Erotica Anthology #14

Goddess 3 Hera is still angry at Lassic for allowing her daughter to try to steal him away from her. Aphrodite is being punished severely for being naughty, of course, but that doesn’t mean that the other party can go on freely. “You . . . how dare you. I’ve done everything nice to you by allowing you to stay as my pet, by extending your mortal life so that you won’t die so quickly. And yet, this is how you repay me? By trying to run away while I wasn’t looking? You had a lot of nerve for a simple toy, and for that, I must reeducate you. It seems like I’ve pampered you too much during your stay here. I’ll be sure to not make the same mistake again. Lassic, my feeble s*x toy, from now on, you shall live receiving your daily punishments!” “W-wait, High Goddess . . . please spare me. I didn’t mean to offend you, but—” Lassic tries to come up with an excuse, but Hera quickly silences him. “Be quiet and receive your sentence dutifully! Or else I will make it even worse for you.” There is this dark glint in her eyes, which the human notices is a sign of misfortune. She is positively furious, no matter how good she tries to hide it. The goddess is ancient, so she usually hides her real emotions well. But today of all day . . . it seems like Lassic really has done something so irrevocable, pissing her off like this. Not good, not good at all. “W-what do you plan to do to me, Mistress?” he calls her with the title she favors most, yet the fury in her face does not falter. It seems like he has completely dug a hole for himself. There is no getting out of this one, he’s afraid. “Oh, you’ll see. I’ve prepared just the things for you,” she replies with amusement curved on her lips. “By the time I am done with you, you will be crying for mercy. But I won’t tell you what your punishments will be. I want them to come as a complete surprise to you, so that you won’t have any time to prepare at all. Yes, this will be fun.” By the time she finishes, she sounds like she is ready for another rough playtime with him. Lassic wants nothing more than to cry right now. Something bad will happen to him after this, he is sure. But that will it be? He has no idea what she plans to do to him exactly, but knowing his Mistress, it will probably some humiliating ways that will strain him physically, to the point that she will make him yield without even having to be pushed to. “Mistress, please—” He tries one more time, but gets cut off as well — this time, with her silent glare. Lassic’s series of punishment begin almost immediately. She is not condemning him to one, but many trials. First, she begins by spitting on him, right from her throne chair. It comes so suddenly that the young silver haired man is caught in complete surprise. He only sees her mouth move to expel her saliva one moment, before suddenly Lassic finds himself being completely covered with the sticky liquid. Splak! The giant droplet of saliva covers him up completely from head to toe, drowning him in the gooey substance. Yet, even though she just spat on him, the spit itself doesn’t taste nasty. No, it still smells very delicate and enchanting, just like the large, towering goddess herself. And just like every single part of her, her spit is wonderful, even when Lassic knows that he should feel disgusted. Maybe it’s just part of Hera’s unending charm — or maybe he is just that madly in love with her, that he doesn’t even care about the hygienity side of this. Either way, he knows when to stay in silent and receive his punishment obediently. Many years of being forced to stay by her side make Lassic learns when not to speak up and just take what she gives him. “Good, it seems like you are learning your place once more. Now, be a good boy and stay still. I’ll be watching you.” And sure, indeed, Hera watches Lassic tries to stay still as her scent and saliva lubricate his entire body, coating him so well, she might as well be marking him as hers. But she doesn’t need to go this far, because he is already hers since a long time ago. Hera is simply doing this to expel any remnants of her daughter’s scents on him. Plus, this is also part of his punishment. Lassic’s small d**k grows large over time, the intimate scent of hers finally making a reaction out of this. He begins struggling to stay still this time, mainly because it becomes extremely difficult for him stay in his position, while his d**k is erect, standing in attention, its presence practically screaming for attention. He needs to touch himself. The urge hits him like a slow tidal of ocean wave that eventually builds up into a calm before a storm. Lassic wants to touch himself so badly. But if he does, he will only upset his Mistress even much more. “Maybe she will punish him much more,” the naughty part in the back of his mind echoes. No . . . no! He can’t! He must hold on. He must control himself. An inward battle takes place within Lassic’s mind while his face twists into a struggle. The corner of Hera’s mouth lift upward by this, and she knows by now that she is finally having him at his worst. “Huh, serve you right for being such a disobedient little toy,” Hera thinks to herself. “I had only left you for a few short moments to short other things out, and he dares to coax my daughter to help him escape. Want to play me? Not so easy!” After a long pause, Hera finally speaks. “Alright then, you are permitted to move now.” At the sound of this, Lassic cheers expressively. His hands are still itching for the hot rod standing from in between his legs, when she suddenly speaks again. “But only your mouth,” she says. “I-I’m sorry . . . ?” he whimpers with quivering lips. “I said, I am only permitting you to move your mouth. Go clean yourself. Make sure to give a good show while you’re at it.” She wants him to do what now? Oh well, it’s just her saliva, after all. He had drank a lot more scandalous substances that originate from her bodies, which mostly consists of her bodily fluids. He doubts that this will be so out of range to him. Without making her wait for another moment, Lassic begins to work. He parts his lips and sticks out his tongue, licking the saliva around his mouth bit by bit, while slowly working his way down around then further down. She loves watching him eating part of herself, even if it’s just her saliva — albeit quite a huge heap of it for his body size. The way his tiny tongue moves . . . it reminds her so much of how it usually works against her skin. A need tingle inside her not so long after, but Hera doesn’t do anything about it, because she still wants to watch him overgo this trial. Lassic has cleared some portion of saliva from his face. When his tongue can’t reach any further around, he bends his body to capture the saliva that sticks to his knees, and the position gives the high goddess too much of his skin. She watches cooly from her throne when his d**k remains pointing up — as if pointing at her, the source of his lusting need. He looks so desirable at this point, with his lower half exposed to fully to her, that Hera just has to add in another form of punishment. Out of a sudden, a large shadow overcast Lassic’s form. And he looks up just in time to see Hera putting down a giant glass from above, trapping him inside. “Your air supply has been limited. You’d better pick up the pace, if you want to survive.” Of course, Hera doesn’t really intend to let him die, but this is still a punishment, so she lets him panic over it. In hasty licks, Lassic bobs his head up and down, making it so that he can clean himself off faster. He bends his body over, further more until he almost strains his physical limit, all the way until he goes perfectly aligned with his limbs. He still can’t move his hands or legs freely though, because the saliva is just so heavy that it is trapping him in place. Hera watches gleefully as he puts on quite a show to please her, even if he intends for it to happen this way or not. The glass is fogging even though Lassic is nowhere quite as finished. His legs are almost free, but his arms are not. He has never felt so full before, and the oxygen supply is narrowing. He is crunched by time, but he just can’t force himself to go any faster. It’s too much. This punishment is too much. He wishes she will just get this all over with and allow him to touch her already. In the state of lust, his mind can’t think clearly. The only thing he can do is fall into his natural state, which is commonly consisted of him thinking of various ways to satisfy his s****l desire. It can be said that has completely reprogrammed his natural instincts, ever since she made him her personal toy. Lassic continues doing what he can, but it doesn’t take long before he finds himself in the brink of passing out. Black spots are invading his vision, and for a second, he thinks he has just passed out. Not wanting the physical strain to really take a toll on him, Hera shows a bit degree of mercy by removing the glass away, but not her saliva off his body. When the young man comes to once more, he finds himself in the process of being lifted by Hera, down to what reveals to be . . . a toilet! “W-wait . . . what’s going on?” “You passed out, but you didn’t finish your punishment. So now I am forced to continue with the next one.” “Y-you’re not really going to drop me down there, are you, Mistress?” Hera smirks at him. “Oh, you’ll see.” And just like that, she releases him without warning, allowing him to fall straight down to the small gathering of water inside the toilet. “N-nnooooobbbrrhhtttppp!” Lassic finds himself drowning, not liking the fact that he can’t find any solid ground underneath his feet. The fall is scarier though, because time flows much longer when his blood is pumping with fear. The young man accidentally swallows a little bit of water during his struggles. The weight of saliva on his body in pulling him down, before the water washes out some of it off him. It saddens him a little bit because his Mistress’ substance is going to waste, but he really does’t have much choice in this situation. Everything around him suddenly goes dark. Lassic looks up, only to find that the goddess is gone. Wait . . . no, she is sitting on the toilet! Don’t tell him that she is planning to— Before he can say anything, the first drizzle of warm showers down onto his person. Lassic shivers from the contact despite the warmness, but it’s only because this whole this is too new to him. The goddess . . . Mistress Hera is peeing on him. The drizzle soon turns into a full blown steady stream of pee. He can’t believe that she is omitting her liquid waste upon him. But even so, Lassic doesn’t really mind it at all. In fact, this doesn’t seem like such a worse of a punishment at all. s****l partners sometimes omit pee during s*x, so it’s normal. It’s not so strange if he gets soaked by her pee — he has peed inside or on her at times also when he cums. Both liquid go hand in hand. But this amount his really something else, and he can feel the water around him raises for a couple of feet. This goes on for some time. It isn’t until almost his entire body is completely soaked with her pee that Hera finally stops, the stream coming down to a drizzle once more. It seems like she has emptied her bladder. When she looks down, she finds that her misbehaved toy is almost completely immersed in her liquid waste, except for his face. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” he apologies sincerely. “That’s nice, but I’m not quite down with you yet.” Her index finger reaches out to press the flush button. “W-wait, Mistress. Please! Don’t get rid of me.” “Oh? But I thought you were the one who wanted to run away?” “I didn’t intend to do so, Your Highness. It was your daughter, Aphrodite, who took matters into her own hands and removed me from your chamber. I wanted to stay and escape from her clutches, but she wouldn’t let me go.” “Is that so?” “Yes, Mistress, I’m telling the truth. I didn’t want to leave, but there was so much I could do against another goddess.” “But you did c*m underneath her attentions, didn’t you?” “T-that was . . . my body is much more sensitive compared to how it used to be,” he says. “Hhmm, and so I guess it makes it okay that allow your body to be used by another?” Hera proceeds to moving her finger, but Lassic wails this time, almost crying. The high goddess ignores him though, as if he is nothing but scum that simply needs to be rid of, though. No way . . . . Is she really going to throw him away . . . after all the things that they’ve been through? He can’t help but to feel the tingling of sadness in his chest. The shadow of her hand overcast him, and he can’t allow himself to watch her get rid of him. Instead of pushing flush, however, Hera grabs him and lifts her off the toilet hole, pee stains and all. “You are my toy, remember that,” she says with a serious face. “And because of that, you’re not allowed to leave my side anymore. Ever. You’ll follow me wherever I go, even when I go outside this chamber.” To say that he is touched is an underestimation. “Yes, Mistress. I understand, Mistress. I won’t disappoint you anymore, Mistress,” he says dutifully. “Though . . . I didn’t give you permission to move before, didn’t I?” “But . . .” Lassic glances at her with a despondent look. “I do know a few things you can do to make it up to me, though.” “Please, Mistress, order me what to do. I want to please you.” Hera catches him by the chin, petting him from there. “Well, since you ask it so nicely, my little s*x toy, then I won’t be lenient about it.” The high goddess glides back to her throne, before placing the young man down. Lassic is then dropped on one of her toes (her right big toe). He already knows what to do at this point, so he wastes no time and begins dropping tiny kisses all over the skin he can find. He starts out slow and smooth, smooching her big toe like his life depends on it. Lassic sucks her index toe by the time he finds himself crawling toward that place. His tongue glides across the area underneath her toenail when he gets to middle toe. Hera is giving him a heated glance when Lassic practically devours her fourth toe. The guy still shows plenty of energy even when he reaches her little toe; in fact, he seems to be ecstatic to begin anew and do it all over again. “Since you like it so much, little s*x toy, then why don’t you finish off the other side as well?” Hera picks him up and plops him to her other foot, and Lassic is more than happy to answer to her wishes. He can believe how his Mistress always smells nice even, no matter in what condition she is. Maybe it’s also part of a goddess’ charm, or maybe that’s just how much in love he is at her, that he doesn’t even care if she smells off. Lassic is very throughout in using his mouth against her foot. He always starts by licking the start of the toe, the area between the end of the nail length and the skin there. He always makes sure to swipe his tongue underneath her toe nail, which always never fail to make her wiggle. Once that area is thorough and soaking wet from his saliva, Lassic moves out to her nail plate, until he crawls all the way across to her cuticle. She’s also clean there, but he licks her off thoroughly anyway. And once he is done at the top part, he crawls back down to lick the sole area too. There is no area of her feet that the young man can skip over. He licks her down to the very last gasps in between the toes. And after a series of exhausting work moving through all five toes, Lassic gives the rest of her feet his everlasting attention, going from the sole to the instep, arch and heel, and when back up again at her bridge and ankle of her feet. Up and down, Lassic never gives up trying to please his still displeased Mistress. He kisses, massage, suck, nibble and savor every bit of her skin that he can reach. And how can he not? She tastes so heavenly to him. Lassic stops for a short break after he is done. His little body pants, yet his eyes are still glazed with pleasure. He is not done yet with her — not when she tastes this delicious. Hera knows what he wants from her; he has been practically staring at the area in between her legs lustfully. She is not planning to help him though, because she is not obliged to. If he wants it, he can just go there all by himself. After staring and staring, it is finally clear to Lassic that his Mistress is not going to help him go up there. That doesn’t matter. He has his arms and legs free of burden now, so he can put when to good use. The young man climbs through her leg, which can’t be any longer than is already is. The shape and texture of her leg is amazing also. He can tell that she is quite fit (but not to the point that she shows evident muscles) as he makes his way up. The texture is smooth, just like the rest of her. It is either she takes care of her skin well, or this beauty trait is something she was naturally born with. The climb to her v****a is long and hard, but Lassic wants to show her his devotion. He has to admit that he had made some mistakes, but he is making it up to her right now. He has to succeed, to show that he really means what he said — that he is really sorry for what he did with Aphrodite. After almost stripping for a few more times that he can count, Lassic finally reaches his destination. Well, he is not at her soft opening yet, but he is halfway there. With one last climb, Lassic can finally roll himself up to her knees. Since she is in a sitting position, it will be easy to make his way through the rest of the journey. He is soaking wet though, sweat dripping from all over his body, making the journey becomes slippier than ever. By he finally makes it after some time, climbing down from her upper thigh and landing by the entrance of her pink p***y. It takes some time to get there, but Hera seems patient enough. They have the luxury of time to do whatever they please. Lassic likes how there are still a few lone strands of pubic hair still growing by her s*x. He can never get bored exploring the wonders of this forest; which he can almost call as his own, since he always finds his way back here one too many times. The silver haired man is able to catch some of his breath as he travels through her pubes. It is then that he finds the edge of the forest, where her p***y lips are displayed. She is practically soaking wet when he finds the cave of her entrance. And like the dutiful s*x toy that he is, Lassic licks her p***y lips, making sure that he catches every droplet of her sweet glistening juice. His Mistress’ p***y is so pink, it takes everything within Lassic to not simply go crazy over it. She smells so fantastic that it causes his already raging boner to go dripping with pre-c*m. He is already this turned on when he is still outside. He can only imagine what will happen to him once he crawls inside. The silver haired has gone through a lot of trials just to get himself to where he is right now. It is clear that Hera does not intent to move from her spot, so Lassic makes it upon himself to take matters into his own hands. The high goddess is positively soaking wet, so slipping himself into her warm tunnel is no hard work. He just needs to press in a little bit, uses his body weight, and the rest pretty much takes care of itself. When Lassic crawls inside, it’s already as dim as he expects it to be. She is so wet that he is worried for a second that he might not be able to climb up, considering how slippery it is. Hera doesn’t say anything, but she is wet like broken dam. This might look like nothing more than a patch of wetness to the goddess, but for a microscopic human like him, this is quite a lot of lubricant. Lassic is worried about this for some time, until Hera can’t take it anymore and simply tips her waist upward, causing the young man to tumble into her. The guy feels dizzy, suddenly finding himself rolling forward, screaming out of surprise. Lassic rolls into Hera’s v****a until what seems like forever. Her v****a is huge. If he doesn’t travel carefully, he might end up being lost forever inside her. It’s usually so easy to travel inside because he already knows where he should go, but with Hera tipping and spinning him around like this, Lassic can no longer tell which way is up or down. Oh well, doesn’t matter. A cunt’s a cunt. All he has to do is drop into his hands and knees and starts licking. The wet, dark cave around him shivers, throbs, and then convulses as a response, a sign that signifies that the goddess likes this. Lassic continues some more, growing more desperate as time flows. It’s even darker at where he is right now, so there’s no doubt that he is at least halfway into her passage. The guy continues to move as he licks her, his tongue never stop working like a miracle machine. The young man moves until he finds himself leaning against a soft wall. This area is much more tender compared to the usual one he encounters. Lassic uses his body weight to press against the large patch of muscle, only to discover that it sinks too fast. Oh shoot! This must be her bladder! Lassic finally figures out after a while. And just to confirm that, Hera lets out a satisfyingly long moan. “Yes, this must be it,” he thinks confidently. To think that her urinary bladder is just at the other side of this wall . . . She had used this to teased him before. Now, it’s time for him to tease her back! Lassic begins jumping up and down at it, knowing that this will cause her bladder to be stimulated once again — this time, without her will or control. He keeps thinking that she will get mad at him for teasing her like this, but Hera just keeps on moaning. She must like being touched this way. Well, since she likes it so much, why don’t he just make her c*m through it? The faster he jumps, the faster Hera’s control is slipping. f**k! He is doing this on surprise, she just knows it. But even so, she finds that she doesn’t mind being teased this way as well. Liquid heat begins pooling inside her bladder, and she can feel her body preparing to shoot out a load of her pee. She can’t believe it, but it seems like she is going to c*m and pee at the same time, because she can tell that her walls are going slicker by each passing moment. “Ah, um . . . yes, just like that— Ah! I’m so close—” Hera abruptly lifts up her waist, so fast that Lassic barely has time to prepare for the sudden shift. It causes him to tumble forward, rolling even dipping into her tight passage, her juice becoming just the right lubricant to help him enter her further. “Yes, harder. Good toy, good toy . . . .” Everything happens so fast that both can barely register it when Lassic rolls past her cervix and his back hits the back wall of her uterus. Her hips quiver, and that is all she can do before waves of climax hits her hard, causing a flood of c*m to wash at Lassic until he is abruptly forced to be pushed out. Cum and pee drizzles out from Hera’s s*x, the mixed liquid immediately leaving an evident stain to where she sits. They stick to Lassic body as he finds himself back out of her dark depths once more. He tries to move, but it’s so sticky that the guy can hardly make himself stand. In the end, Hera picks him up after she catches her breath. “That was great. Let’s try that again sometime. But do you know what will make me even happier?” “If that crawl into your ass, Mistress?” “You know it.” She probes him by her back entrance, allowing him to crawl inside by himself. Lassic is exhausted, yet at the same time, his body is too excited beyond reason to make her feel satisfied. He wants to make her c*m again, and the taste of her asshole is delighted. Feeling experimental, Lassic tries to lick her from inside to outside, alternating the locations, going right back in once he is out again. He gotta admit, it keeps the goddess on her toes, and he’s even able to catch her letting out a few surprised gasps along the way. He must be doing it right, so Lassic simply proceeds. Lassic slips in and out of her anus many times today; so many times that the surrounding area, including the pelvic bone muscles, go sore. He doesn’t travel far into the rectum, knowing that it will be too fast to end this by giving the goddess what she wants. The goddess knows it too, and that is the only reason why she is not yelling at him just yet. Halfway into her rectum, Lassic turns around and heads back out again, crawling out of her anus, and going up to lick the rest of the valley in between her asscheeks. He goes on and on like this until both him and her go dizzy. It isn’t until some time after, that Hera finally breaks and surges Lassic to just get it done and over with. The guy is still in the process of crawling into the hollow of her anus. Feeling rather naughty, something despicable overtake him and urges him to take a bite out of her. And so he does, without even filtering the idea at all, ducking down his face and pulling his lips back, allowing his teeth to graze against the ring of her pucker. He recognizes her signature scent over there, but it doesn’t stop him from nibbling the patch of flesh with his teeth, ultimately causing Hera to scream out. Heat surges inside her, but it’s not enough to send her over the edge. Feeling impatient, she finally takes matter into her own hands and arches back, stuffing her own finger inside evertight hole, pushing Lassic so deep inside her that he finds himself at her rectum yet again. Hera’s finger is not going anywhere, blocking the exit this time. It’s dark in there, but Lassic had been in this place one too many times that he can easily tell the layout of this place even without seeing, just recognizing stuff by the feeling only. The guy picks up his face after all, using all of his remaining vigor to send his Mistress to oblivion. He uses his d**k as well this time, thrusting the erect p***s up and down desperately against the throbbing muscles of her asshole. He can feel her clenching and unclenching around him, the pressure just enough to surround him with her warm flesh, but not crammed enough to crush him. Her walls rub against him, while his d**k rubs against her. Together, they move in perfect symphony, trying to find the right rhythm to throw them into a climax. They move so fast, it becomes too much like an intimate dance. The moaning and thrusting and thundering blood pumping only crescendo higher, pushing them so over the edge until release finally comes. Both sends out liquid hot emissions, so hard and heavy that they still spurt out c*m even after leaning against each other in complete fatigue. They don’t think there is such thing as having too much s*x, until they hit that new layer of physical limit. “Am I . . . am I forgiven now?” “Sure,” Hera slurs, “though I won’t mind you trying to gain me favors now.” She still wants more? Even after all of that? Well, that’s a goddess’ strength for you. Hera waves her hand, and Lassic’s strength is suddenly restored. Handy. “What would you like to have next, Your Highness?” He raises to a stand. “Well, let’s see . . . . You haven’t touch my breasts yet.” She cups her heavy jugs in emphasis, thrusting the mounds of flesh upward. Her n*****s are pink, and her areola looks positively as flushed as her cheeks. The sultry sight of her makes him go hard without question. “Good toy,” she praises him with a gleeful look  in her eyes. Oh shoot . . . Not again. Lassic stiffens his back, reluctant but willing at the same time. Hera snapped her fingers together, causing a cloud of smoke to appear all around Lassic. The young man coughs a few times, and by the time the smoke is gone, he finds himself having turned into a dildo. His is standing at much higher point than ever before, but he also can’t move his limbs. That’s because they don’t exist. Lassic lets out a yelp of panic, before tumbling down to the floor. The goddess picks him up coolly. “Calm down. It’s not permanent. I just want to try something new,” she tells him, before positioning him against her entrance. Lassic gulps down. The young man watches as the area that was supposed to be his feet begins to be coated with her juice, before slowly disappearing underneath those pretty pink lips. And this is the best front row seat to watch how everything happens. He watches as she makes him disappear into her body inch by inch, each careful push full of overflowing juices. He can feel her surrounding his lower half, her muscles tensing around him, trying to take him in. It seems that Hera has rather overestimated herself, turning him into such a large dildo. His girth alone is almost the size of her wrist. Or does she really? Hera starts to wiggle her hips, easing him into her. Her fingers are wrapped in a tight grip around his middle, which tightens as she struggles to push him even deeper into her tight canal. She isn’t used to being penetrated like this, especially since recently, where she has been rather preoccupied with him. It is quite a strange change, but as long as it is still him, she doesn’t mind. In fact, the change rather excites her, if she can say honestly. Hera is in complete control over this. She moves him in and out of her, and Lassic is more than willing to message the insides of her walls using his stoic body only. The chance of being able to feel her walls around him affects him too. It makes his body temperature increases, growing hotter by each minute. Her p***y has an ironclad grip around his dildo body, keeping him snug inside her nice and tight. Hera eases his size inside her by thrusting in and out, doing so while she makes him enter her all the way. When Lassic can feel what is supposed to be his feet touching the base of her womb, his face stops just right in between her ring muscle, allowing him to stare right up at her c******s. Oh, how he wishes he can taste her from there right now . . . . The hardened bud looks so pink and wet, she looks like she is on the verge of peeing again. Lassic can lick his lips just from the sight, but he is just a dildo right now. Hera is in ecstasy. She thrusts Lassic in and out of her p***y, wanting to stuff him all the way inside. Before she can make it happen however, she hits a snag. It turns out that the dildo Lassic is way too long for her v****a to take. It seems like she has overestimated herself once again, but the goddess is not one that can easily give up. Instead of using her magic to resize him, Hera continues to wiggle her hips, hand holding the dildo him to slide even deeper into her. Some time later, after some patience and hard work, packed with some help from her overflowing juice, Hera is finally able to make him go all the way inside her. It’s dark where he is now, but Lassic doesn’t mind. In fact, he is so hot that he feels like he is going to burst. Out of a suddenly, something vibrate inside Hera’s snatch. The motion is so unexpected that she lets out a loud moan. “W-woah . . . is this for real?” It seems like her Lassic did not just turned into a dildo, but a vibrator. It is so unexpected that he even managed to surprised the high goddess. “C-can I . . . ? Is it okay if I move?” Lassic wonders inwardly. Hera’s continuous moans and convulsing cunt answer the question for him, so he moves. Lassic vibrates against her p***y walls until every corner of the p***y is throbbing wetly. Her cries of encouragement only pushes him to go faster, on and on until all she can see is a blur. His dildo form continues to pleasure Hera, going to fast until she explodes, her c*m splatting all over the place, making such a mess of her throne, even her ass is wet. Hera doesn’t let him go so easily once she is done though. She lets him stay in the dark place of her cunt while they both catches their breath — though none of them don’t necessarily have to breath at this point. That’s just how worked up they are after all that s*x.