Chapter 633: Treating The Empress
Sometimes Laz had moments of clarity when he had to ask himself how he got into certain situations. How did he end up with the wives he had, been to the places he’d been and got into the situations he found himself in. It wasn’t that long ago that a god realm power was enough to make him almost collapse to the ground and piss himself, only being spared that fate in the temple because of his master. But now, he was seriously fucking the hell out a woman who at her peek could squish him like a bug and it was his job to bring her back to her peek. On top of that, gathered around him in various stages of dress and undress were fourteen goddesses who were helping feed life energy to their mother in the hopes of keeping her alive long enough to extract the poison currently ravaging her body. What was worse was that he, Laz, was the one primarily responsible for getting rid of it as his only way of living long enough to get out of this fable of ancient Greece gone wrong.
Oh. And let’s not forget his dead girlfriends voice in his ear talking him through the correct procedure of removing the shadow poison.
’Just take a little bit here... no more the size of a pinky nail. Good. Now treat it by directing the energy in and right... let it heal, scab over, heal more and restore itself. Right. Good. Rest it for a moment. And next...’
And if that wasn’t bad enough, Laz was currently pumping his dick into this woman for a two fold effect of feeding her his life energy while also making sure she didn’t lose her mind to the pain. Why did his life energy matter? Cause it was the solution to the wound. Why did the daughters life energy matter? Cause it was keeping Hera herself alive. Why did it need to be his dick? Cause he could fuck in his sleep and needed to keep pumping her while focusing on the wound.
"MMmmmm Yes,,,,," Laz said as the cool drink entered his mouth. He wasn’t sure which one was responsible for it as he didn’t bother taking his eyes off the woman in front of him, but he was able to pay enough attention to the fact that his body was being wiped down, his forehead was being kept dry and food and drinks were regularly delivered to his mouth.
"FUCK.... fingers...." Laz said, moving his hands to each side where a cooling sensation was immediately introduced to them. Constant prolonged use of his flame caused his finger tips to get charred after a while or whenever he lost control. The first time it happened, he called for someone to bring some ice or something and soon felt a cooling sensation, but never knew what it was.
Kat wouldn’t allow him to get distracted since she also felt the only way out of this place was through healing the queen, beating the dragon and taking care of the Emperor.
And so it went on, hour after hour. By the tenth hour, Hera had passed out and had to be slapped awake by Artemis as Laz had told them she needed to remain as focused as he was. Even if they were feeding her life force, if she wasn’t directing it, it would be wasted. Laz also had to keep cutting himself to bleed to keep the arousal up in the room as lust was a clear driver of life energy. Even then, with his fingers being constantly burnt and his hands having to focus on the wounds, Laz just yelled for them to cut him and suck, and so they did, feeding like kittens trying to get milk. After a while, Laz barely felt the knife pricks and the resulting lips all over his back and neck, never deep enough to leave a permanent wound, but deep enough to bleed.
When Laz could no longer stand, a chair was brought over, so that he didn’t have to move.
When Laz had filled Hera to the brim, so much so that his man juice was leaking out, someone was there to use a glass and collect what escaped before feeding it to the Empress.
If Laz needed to releave himself, he simply called out and someone would come to help him with it. While he didn’t know what kind of container they used since he couldn’t be bothered to pay attention, it felt cool and wet, but that also cooled the sensation on his manhood that was feeling the strain of constant sex.
By the time he was done, more than eighteen hours had passed and Laz could no longer remain awake. When the last bit of the poison was removed, Laz had just enough energy left to heal the last of Hera’s body before slumping down, passing out into nothingness.
Aphrodite, almost drained beyond belief, looked around the room, finding most of her sisters passed out, having drained a good portion of their life energy by feeding it to their mother in one way or another. Persephone was still awake, wiping down the last of the flesh wounds on Laz’s battered body with a cup by her side, little bits of white remains still dripping down the sides from it’s constant use of collecting Laz’s semen. One it became clear that Hera’s stomach could no longer hold any more, she began feeding it to all of the girls to keep their life energy up, treating it like some sort of elixir of life that seemed to blend well with his blood aphrodisiac.
Eris was also still awake, her legs resting on the passed out form of Athena who was laying in a pool of her own vomit, water and other such things. Eris had been downright evil during their mother’s healing, using Athena’s mouth as Laz’s personal toilet every time there was a need. She would drag the woman over, shove an ice cube in her mouth, coat her lips in a healing balm and then making her open wide for Laz’s member, each time making sure to say, "It’s for mother’s own good."
Not that Aphrodite really cared. In fact, she was amused to no end considering how this warrior like sister of hers had treated her like a whore over the years. Watching the strong and muscled woman reduce to a chamber pot was almost healing for the soul.
Once Laz had been bandaged and cleaned, Persephone laid down next to him and closed her eyes.
Aphrodite sat down in a chair next to Eris’ smiling face and spoke.
"Now we just wait... You mind keeping an eye on the door to ensure no one sneaks in? At least not until the others are up?" Aphrodite asked this young sister of hers.
"Of course. Besides, I need to make sure this bitch stays silent so that our hero can rest. I never imagined something like this, that’s for damn sure. To think my view on chaos has always been so narrow and biased. Compared to the havoc he causes, I’m like a child playing with my little toys...." Eris lamented, clearing speaking from her heart.
"This is just the beginning though. There is still much to do and all of it is dependent on mother’s survival and healing. Even then... the chances are low..."
"I’m aware dear sister. But so what? At the end of the day the kinds of chaos that are about to ensue just make me all tingly. If his dick wasn’t almost fucked raw, I would want a piece of him right now."
"Is that why you forced her to service you like a dog in between her usage?" Aphrodite laughed.
"Of course. Can’t have a strong woman with a good tongue going to waste. She’s not a bad person, just misguided. Maybe this is just what she needed to put her on the right path?" Eris responded with a laugh.
"If she ever breaks her shell and ascends to god hood, then what will you do?"
"If we didn’t have to kill her first you mean? I won’t do anything. Now that I am stronger than her, I will always be stronger than her. And if this bitch does decide to talk back... well... I can just drag her for a little training with out boy toy here. I’m sure a ten hour pounding session will be enough to straighten her out, wouldn’t it, you little filthy bitch?" Eris poked her foot around to the side, shoving her toe into one of Athena’s holes, although Aphrodite couldn’t be sure which one.
Athena seemed to be moaning in her sleep at this provocation.
"Really?" Aphrodite laughed.
"Even someone as dried up as her couldn’t help but get turned on from today’s excitement. And she won’t say a god damned word at this point because what would happen to her if we revealed that she was nothing more than our man’s toilet? What would become of her standing after that? What would our brothers say? No. She’ll be silent from now on, no matter what," Eris responded with a laugh of her own.
"Do you think mother will be ok?" Eris finally asked after a moment of silence.
"After how much life energy she was just infused with? She’ll live, that’s for sure. The poison is gone, that’s also been checked out by several of us before they all passed out. But the skin on her chest and stomach will forever be a bit tinted, the result of his healing...." Aphrodite responded, but her voice sounded a little off.
"What? What’s wrong?"
"It’s nothing... just...."
"Out with it. Or I’ll sic my dog on you..." Eris said with a chuckle, briefly pulling at the leash that was still around Athena’s neck.
"It’s just... now with the scars healed with his flames... they will forever scar her, brandish her... mark her..."
"And you’re feeling kind of jealous, huh?" Eris nodded with understanding.
"Yes... I know he said he has wives... but still... for all this to be over once it’s over. Even if we live, it will be like... none of this ever happened..." Aphrodite said with a bit of forlorn.
"Well... doesn’t that just mean we need to get branded as well?" Eris responded, an evil grin on her face.
