Chapter 266 The Defeat of the Tauren
Smoke and dust are everywhere, and the ground is ringing.
Hera broke through moral taboos and abandoned self-restraint. With unprecedented toughness, she launched a brutal and domineering demand for the prey under her claws.
pain! It's a sharp pain!
Like bones being crushed inch by inch, and flesh and blood being torn apart layer by layer.
As the victim, Lorne bared his teeth and wanted to complain about this atrocity, but his fallen head blocked the words that came to his throat.
Sweet, with a strong aroma after fermentation of the fruit, it feels like opening a jar of [Fairy Mead] that has been sealed for a long time.
Hera's eyes narrowed, and her original crazy expression became even more intoxicated.
In just a few moments, the victim felt dazed, a salty smell of blood filled his lips and teeth, and a burning stinging sensation came from his mouth as if it was about to burn.
At the same time, his two arms creaked, as if someone might tear them off from his torso at any time.
In addition, there was an overwhelming whine coming from various parts of the body, and the bones crackled.
For a moment, Lorne felt like an innocent little lamb that was passing by and was brutally knocked to the ground by a heavy truck, and then was crushed repeatedly.
No, he has to resist. If he continues like this, he may not even have any bones left after the enemy is defeated.
Lorne tried his best to wake up some sense of consciousness amidst the impact of the violent wind and rain. Then he saw the opportunity and broke free from the suppression for a short time. He held his head high and fought back with all his strength.
Waves of heat poured into his limbs and bones, and the face of the **** in charge of wine and joy was red, nourished and irrigated by another drink that was no less than wine.
It is mixed with the fragrance of lilies and the sweetness of the memory of a certain food as a baby.
And this sudden sting finally awakened Hera's somewhat crazy mind.
But in the face of this resistance full of blasphemy, Hera seemed to see a little milk cat flashing its claws at her. She pursed her lips and smiled indifferently, opened her flawless white arms, and pulled the naughty little cat away. The milk cat is held in his arms.
You want this, right? That's it for you.
Moreover, I gave you far more than you asked for.
Lorne was overwhelmed by the sudden feeling of suffocation, and moved his limbs feebly, as if he was drowning.
More gifts born from divinity and motherhood lead him into the abyss of confusion and intoxication.
Early in the morning, the birds in the forest were chirping.
Lorne dragged his body covered in bruises and got up from the ground. Like a zombie that had been drained of water, he slumped against the city wall and looked up at the sky at a classic 45-degree angle. He was speechless and choked in his heart.
Seven days! That crazy woman tormented him for seven days and seven nights!
He also said that when Zeus seduced Alcmene, he spent three days and three nights in bed, and he could do more than less.
But can it be the same?
Zeus's request for love was normal. He probably considered Alcmene's tolerance and deliberately withheld his divine power.
It would be better for you to just use all your firepower. Not only do you not think of yourself as a human being, but you also don't treat me as a human being! Look for M from the whole S!
If I hadn't been lucky and given myself a mouthful of automatic milk from time to time, I might have passed the first seven days.
Lorne cursed secretly, while unconsciously rolling his tongue, searching for a trace of sweetness from the corner of his lips into his belly.
Suddenly, a wave of heat rushed to his limbs, and the pain in his body was slightly reduced.
Well, what he said about "a mouthful of milk" is not a description, but a real behavior.
Perhaps because he blocked the gun for Hercules, he got the same treatment as the Hercules in the legend by some strange combination of circumstances.
—That is, suckled and fed by Hera.
I don't know if it's some kind of bad taste, but the queen really likes to use this to show her maternal nature that she has nowhere to express.
With this continuous breastfeeding behavior, Lorne was able to survive this nightmare-like seven days and seven nights.
After all, at an age like a wolf and a tiger, she found a husband who loved to flirt with women, but because of self-restraint, she had never exceeded the standards of marriage for thousands of years. The anger this diva has accumulated can only be realized if you think about it with your buttocks.
Thousands of years of savings have been collected by Luo En, and it is really rare that they have not been tossed to pieces.
“Wake up? It's pretty quick.”
A soft hum mixed with a slight smile came from the forest. Hera, who had just finished cleaning and changed her clothes, walked slowly from the shade of the tree. Her eyes were full of water, as bright as stars, and her face was as charming as a drop of water. Like a lily that blooms after being irrigated and nourished.
Looking at the scene in front of me, the "mummy" beside the city wall, I couldn't help but shudder.
He didn't think so before, but now he found that the sentence still made sense.
There are no spoiled fields, only exhausted oxen.
Facing the Greek queen with all the indicators off the charts, not to mention the bull, even the minotaur was on her knees.
"What? Are you afraid of me?" Hera raised her eyebrows, half-smiling.
"Isn't it right to be afraid? You are the Queen of Olympus." Lorne complimented, then raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and asked with a wry smile, "Now that you are angry, let the pair go privately." Can we write off the matter of mother and son? "
Hearing this, Hera's face darkened, and she looked at Lorne in front of her unkindly.
“You think I did something wrong?”
"how come!"
Lorne quickly waved his hands and sternly justified Hera's behavior.
“Marriage should be mutually loyal and binding on each other. Since he can flirt with others outside, there is no reason for you to be a prisoner.”
“Then why are you so anxious to break up with me?”
Hera snorted coldly and looked at the figure opposite. “Could it be that I have wronged you?”
Facing these two consecutive propositions, Lorne was sweating slightly on the back of his neck, and he cautiously dealt with each move.
"How could it be! You have always been a kind and benevolent goddess in my mind. This time you can forgive the sins of the mother and son and my transgression, which proves that your essence has never changed!"
“And because of this, I don't want to become a stain on you and cause you to get into trouble and criticism because of myself!”
“After all, a momentary impulse should not be a shackles to your pursuit of happiness in the future...”
Hearing that the other party defended herself in this way, the displeasure in Hera's heart immediately disappeared, and turned into an indescribable touch. She stared at the handsome and considerate young man in front of her with her soft-colored bright eyes, and spoke softly. .
“You have reminded me that there are some things that just don't count once or twice.”
Lorne's body stiffened and his throat felt a little dry.
Performed so well that it seemed a bit self-defeating.
Fortunately, the queen didn't mean to fill him up twice. She just raised the corners of her lips and hummed softly.
“Well, from now on, you will be my god.”
Since he can bring his illegitimate son and mistress to Olympus, why can't he?
What's more, he has betrayed his marriage more than once. If he follows the principle of fair reciprocity, he may have to imitate and catch up many more times.
It's just that I'm not that cold-blooded bastard. Even if I want to take revenge, I have to at least find a pleasing target.
The one in front of me seems to be pretty good.
Just as Hera was secretly calculating, Lorne raised his hand cautiously.
"Well, actually I forgot to tell you something. My real name is Lorne. I am Lord Hestia's god, in charge of wine and fun."
"It's you!"
Hearing this unexpected answer, Hera couldn't help but be stunned.
She has heard the name of Lorne, the **** of wine.
During the great trial against Poseidon, the newly appointed servant **** was responsible for attending the theocratic meetings on behalf of Hestia and handling some affairs of the Hestia temple. Because of his excellent work ability and communication level, O. The gods of Lympus had a good impression and reputation of him.
It's just that during that time, Zeus was busy cheating on her and she was busy catching him, so she almost never returned to Olympus, so she never officially met the legendary **** of wine.
Unexpectedly, she and the God of Wine would interact in such an unexpected way due to a strange combination of circumstances.
“Lady Hestia treats me well...”
Lorne skillfully pulled out his number one shield and sincerely declined Hera's solicitation.
“So, thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid I can't serve in your presence.”
“Not necessarily!”
However, Hera raised her head and spoke confidently.
“My eldest sister never cares about the gain or loss of divine power. The worst I can do is trade her two slave gods for her, and she will agree!”
Hearing that the Queen showed no intention of retreating despite the difficulties, Lorne suddenly felt a stomach ache.
Uncle, it seems that you have lost your temper.
“Sister, where is she now?”
“Athens…”
“Well, take me to see her!”
Hera immediately decided on the next itinerary, her face filled with eagerness to try.
Looking at the reflected mirror image through the water condensed in the palm of her hand, the queen, who was getting dressed before leaving, couldn't help but touch her slightly hot cheeks, and a pleasant smile appeared on the corners of her lips.
It seemed that she had not looked forward to something happening so much for a long time.
However, Lorne's mood at this moment was completely different.
Take Hera to Athens?
Not to mention whether Hestia would be so angry that she would hang him up and whip him after learning that he had brought Hera here to poach him.
Themis, the goddess of justice, and Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, are still on the Ares Mountain.
Who knows what kind of chemical reaction there will be when the current Zeus and his predecessors meet.
If he really did this, he didn't know how much he would become in the end.
“Aren't you leaving yet?”
Hearing Hera's somewhat displeased urging, Lorne had no choice but to summon his bronze chariot in front of his scalp.
Anyway, the distance is still long, and Thebes is in conflict with me again, so I'll think about it slowly on the way.
Lorne comforted himself as he picked up the queen and headed towards Athens.
(End of this chapter)
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