Chapter 777: It Can Only Be A Sweet Memory

Helen laid passed out on the bed, while Kelly was next to her. Laz had moved them both there as they hadn’t been there when they finally tapped out. Jayden was passed out in the chair, unable to walk. She hadn’t wanted to be moved as she was sore in ways she never thought possible. Laz had laid a blanket on her and sent a stream of energy into her, helping her body to recover. She had been especially eager tonight to do things that no regular human would be able to do and Laz had been happy to go along that path with her. He needed release as his powers growing meant his energy was bubbling out and failure to do so would be harmful to his health. Thinking about those stories he used to read about people abstaining from sex to help increase their power seemed to not understand that keeping energy inside the body when it was bursting out was akin to chaining closed a pressure cooker and turning it on high without ever venting it. You would just be waiting for the explosion to happen.

Helen and Kelly were no longer strictly human at this point, having absorbed so much of his life energy. Helen now looked like a woman in her early twenties again while Kelly could be mistaken as a teenager, even a highschooler. Strangely, their bloodlines hadn’t yet awakened. Or if they have, they were too insignificant to affect their overall selves. If that was the case, then they would be considered the first of their kind, walking a human path of ascension. Such things happened in history before.

Rachelle was leaning against the railing in the warm night air, a bottle of something in her hand as she gazed up into the night. Her naked body was covered with a layer of sheen that reflected the moonlight, accenting her well defined curves and perky, full breasts. Laz walked over to join her.

Laz had run into her on his way back from the interview after the captain realized that they couldn’t get anything else from him, at least nothing that would be useful in resolving this situation. The ship had been attacked and the attackers had been chased away. The fact that the attackers were fish people couldn’t be hidden and nothing the captain said or did could or would convince people to keep quiet about it. There were too many people from different places to put a lid on this, the worst ones being rich assholes with connections that would be hard holes to plug. This was going to get out, one way or another. And the fact that the governments most wanted fugitive was the one who had saved them all was an even bigger problem. Still, despite the headaches that the higher ups would have at this incident, no one had died so as far as he was concerned, his part in this was over. He would just keep his mouth shut and only speak when spoken to. If he could keep himself small enough, he was hoping he would be overlooked in the event that something bigger came out of this.

As for Rachelle, after not having run into Laz for several days and everything else that had happened, she wasn’t feeling comfortable by herself and invited him to dinner. Long story short, when she ended up in his room, there were several more people who made their way in throughout the intense fuck session. At first, she was horrified as it seemed like his door was unlocked and anyone who wanted to could wander in. But after she noticed it was Kelly from her class, she didn’t feel as opposed to it, especially since she was getting worn out and Laz was still raring to go. The real shock came after Helen joined them, her face and body that of a woman twenty years younger. She had seen Helen almost naked before and the difference between then and now was like night and day. Helen hadn’t looked bad before, having an incredible body for a forty year old. But now her body looked like a work of art a twenty year old could only dream about working towards. It was then that she noticed Kelly’s body looked far more amazing as well, the little bit of fat she had before was gone, replaced by lean muscle and soft, smooth skin.

When the third woman came in, one that she didn’t even know, Rachelle just accepted it and worked with the other’s to please the inexhaustible lust that Laz had. When Laz was finally settled, all the other women had passed out, body’s leaking fluids from every hole that could hold them. She was the least worn out as she had tapped out fairly early, all things considered. She also was the only one who had engaged in normal sex so although she felt like she had been pumped full, it wasn’t to the extent the other’s had experienced. And what was worse, she felt better than she had in the thirty years she had spent on this planet, like her body was now in better shape than ever before.

No wonder they were so addicted to him.

He walked up as she closed her eyes, letting the sounds of the ocean engulf her.

"You’re not human, are you?" She asked, a smile on her face. She never once thought he would hurt her, but even if he was going to extract some price from her, it would be worth it.

"Eh... Being a human these days is far overrated. Everyone is a monster in some way, shape or form. It’s just a question of scale," Laz replied, sitting on the deck chair and leaning back, the warm and moist night air hanging around like a blanket. The humidity from the storm was still lingering and the heat from the day hadn’t yet dispersed, causing the freezing of a few days ago to be like a distant dream.

A massive shadow covered the ship for a brief minute before disappearing into the distance, the creature’s body moving into the distance and leaving the sea lit again by the moonlight.

That had been happening ever since the battle a few days ago and people were now getting used to it. Their connection to the mainland had been re-established and the news reports were pouring in of the great beasts, spirits and even gods of old who were being spotted traveling the world, all heading in the same direction.

While it had caused terror and panic at first, they had settled down soon after. Their ship was still heading for the port in San Francisco, their destination unchanged.

"How strong are you?" She asked, curious.

"Mmm... Strong, I guess. But still weak in the grand scheme of things," Laz admitted, without saying more. She wasn’t the only one who had asked that, but the answer was the same every time.

It really was what he honestly thought of himself.

"So there are things far stronger than you out there?" Rachelle asked, getting up and sitting next to him on the chair, her body sticking to his as the sweat from their bodies formed a seal, connecting the two of them. It was strangely comfortable for both and the smell Laz gave off, one stained by several women and his own sweat was irresistible to Rachelle. Without realizing it, she leaned over and licked his arm, causing a heady feeling that liquor never could duplicate.

"There is always someone stronger. That is simply a truth of the world. There is an old saying from across the sea where if you beat the son, the father comes. If you beat the father, the grandfather shows up. Battle of such a nature are endless," Laz said, reaching over to grab her head. She didn’t resist as he guided her down to his rapidly stiffening member, letting it’s unwashed stench envelope her.

She should have been grossed out, but instead an intense need came over her as her bright red lips spread open wide, taking the immense head into her mouth while her hands reached over to grasp his shaft. Using every breathing technique she knew, she took him as deep as she could, using her mouth to clean his manhood, desire and need gripping her making her want more again. ]

She knew she was lost. What’s more, he had said himself that he would be leaving once they reached their destination. The world had been awoken to things it had only found in dreams and nightmares and major events would soon occur. Being a part of that was where he was going once they got to shore. He could of left now, but he had been told to wait, so he was waiting. And once he left, he would probably never see any of them again. They all knew it, but couldn’t resist being with him while they had the chance. Had someone told Rachelle this before meeting Laz, she would have fought back and called them crazy. She wasn’t an idiot to get involved with someone who’d pack up and leave at a moments notice. She wasn’t just looking for a fuck buddy after all, no matter how many men wanted the chance. And yet here she was, sucking off a man she had only met a week before, enjoying every minute of it.

And when he finally did leave, she would be chained to his memory for the rest of her life. The thought would have scared her at one time, but now she could only accept it.

The passing love of a god was worth the lifetime of lingering memories afterwards, or so she hoped.

’I wonder if there is a support group for this?’