken up at this point.
"But I haven’t even chained you to the bed yet, much less gotten you into position..." Aphrodite said, stumbling on her words as she was clearly flustered.
"THAT’S SO NOT THE PROBLEM HERE!!!!" Laz was both mortified and confused at what was happening right now as it seemed like there was something wrong with her thinking.
"Then how else are we suppose to show our love to each other? I mean... I like you. You give me good feelings deep inside and I just wanted to... show you..." Aphrodite actually seemed on the verge of tears, dissipating Laz’s rage somewhat.
’I really should bare in mind that she is a god and therefore stronger than me... at least in theory. After the boost I got from the Empress... well my third palace will be completed in no time, bringing me to the top of the Void Emperor level. Still, that step away from godhood seems like it would be a long one and she’s already crossed it. Even still... I feel like if it came down to a fight... I don’t think she would be a problem,’ Laz thought, calming himself down more. He didn’t think that causing a scene in enemy territory was a good idea so it was best to try to settle this nicely.
’Still... what if this is all an act?’ Laz thought, considering it. He had been known to be a little soft on women after all, something his wives reminded him of constantly.
"Alright. Alright. Look. Let’s calm down for a moment. Here. Drink this and take some deep breaths," Laz said, taking the glass goblet off the table and bringing it to her. As the only drink he could find and the way she looked like she was having an anxity attack, Laz wanted to calm her down since she didn’t seem hostile at the moment.
"Th...thank... you," Aphrodite replied, taking the drink and taking some big gulps before handing the cup back to Laz.
"That’s better... Thank... you...." Aphrodite said, before she suddenly went limp, falling into the giant pillow that was right behind her.
"What the... oh shit..." Laz said, realizing what he had just done as he looked at the glass in his hand.
"Mmm... egh..." Aphrodite tried to say, but her entire body was numb and she couldn’t move.
"FUCK. No. I didn’t mean to give you this... shit..." Laz quickly put the glass on the table and came up close to her. Her body was limp, but there was still activity in her eyes, showing that while she couldn’t move or respond, she was still awake and able to respond.
"Alright. Alright. Deep breaths. Calm... Cool. Alright. Fuck... this is a problem," Laz said, looking down at her.
"Ok. First. I can see your eyes moving. Can you blink?" Laz asked looking closely at the naked beauty.
She blinked several times to show she could.
"Alright. Good. That’s something. So let’s talk a little bit. First. Uhh... ok. one blink for yes, two for no and several for either I don’t know or because your eyes are watering. I’ve always wondered how people can control their blinking process so much without their eyes tearing up. But that’s not important right now. Anyway. Are you ok?"
Aphrodite blinked once.
"Good. Are you uncomfortable in anyway?"
Aphrodite blinked twice.
"Well... considering your entire body is numb, I guess that’s a dumb question. Looking at you slumped over like that, it probably won’t feel the best when you are able to feel again so... let’s move you to the bed?"
One blink.
"Ok. Progress."
Laz bent down and as gently as possible, picked up the limp goddess and carried her over to the bed before fixing her posture and covering her with a blanket, hiding her nudity. While it was tempting, this wasn’t the time for that.
’But it could be...’
’Shut up me!’
While she looked a bit more composed, the massive tent from below her waste was somewhat distracting.
"Any idea how long this will last? I don’t exactly want someone to find us here and from what I can tell, there are still guards waiting outside your door so I can’t exactly leave..." Laz said, his question a little vague.
Still, Aphrodite blinked once.
"Ok. So you know. How long we talking? A few minutes?"
No.
"Half an hour?"
No.
"An hour?"
Yes.
"Ok. Well that’s something I guess. Still... maybe I should go into the other room and let you rest here... might be a bit less weird for you..."
No.
"You want me to stay?"
Yes.
"And what would you like to do?"
I don’t know.
"Well, let me ask a few more questions then. You were planning to... use that on me, right?" Laz wanted to clarify.
Yes.
"Why? Oh... not a question like that. Uh... do you like that kind of thing?"
Yes.
"Did you think I would? I mean, you mentioned something about showing me you liked me, right?"
Yes.
"But I wouldn’t like that... and I’m pretty sure most men wouldn’t. Not all men mind you. Some would and good for them. Whatever floats your boat, gets your goose... makes you squeal like a pig... uh... forget that last one."
No.
"No? I should like that?"
No.
I don’t know.
"You didn’t know I wouldn’t like that? Why would you... uh... you know what, I should be able to do a little something about this. Just promise me you won’t scream once you get your mouth back. This whole eye blinking yes or no shit is just annoying," Laz said, laying his hand on Aphrodite’s forehead before focusing inside of her.
He was almost thrown across the room by the power inside of her.
"Fuck! Gods are no joke," Laz said before the power inside of her calmed down.
"Thank you. I promise I won’t hurt you. Just let me do a little something here which should at least free some of you. Assuming it works, I will help you more after we talk a little," Laz said as she shifted some of his black flame into her head, a pure and gentle wave that washed over her, dispelling the effects of the solution she had consumed. While she panicked at first, she was quick to calm down after not sensing any evil intent.
’A fire that can burn anything huh?’ Laz had thought about the black flames a lot more lately as they seemed to be getting stronger as he got stronger. Still, there was a lot he didn’t know about them even if he knew where they had come from, that dark planet on the edge of the universe.
’I should speak to Celes some time soon about it.’
Once he was done, Aphrodite was able to lift her head and speak, although she couldn’t do more than that.
"Thank you. But can’t you free the rest of me?" She said, a pitiful look on her face.
"No. You just tried to drug me and rape me... so no."
"But... I just wanted to show you my love. And the drug was just a numbing agent. In the past, the men didn’t want to receive my love and it hurt me when they told me that..."
Her pitiful expression either masked such amazing acting skills that she would be an award winner with just a commercial or she was so ignorant that it wasn’t even funny at this point.
Laz sighed, somehow leaning towards the latter.
"There are many ways of showing love. If that’s what a man likes, great. But if he doesn’t like it, then obviously it wouldn’t count as you showing them your love. Loving someone is a process of getting to know them, their likes and dislikes, their feelings, their dreams. It’s not just about one thing or another, it’s a combination of all of it."
"This... are you sure?"
"Yes. Quite."
"But my daddy likes to show the whores he’s with that he loves them by sticking it into them until they cry and scream. I know that for a fact since I saw him do it. I even asked my uncle and that’s what he told me. He does it to show them his love..."
"You’re dad... sigh. How do I even explain this? The women your dad shows his love to have no choice in what happens. He is able to do whatever he likes to them no matter how they feel about it. I can’t tell you whether he loves them or not, but if a women is screaming in pain and pleading for mercy or something, which I am sure at least some of them do, then that isn’t love. Have you ever spoken to the women about it?"
"My daddy doesn’t allow me to. And they never stick around for long anyway. As my daddy says, they are just whores who abuse his love and aren’t loyal to him."
"I see. And you have never thought your daddy is lying to you?"
"NO! Why would he ever do that?"
"Right..."
"And besides which... It’s not just the women who enjoy getting loved by daddy in this way...."
’Oh god... don’t tell me he also enjoys men...."
"My daddy also loves it when a big, strong woman gives him love with one of these love sticks as well,"
’Huh?’
’In fact, this one was just one of the ones he got rid of and I happened to find...’
’What?’
"He needs bigger ones and something this small just isn’t enough for him anymore..."
"Eh?" Laz’s internal thoughts became words.
"Yeah. I’m serious. And those big, strong women stick around a lot longer than those little whores that he plays with otherwise so obviously they mean more to him than them... right?"
"You for real?"
"Yes. I’ve snuck in and saw them many times. Sometimes he likes having them take him all at once. It was so heart warming to see him get love from so many women, one after another. They obviously love my daddy very much!"
"I... I... But... I mean..."
"Yeah. Then when it’s all over, they sit there and pet him and tell him what a good boy he is and how proud of him they are and he has such a smile on his face. It’s clear that he’s just brimming forth with the power of their love."
"..."
Laz’s brain short-circuited.
