Persephone had been a fun loving and bubbly child, one that Hera had raised with much joy. While her duties as an Empress had taken a lot of her ti, she always spent as much ti as she could with her many daughters. As a goddess with an almost unlimited lifespan, she had given birth many tis over the years and it wasn’t uncommon for her to go one to two hundred years without having a child and then give birth several tis in a few years span. As for the generation with Persephone in it, she had been the only girl.
The boys, who she never neglected either, would usually spend more ti with their father, growing into almost young replicas of himself and as far as Hera knew, that was alright as she always had her daughters to keep her company.
After Persephone had reached the age of twenty one though, while Hera was out doing land managent work in the outskirts of the kingdom, her precious daughter had been sold off by her husband without a second thought. When Hera had finally returned and learned that Persephone had been married, she had been enraged, charging straight into her brother-in-law’s domain to save her sweet girl, only to be t with rejection by her own daughter, having been told it was her choice. She ended up in bed and upset for weeks afterwards, at the rejection of her youngest.
She had no idea that her own daughter had beco a puppet while she had been away, all at the hands of her own husband.
And Persephone wouldn’t have breathed a word of this even if she could. After all, thanks to the constant manipulation by her husband, Persephone was convinced that her mother would hate her if she had found out what kinds of things Persephone had been forced to do. At least this way, in the future, her mother would still love her when they saw each other again.
That had been almost a thousand years ago now and she hadn’t been allowed to see her mother once since then. She was only able to watch Laz in the arena that one night because one of her sisters had brought a viewing crystal with them which transmitted back the images.
Having been stuck in this dungeon for so many years, only able to watch the constant tortures of the criminals of the empire inflicted by her husband with only ever the few visits of maids and her sisters who her husband trusted enough to talk to her, Persephone had started going insane. She spoke to creatures beyond the walls that only she could hear, dreamt of going places that only existed in her mind and had taken to hurting herself just to feel sothing other than the constant and unending blackness of her world.
Not that her husband didn’t abuse her when he was around. But that had beco less and less over the years as he had grown bored with her. While that might have seed like a blessing, at least the disgusting old man provided so company even if she did want to kill him with every fiber of her being. There was a ti where she had gone just crazy enough to think that she really did love him... but then she went past that point and just hated him all the more.
Laz’s arrival was the final step that broke the dam holding in her sanity and she revealed in it’s release, happy to finally be able to go insane even if it ant her death.
But it hadn’t. Instead, she had broken through and was now feeling better than ever.
So when she felt his fingers slip into her bubbly butt, she couldn’t help but shriek in surprise before moaning with erotic excitent.
Her disgusting husband had said it was nasty to do that when she had tried to bring it up... but she secretly loved it. One of the many things that old man couldn’t be bother with when it ca to her.
"Amazing... What other kinds of secrets are you hiding?" Laz asked as she practically grinded her ass on his finger, wanted more and deeper.
"I...." Persephone hesitated.
"Speak," Laz said, granting permission. Originally she had been all about restraining him so that she could abuse him, but that was simply the impulse of the control runes she had be enslaved with. They would cause her to want to protect herself, even if she didn’t want to.
"Can I... can you... use my mouth?" She asked, hesitantly, surprising Laz. He wasn’t aware of her full story so Laz had no idea that she didn’t understand how common sothing like that was. Instead, she was embarrassed about it, making Laz confused.
Still though, he wasn’t going to say no.
"Of course," Laz said, removing his fingers from her various holes to allow her to get into position, only to find a look of sadness on her face as she looked up at him.
"What?" Laz asked, confused.
"Can you... You know. While I do this? Can you keep doing that? Maybe... a bit harder? With... more fingers?" She then pleaded, making Laz’s mind go blank.
Well... in for a penny....
"Sure. Stick that ass back in the air for ," Laz replied with a smile.
Persephone giggled and did as asked, backing up enough to have Laz’s mber resting right by her face. Laz then set his hand on her ass and slipped his fingers back inside, this ti using two and two to assault both holes.
Persephone squealed in pleasure and she took Laz’s shaft in both hands and began licking it. Over the course of the next ten minutes, Persephone explored every inch of his raging mber, taking her ti do as she pleased, as she dread. From nibbling on it, licking it, using her tongue to play with his sack, slapping herself in the face, wrapping her hair in it... the list went on. She was like a child at Christmas with the toy she had been dreaming about, the whole ti being penetrated by Laz’s strong fingers that never seed to let her body rest.
When she had finally had enough play ti, she took the massive rod in her mouth and Laz had to hold back a laugh as her cheeks had puffed out, giving her the look of a squirrel with too many nuts in it’s mouth. But that only lasted a minute as she began bobbing her head up and down, as though she were desperate to asure it’s length using her mouth.
Her technique was sloppy and she had no sense to apply pressure to anything or stimulate anything in any way. At least not at first. But as she continued her movents, Persephone began using her tongue and her hands to increase the sensation, giving Laz a much more pleasurable experience.
All the while, Laz continued to assault her from behind, focusing more and more on the rear entrance as she ca so many tis Laz lost count. If it wasn’t for her ascending to godhood, Laz couldn’t help but think that she should have passed out by now. But she didn’t as every orgasm he gave her ass lead her to taking him in deeper and deeper until she was gagging from the effort, snot running down her face as her eyes watered from the effort of holding back her gag reflex.
Pausing for a mont, Laz comnted, "You don’t have to go that hard for it too feel good."
Freeing herself from her task, she wiped her face on a soft blanket from the bed before throwing it aside.
"I need it harder than that... for to feel good to. I want harder. Deeper. I want to feel... like I will die, choking and lifeless while impaled on your cock. But I can’t seem to fight my body enough to get there. DAMN IT!!!"
"Uh..." Laz hesitated at her self directed anger.
"I can help?" Laz asked, seeing her look at him hopefully.
"YES! You! You can help!" Persephone said, getting back into position before bringing Laz’s free hand to the back of her head.
"Alright. Just slap on the thigh a few tis when you want to stop," Laz said, knowing that in a situation like this, they had to communicate.
"MMMmmm..." She said as she slid her mouth around his holy sword once again, going as deep as possible as quickly as possible before being Laz’s hand to the back of her head.
’I sohow feel like she didn’t listen?’ Laz questioned, but still did as she wanted, forcing her mouth deeper and deeper. Trying to be gentle at first, all Laz felt was Persephone increase the pressure on his hand as though wanting more. Doing so never seed like enough and Laz started to feel like he was being challenged.
He didn’t bother giving her any more ti to complain, clamping down hard and plowing every inch in, causing untold amounts of drool and even so stomach bile to leak out as she closed her eyes, forcing herself to hold on and not completely throw up on him. Unfortunately, she had flipped Laz’s switch, the one he couldn’t control. Using her like a toy, he slamd her head rcilessly into his crotch, feeling the contracting walls of her throat and esophagus massage him until he blasted into her, unleashing every bit of juice stored inside thanks to this long play session.
As Laz was heaving with the workout, he finally let go, only to feel that she had gone limp at so point. Pulling her up by the hair, his blood still running hot, he saw that while her eyes were closed and her breathing faint, there was a faint smile on her ruined face.
"You are fucking crazy.... But it’s my kind of crazy!"
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