Special Chapter 3: F*cking the Forgiveness Out of Momoiro (18+)

1 week after the end of the time loop, Momoiro Dodomeki, a once close friend of Sophia Demiurge, is tasked to deliver gifts to congratulate and thank the empress of Kamatayan for her amazing feat of deceiving time.

In her hand is a gift pillow that has golden embroideries and has a newly invented set of clothing on top courtesy of her mother, Urduja herself, and in the empress' description that Momoiro memorized, the set consists of a turtle neck, long sleeved shirt made out of cotton, high waist trousers, suspenders and a frock coat, apparently, this can be used in formal gathering of people that have middle to noble class standings and because her mother and Sophia is apparently from the same world, Urduja is quite sure that Sophia will come to like it.

Looking at the gradually thinning line, Momoiro tried to divert her attention to what she have memorized, yet unconsciously, her eyes that's already down to three due to the strengths and spoils she have acquired during the war against time diverts their attention to the tall woman sitting in the majestic throne of the highest authority of the undead race. Sophia Demiurge, this friend of Momoiro that the young Dodomeki have estranged unconsciously due to her having done no child should even consider, coaxe their mother to die and even now, even though Momoiro knows that every Myra in all of the time loops are supposed to die and Sophia inorganically needed to follow the arrangement of the time loop for her plan, Momoiro still thinks that this action is just unfair for a woman like Myra who's doing her best to change her life.

Momoiro continued looking at the woman at the throne, her chin leaning on her knuckle and the elbow of that knuckle is leaning at the armrest, bored, and as she made perfunctory remarks of gratitude, Momoiro grew disgruntled for Sophia, the woman who's the cause of her agony and the subject of her morbid curiosity didn't even took a glance at her while her eyes seem to be unconsciously magnetized towards her.

_How is she doing that? Is she really unaffected? Does she think she's always right?_

Momoiro's supposed ever stoic face squinted a little, not paying attention to what was happening in her surroundings, causing her to flinch when a resounding voice echoed on top of her head.

"Speak up, Lady, you're the last one."

Momoiro looked at Sophia, the new goddess of creation, deceiver of time, and master of space, her face paling little by little as she saw how Sophia looked at her, cold, emotionless, and her eyes seemed to scan Momoiro's very soul. For some reason, Momoiro knew that Sophia had something stored for her, causing her to tremble unconsciously as fear gripped her heart slowly, yet in that fear was a baffling question that came from a deeper desire to know what the goddess of creation's idea of revenge is.

_I wonder what she will do to me..._

Momoiro is curious, so curious about this question: will she die? Will she be imprisoned? If she's imprisoned, what will Sophia use to make her cry in agony?

Momoiro wanted to know, she really does.

Gulping as she suppressed her thoughts, the dodomeki finally spoke up after kneeling.

"Lady... uhm... Goddess Sophia, this set of fashionwear is a gift from my mother; she said that you would certainly like it."

Momoiro's facial eyes remained staring at the obsidian-colored floor, and as she did so, she suppressed her urge to open up some of her eyes to see the reaction of the queen on top of her, who sighed and as Sophia did, Momoiro felt that the pillow in her hands have suddenly become lighter.

"I see, I would really love trying this out, these kinds are only seen in Loki's palace."

Momoiro looked unconsciously up, looking confused, now realizing that the lady on top of her was already holding the set of clothing on top of the gift pillow.

"Oh..."

Momoiro saw that Sophia already had the fashion wear, though she seemed not seem very keen to wear it.

_She's... really a goddess now..._

Momoiro thought as she slowly stood up, in her mind was the idea of leaving, yet deep within her psyche was the anticipation of what Sophia would have to say, something that she didn't even know if it would surely come.

"Momoiro... why... have you grown so distant?"

Sophia suddenly spoke, flicking the fashion set in her hand, causing it to disappear and appear somewhere Momoiro didn't know, alongside this question, Sophia stood up and slowly descended the podium of her throne, her eyes full of sorrow as if confused on why is her friend looks so far away from her.

"You know why, Sophia..."

Momoiro's back turned sweaty, she took a step back unconsciously, yet the sorrowful expression of her estranged friend and her slowly descending figure didn't allow her to continue her retreat.

"Is it because of my mother?'

Finally, Sophia's imposing self arrived in front of Momoiro, causing the curious yet fearful woman to stiffen, for Sophia have started to raise her hands, Momoiro, even with her stone cold face is frightened and she unconsciously closed her eyes, maybe for a slap, maybe for a punch, yet what greeted this dodomeki is a soft touch of a palm that ever so tenderly held her cheeks. Momoiro's closed eyes slowly opened, and in her eyes, reflected someone different.

It was a man with tanned skin, his whole body is covered by the large gown Sophia is wearing, but because he's a bit smaller than Sophia, the gown appeared baggy, his white hair covered a little bit of his eyes.

"W... who... are you?"

Momoiro said in instinct, yet deep down, she knew who this man was; it was Sophia. Momoiro doesn't have proof, but she knew it was Sophia, and alas, this fact was also known to the man.

"I'm Solomon... the male persona of the goddess of creation... how can I ask for your forgiveness?"

Sophia... Solomon put his other palm to the remaining cheek of the dodomeki as he asked Momoiro, who still continued to look up, she was speechless.

Yes.

How does Momoiro want Sophia to ask for forgiveness? Momoiro always thought of this: what kind of gesture does she want from the indirect murderer of her other mother figure?

This, Momoiro herself can't answer, and as if to give her courage, Solomon tightened his soft grasp of the cheeks of Momoiro.

"I will give you 5 seconds, if you don't answer me... I will do it my way..."

Solomon said before, slowly leaning in towards Momoiro's lips.

Momoiro's eyes again widened, and one more time, the burning curiosity in her mind and heart razed and stormed her very soul harder; she had to answer fast, yet she also couldn't help but feel like receiving the kiss was not so bad. The 5 seconds tick by, yet Momoiro wasn't able to give an answer, causing the lips of the two estranged friends to collide. Momoiro went out of her stupor, she grabbed the hands that are firmly holding her cheeks while resisting the slowly invading tongue of the male form of Sophia, yet to her surprise, the hands won't budge no matter what she do and her hands that are once pulling them away instead started to use the arms as a grip to support her silent, yet increasing enjoyment of Solomon's sudden invasion.

"Huff... huff..."

Solomon broke out the kiss, making him see the dazed eyes of Momoiro, who is seemingly just waiting for what's to come next. Solomon slowly used the cheeks of Momoiro to pull her closer, causing her medium-breasts to push right below his chest.

"You didn't give an answer... then, as agreed on, I shall do it my way."

Solomon muttered before again leaning in, Momoiro was just allowed to attempt recoiling her face before her lips was once again taken from her possession, however, this time, her hands clutched the gown of Solomon and subconsciously pulled it down, Solomon continued his invasion without complaints on such a gesture, he slowly loosened his grip of the dodomeki's cheeks and allowed his friend to subconsciously press her body harder against his while her virgin tongue tried to revolt against its inevitable defilement, Solomon slowly retreated to the throne, not using anything but his spatial awareness, and as he did so, Solomon slowly undressed his fully ensnared friend, removing the sash and everything that might hinder his act of asking for forgiveness. The moment Solomon and Momoiro sat on the throne, Momoiro was just in her panties, her bra was cast aside, while her wet undergarment had stayed as if to tease Solomon of what was to come.

At the same time, Solomon's imposing cock erected to attention, standing and distracting Momoiro of her continued defeat in the battle inside her lips, yet Solomon just grabbed her other hand and then make it coil around the veiny dick and as if animated by a mind of its own, the hand of Momoiro who felt the warmth and girth of the mighty lance started to stroke it, albeit unskillfully, yet Solomon didn't mind and after he guided Momoiro on what she was supposed to do, he used his atomic control to make his middle finger vibrate, and breaking off the kiss once again, he rubbed the twat of Momoiro through the already soaked panties.

"Ahhh!? Ah! Ah!"

Momoiro's back arch as she released shameful sounds due to the taming of her lower lips, and unconsciously, she started to hump towards the middle finger of her abuser, yet with patience, Solomon carefully circled around the sides and clit of Momoiro's vagina while also starting to kiss and suckle on her breasts, the soft fingering didn't slowed down nor intensified, yet the mind-boggling new feeling around the twat of Momoiro made her supposed resilient mind unable to focus, she stopped her pumping of the enormous dick of Solomon and continued humping until she collapsed in her life's first ever orgasm.

Fluid overflowed from the twitching snatch of Momoiro towards her panties, so Solomon finally decided to put away. Momoiro's back is leaning dangerously towards the armrest weakly, whilst the other arm of Solomon firmly grasped her waist, letting Momoiro arch herself freely to savor the newly felt pleasure. Solomon looked at this friend of his only but for a moment before standing up, carrying Momoiro like a princess and then lying her down to the seat of the throne that's been defiled by the raging cum of Momoiro, and will be further defiled later on.

Solomon then knelt while spreading the legs of Momoiro, who wasn't able to think coherently for a while already. Solomon admired the writhing and shaking body of the dodomeki before smirking as he flicked his tongue all over his lips.

"It seems like I have to wake you up, how would you feel the full warmth of my sincere apology if I don't, right?'

Solomon said before licking the entrance of Momoiro's pink and twitching twat, again using her atomic control to make his tongue vibrate, and so that he can properly wake up her friend, he made it a tad bit more intense than the finger, after this first taste and a second of admiration of the thunderous moan and body-wide jolt by Momoiro, Solomon gobbled the vagina of his closed friend.

"Ahhh!? Why is it vibratiiingaaangg!"

Momoiro's remaining shame and reservedness was instantly erased, shouting such a question before again starting to moan, her pleasurable sounds grew louder and louder as she arrived from orgasm to another in quick succession, her tongue started to lull out while her eyes have long since rolled out due to the continues barrage of mind boggling pleasure that came from the divine tongue of Solomon vibrating while reaching every erogenous zone inside her. Even though Solomon just gave her pussy a taste for a minute, the moment he was done, Momoiro's self awareness is no more.

The dodomeki, known for her composure, is now gripping the armrests of the oversized throne while her face is contorted in utter defeat. Who would have thought that one tongue could vanquish both of her lips so easily?

Solomon stood up, looking at this sight, and said.

"Oh my~ it seems like I failed to wake you up, I guess I have to use my last resort."

At this moment, Momoiro was finally able to understand what Solomon intended to do.

Solomon doesn't want to ask for forgiveness, he will fuck the forgiveness out of her!

And such is what Solomon did, he grabbed the legs of Momoiro, making them and her stomach touch each other and, without regards to her virginity or what not, inserted her dick fully to her gaping snatch, Momoiro who's been defenseless due to the mind-boggling cunnilingus expected pain, however, all she felt is another jolt of pleasure.

"Ahh!? Ah! Ah!"

Momoiro finally woke up, confused, yet this small semblance of consciousness didn't last for long as she once again moaned in delight, Solomon started to slowly rock his hips, however soon, this slow and methodical pumps became faster and faster until it become a full pledge hammering, and to say that Momoiro is helpless in this blissful ordeal would be an understatement, the only thing she can do is to orgasm, one after another in quick succession and receive the liters of cum that Solomon will release while gripping the arm rest harder and harder. Their position didn't change, seemingly so that Solomon will be able to enjoy the moaning and vanquished face of Momoiro better.

The dodomeki didn't resist and alongside the speed of Solomon's hammering, her moans also grew sharper much to the enjoyment of Momoiro's abuser, causing him to go faster and faster while pouring his sperm to the womb of Momoiro, yet even then Solomon refused to change positions and continued plunging his dick against the poor pussy of his friend that's laid bare for him to take due to her legs being restrained by him.

Across unknown hours, Solomon pounded Momoiro while enjoying the face even Urduja herself failed to see while the dodomeki receive and took in his cock with full delight.

Momoiro nor Solomon didn't know when they stopped, yet in the end, Momoiro found herself licking the cum remaining in her conqueror's meat lance with pervent care yet unskillful tongue.

"Do you forgive me now?"

Solomon asked, yet Momoiro is reluctant to stop, as if afraid to spill out the spunk still oozing out all over Solomon's shaft.

"Hyeshh... Hyesh... Master... Solomon..."