Celia: After Dying in the Apocalypse, I Live Once Again!

Chapter 188: The Unneeded Humiliation...

Silence filled the throne room for nearly thirty minutes, Celia still unsure of what to do, and Pelia kneeling through her own anxiety. This scene had started to become something out of a… more adult story; a decently sexy one.

Pelia had become a bit sweaty, making her body slick and shiny; the woman’s breathing was a bit off, as well. This is actually quite… unique, as Higher Beings, Immortals in general, don’t sweat; like, at all. Thankfully, though Pelia was certainly a bit aroused by this situation, her sweat didn’t have a smell to it. And, truthfully, it more of looked like the woman was oiled up, or something along those lines; adding to the lewdness.

Pelia: “P-please, Mistress Celia… You can have all of me, anything and everything that I own; they’re all yours to claim! I swear upon my very Soul, this lowly… b-bitch is more useful to you alive than dead!…” She pleaded once more, giving it her all.

Celia: “…”

Pelia: “Please, please, please; I’ll be yours to use for whatever you wish. Anything you ask of me, anything, I will do with a smile on my face. Mistress Celia, trust me on this, it is a fact of…” Her words cut off, as she finally looked up at my wife; who was giving a… horrid expression to Pelia, as Celia looked down at her.

Celia’s face was… an emotion and expression of pure disgust, horror, remorse, various negative things, all pilled into one vivid show. My wife wasn’t opposed to… doing this kind of play in bed with her wives that have such desires, mind you. She is a switch, and willing to indulge in most of our desires and fetishes.

However, this was different; Pelia wasn’t trying to indulge in Celia’s fetishes, she is simply doing her best to survive. The desperation, the sight of your enemy kneeling down, and pleading for forgiveness, or, at least, mercy… is something that Higher Beings like to see. Celia isn’t like us. No; rather, this scene… caused my wife, for the first time in her existence, to ever fully dislike her power and position.

An Hour Later.

Pelia: “I apologize for making you so uncomfortable, Celia. Honestly, I… should have taken your age into account.” She expressed with a greatly remorseful tone, bowing for a few seconds.

Celia: “…It’s fine, Pelia.” She replied with a forced smile.

Vulely: “Pelia, it’d be wise to not treat Celia as a Higher Being; she has… quite stern morals.” I added with a gently lecturing tone.

With her now cleaned and dressed, the mood of this encounter shifted drastically, as Pelia tried to get past her previous humiliation, and talk to my wife calmly. I was forced to be at my wife’s side; that scene affecting her harder than I thought it would.

Fuck you; I know that I messed up again. I’ll make it up to Celia. Ah, seeing her nearly throw up from the weight of how much evil could be down with her power, Celia’s rare, suicidal tendencies creeping up… was so horrible. Guanyu will need to punish for this later…