"Your Majesty?" Reeva asked, wondering if she had heard her right.

"The great UDDS... Only for the strongest and bravest of men. One ride will change your life... or take it. Other women would be ruined for you once you’ve had a taste of her...."

"Uhh..." Nesha, who had also awoken looked at the door, worried.

Hera, sensing their distress, couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"Allow me to apologize. That was just this old woman’s joke. Your great ancestor wasn’t really like that back in the day, although the rumors about her would run rampant in almost every circle in the omniverse. Whether it was the men or women talking, the things they used to say about her were many and varied, although it basically was limited to the men praising her and wishing to make her their own while the women hated her and claimed she was nothing but a loose slut and to never let your husband come into contact with her.

"But you two seemed to be friends before even coming here?" Reeva questioned.

"Oh yes. For two very important reasons. One, she had no interest in my husband. And two, he had no interest in trying his luck fucking her since he was too much of a pussy to ever risk his life. So because of that, I was able to get to know her as just another woman and we have been... friends... ever since."

"So then she wasn’t like everyone said?" Nesha asked.

"Eh.... that’s hard to say. She wasn’t nearly as unbridled as people made her out to be and wouldn’t just sleep with anyone with a dick, but she was by no means some innocent flower either. She really was responsible for the growth of your people in the years before the end wars. And she, herself, mothered four children of her own."

"FOUR?" Reeva said, astonished.

"Yes. While she was the only god realm of your people to survive the purge, her four daughters gave birth to several daughters of their own. While she isn’t exactly the mother of all of your people, she is responsible for several of the lines that still live until today. She is actually your own great, great, great grandmother... if my memory serves me correctly."

"That’s..."

"It’s not nearly as great as you might think. After all, her four daughters have already passed, but she still lives. Unlike us who are able to break through to god hood relatively easy, they are not able to do the same. Their normal life span is also far shorter than ours thanks to their bloodline poison. It makes them strong, but shortens their lifespans by quite a bit..."

Hera also thought about it, but decided against telling them the reason Pooja hid her beauty all these years. After all, the main reason for it was dead anyway, so why dig up old wounds? If Pooja ever wanted to share, that would be her choice to make.

Hera finished her speech and then motioned to the mother and daughter to leave with her, as she would escort them to their rooms herself. It was the least she could do for two more god realm helpers.

...

Pooja already knew her way around the fortress as she had been there before. It didn’t take her long to find an empty bedroom with which to deposit the half asleep Laz. Laying him down on the bed, the robe that Nesha had draped over him earlier had fallen off, revealing his young and healthy body, surprising Pooja.

"Oh... well... fuck.... she wasn’t kidding. By the ancestors, how? How can such a big thing be attached to such a small frame? And hell... it’s not even hard. He’s an Asura.... but does he have some sort of beast race in him as well? Oh gods... how long has it been, hmm? You old slut... look at you?" Pooja said, turning to look at herself in the mirror. While her body might have changed back, she was still wearing the old robes and garments from before that hid most of her curves.

"How long has it been since I put on that disguise? Probably the moment I walked in to this rotten world, wasn’t it?" Pooja said, stripping the old clothing off her body and burning it with a small flick of fire from her fingers.

"But that bitch is right. It’s time I stopped hiding who I am. Her husband is dead anyway so the deal between us is through. It’s time to live it up again! Finally."

Pooja ran her long, supple fingers through her waist length hair, combing it out as she rubbed it against her face, enjoying it for the first time in a long time. She then brough her hands to her epically massive bosom and lifted them as though weighing them before poking and pinching the skin.

"Heh. Maybe I’m remembering it wrong, but weren’t they a bit more springing back then?" Pooja thought to herself. Rubbing down even further, she rubbed against her flat stomach and grabbed a bit of flesh, frowning as she was able to pinch it. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"I might remember some things wrong, but that was definitely tighter in the past..."

Continuing on her journey, she stopped once again at the hair that she hadn’t bothered to deal with in a long time and sighed.

"It’s like an overgrown yard. To think that I used to send worlds to war with just the subtle hint of being able to serve me and yet now I look like some old shrew.... What would my past self think of my current self I wonder? Heh... Like I really need to think about it? My past self would call my current self an old hag not fit for serving in a discount brothel... and my current self would probably agree with her, wouldn’t I?" With just her own energy and her long and sharp finger nails, Pooja had herself cleaned up in no time, not that she felt any better about it.

Turning to the side, she rubbed a hand against her rear end, poking, prodding and pinching it before giving it a little slap. The obvious jiggle just made her sigh more.

"Even this thing got fatter. How exactly would any man find so much fat desirable?" Pooja said as she turned away from the mirror, her eyes ending up on Laz’s resting and naked self.

"Men would have given up their lives to see the body before you right now and yet you sleep right through it? And yet I can’t even blame you since it disgusts me too. For one as young and healthy as you and with such... surprising assets, I doubt there is a women in this world or any other that wouldn’t line up to just be considered by you," Pooja said, leaning in close to move some of the stray hair out of his face.

"Thank you though, young one. You’ve given our people hope again, even when I’d given up. Guess I should let you rest now and check in with our people’s new gods... what? Ooof....." Pooja said as she felt hands around her waist which dragged her down even while she was trying to get up to leave.

"Boy...?" Pooja said, looking at Laz’s closed eyes and seeing his even breathing.

"Ah. He’s sleeping...oh... now... hey..." Laz dragged Pooja closer and buried his face in her breasts. She hadn’t dressed herself yet so Laz’s skin was rubbing right against hers in a more intimate way than she had experienced in a long time.

"Boy. You might be sleeping, but you are playing a very dangerous game right now," Pooja said as she felt Laz’s cheeks rubbing up against her slightly hardening left nipple.

"A... very... dangerous... game... Alright boy. I need to get up... what’s with this iron like grip? He’s only a lower realm god but I can’t even break his grip? What kind of strength is this?" Pooja said as she was trying to get herself out of his hold on her waist.

For all her struggles though, it just seemed to make something in Laz click as he suddenly turned over, bringing a surprised Pooja with him. While she had escaped from his face buried in her breasts, he had pulled her into a spooning position which meant her back and ass were rubbing right up against him while his hands were still locked around her waist.

"Now that’s really not good boy. Do you hear me?" Pooja asked, her voice a little higher than the whisper she was using before, but not nearly loud enough to wake him. For someone of his realm, he should have been able to hear her easily, but due to the constant exertion from earlier, Laz was deep within his sleep and unaware of her even being there.

Pooja tried twisting and turning a few more times to escape, but found his grip to be rock solid. The only thing that such actions did ger her was a massive snake that had been pressed firmly against her ass and down her legs was now beginning to awaken, even while it’s owner slept.

’NO NO NO!!!!’ Pooja screamed in her head and seriously thought about waking him up by yelling at him.

Or so she wanted to, until his massive beast hit a fully erected state and had invaded her thigh gap, meaning his meat stick was rubbing right against her love tunnel. She tried to remain still, but even her slight breathe was enough to shake her lower half ever so slightly, causing a rubbing sensation to occur.

Before long, she could no longer hear the voice in her head telling her not to do this as she moved her hips forward and back, the long forgotten feelings of intimacy rushing back with the same intensity as the tidal wave that was forming between her legs.

Just as she was about to give in to her desires, she heard an alarm go off somewhere in the distance.

*Join me in the planning room. The first wave is on the horizon,* came Hera’s voice into her head.

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