Chapter 614: Off The Deep End
Laz was both horrified and turned on as this woman rode him like a beast while he stood standing, doing his best to maintain his balance as she slammed herself against him, impaling herself to her deepest depths and then finding some way to take it deeper, her small frame and tight stomach deformed from his holy rod’s penetration.
What’s more, her cries were like a wild animals, both in pleasure and pain and she screamed and moaned, extasy overtaking every part of her being as she let herself go, covering Laz in a waterfall of her juices. Her dark eyes were a swirl of madness and lust as she swayed her hips back and forth stirring her insides and for once in his life, Laz was almost about to be overwhelmed by a woman’s lust for him and not the other way around.
Even if he knew this wasn’t a good idea, Laz’s very essence in his bones would not allow him to be beaten like this as his blood ignited, causing his body to change into it’s primordial form. From bystander to dominator, Laz took control of this wild beast and slammed her down on the bed which he climbed in himself, lifting her legs from his waist and in one fluid motion while squatting, he rammed downward, burying himself even deeper into her as she clawed at his body, her screams and moans turning to grunts and mumbles as she lost the ability to even speak words.
Like an enraged beast, he pounded her hard underneath himself until even the grunts wore away, leaving only a gurgling sound. The puddle on the bed only grew as Persephone came so many times that it seemed like she would be squeezed dry before he was.
But even then, when speech was taken away and her body suddenly starting going limp, there was still the darkness in her eyes that provoked Laz’s primal urges, like she kept saying, "Is this all you’ve got?"
When Laz finally came to the edge, her hands were no longer clinging to him, her body was red all over from strain and she looked like she had stopped breathing, but the look was still there.
"Let this be your cleansing," Laz said, his eyes golden as his body reached climax. What’s more, he grabbed her slim waist in both hands and unleashed the black flames, burning the runes placed deep within her body as soul.
His final release filled her to the brim before leaking out as she found her voice once again, "Finally..."
With one final gush, her body orgasmed so hard she spasmed like she was being possessed.
The exhaustion was enough that when Laz let go, her limp body collapsed on the bed as Laz flopped down next to her, spent for the moment, something he wasn’t expecting.
They both laid in silence, panting and gasping for breath while the smell of sex hung heavy in the air.
"Are you ok?" Laz finally asked, his transformation fading.
"Yes... I...I’m.... I’m free. I’m finally free.... Ha ha ha ack kkk..." Persephone started coughing as she wanted to laugh but her voice was so hoarse she could barely speak.
"What was that?" Laz questioned, knowing she would know what he meant.
"My prison, built on my body, my clothing. Everything. Everything just to keep me locked up, locked within. You must have noticed it, right? Even when I spoke, laughed... It could only come out as one tone, one level of volume... Even that wasn’t something I could control," Persephone admitted, almost in tears.
While Laz had only just met her an hour ago, before the veil was off, even as she was losing her mind, the volume of her voice never changed as even her laughing was muffled.
Imagine being stuck within your own body, controlled, but given enough free will to speak or think, but having those things be controlled for you? Who wouldn’t go insane from something like that, given enough time.
"Why?" Laz asked. He had seen the runes on her clothing, but it was only after they were intimate that the other runes became evident. And one of those runes prevented her from ever having true release, like feeling a sneezing that was constantly there but just wouldn’t happen. She had been turned on, leaking and dripping, but she wasn’t able to go over the edge no matter how hard she tried, not until Laz burned away every restriction inside of her.
As for the one on her soul, the rune practically enslaved, her causing her to never be able to disobey the one who branded her with it.
Apparently that person never thought she would dare to fuck someone while they were still around.
"Because I was sold to my uncle who wanted me. In return, my father got someone to manage this living hell he made, a place where he could burn away people’s souls and purify it into a substance that could be absorbed," Persephone said, pointing out the window at the hellscape happening below.
Laz didn’t look, but he sent his senses to check and verify her claims. Even with all of the things he had seen in his life, he could barely stomach the scene unfolding down there.
"And you couldn’t say anything about it?" Laz deduced considering her bondage.
"Not a word. But this type of substance only strengthens the soul. It wasn’t until I found out about his stealing the god seeds that I was able to put two and two together. Without a strong enough soul, one could not advance on their path. And without the essence of energy of godhood, one wouldn’t had the energy to advance. One is a liquid, the other the container to hold it. Between these two things, my father has been growing stronger for a long, long time," Persephone said, leaving Laz in shocked silence.
"So the one who put these runes on you was... your husband? Who is also your uncle?" Laz wanted to clarify.
"Yes. My... husband... is not normal. I have no idea how long he has been like this but it’s clear my father inherited everything in the good looks department of my grandparents while my husband is a hunched over, evil, deranged and perverted madman. The one thing Hades is good at is runes so once he finally got a hold of me, he did everything in his power to lock me up so that I couldn’t even kill myself if I wanted to and I did want to... so many times..." Persephone said, shuddering.
"So when that didn’t work, I took to doing everything I could to get him to try to kill me himself, until he even decided to control the sounds coming out of my mouth to the volume he found most enjoyable, turning me almost completely into his puppet. But even then, there were either things he didn’t think about or couldn’t do anything about.... he he heh. And now... he won’t be able to do anything to me ever again. Because I can finally kill myself, or at least, I would have, had I not found something better," Persephone said, looking at Laz once again.
Before Laz could respond, Persephone dropped to her knees and bent into a low bow.
"I will dedicate my life to you my lord. From this day forth, I am your vessel. If you want me, I am yours at any time. If you don’t want me, I wouldn’t blame you. I am nothing but the spoiled wife of a nasty piece of shit. But in that case, please allow me the death I do so seek. I will lead you to all of the riches of my husband either way, but I ask that you have just this small mercy on me," Persephone said, her voice clear and powerful, as she dedicated her soul into her pledge.
"I don’t wish for your death. But I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future either. Perhaps I will just be killed when your husband or your father find out about this?" Laz said, thinking that he had just opened pandora’s box by freeing her while not thinking about it as there was no way her husband wouldn’t notice the difference.
"By the time they return, hopefully you will have freed all of us daughters and granted us the boon of your seed so that we may take control back of our lives from him. With all of us together, we have a chance, especially with my mother returning soon."
"Hera’s returning?"
"Yes lord. She received an injury on the frontlines which meant my father had to ride to war while my husband..." Persephone seemed to spit this word every time she said it.
"... went with him to help him. While my husband is only a second level god, his mastery of runes is unparalleled in this world."
"I see," Laz said, wondering how long he had before they came back.
’Perhaps Hera could help me escape? After all... I don’t think I will be of any help fighting gods... at least not ones who are out to kill me. And it seems like this Hades is considered weak as a second level god... so what does that mean for someone like the Emperor?’
"I know you are worried. But unless you can redo the runes my husband put on me, there is no going back. And if it comes down to it, I will kill myself and destroy my body so that you won’t be implicated in anything. I promise this to you," Persephone declared, looking up into Laz’s eyes.
For a moment, Laz felt like a bastard. She would be willing to die and destroy herself to protect him and yet he was wondering how he could make it out safe.
’Heh... when did I become some scared bastard...?’
"No need to worry about that yet. Actually... I might just be able to redo those runes... at least in theory. I mean, I could actually put them on you, but that would only be trading one jailor for another. But i can make it look like they are there... as long as you can play the part?" Laz said, thinking it over.
"I would do anything for you, even be your slave," Persephone pledged.
"Alright. Enough about that. Still though, I see that you weren’t able to make your break through? I guess it was a failure then?" Laz asked.
"I was unable to do so at the time due to the runes holding me back. They penetrated so deeply that I didn’t even know some of them were there. I can only imagine some of them prevented me from my growth. It wasn’t until everything was burned away that I could feel it again as I had lost it ages ago when it ascended to this level. The vitality that you injected me with helped to nourish my body, but I would need more to fully break the chains binding my seed. I have spent dozens of years studying the harvest, the world and life itself, even though I could only do so from this dimly lit room where I have been trapped. But even within the dark nothingness... there is life, there is growth. But I need more energy... so much more. Please... master... can I have more?" Persephone asked, crawling on her hands and knees to Laz, her ripe rear end swaying as she crawled.
As she got close to Laz, she began to lick his feet before moving upwards, cleaning every inch of him like a cat would. When she finally reached his massive, hardening member, she looked up at him again.
"My useless husband’s dick was as broken and lifeless as he was, having to inject it with some sort of mixture just to get a reaction. Even then, I could barely feel a thing which pissed him off more, causing him to beat me and shove things within me, just to satisfy his own frail ego. But when compared to this glorious things... Ha. Who would I fool? NOTHING COMPARES TO THIS HOLY SWORD... Sorry. Sorry master. I am... I was too excited. But please... please? Can you... fill me up some more? I need it. I need you... Show me... I need to feel it... again. Such pain. Such pleasure. I have never felt so much of it. Even when beating me.. my husband was so weak. And I just wanted to feel... anything. But he stopped that. But you... fixed it. Fixed me. So please...? Can you hurt me? Can you break me?" Persephone was losing herself again, but this wasn’t the same hopelessness as before. This was something else, something more innate to her, something she had buried deep.
Everyone has fantasies and for the first time in her life, she wanted to try hers, even if it was just this one time.
Laz knew just by the waves she was giving out that maybe she had just gone off the deep end.
