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A Waning Silence	By : JLDavenport Category: -Misc Anime > General Views: 4362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Is It Wrong To Make Love To My Goddess?
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Author’s Note: And we’re back again! A little faster than expected, I wasn’t intending to dive directly into this story as soon as I put the previous ones up (especially not with XBC3 on the horizon), but my creative juices were flowing and I had such a positive reception, I thought I could bang out another chapter and here we are.
I did note that (sadly for me, who likes her!) there’s a few people that commented about not liking Hestia. That’s a shame! Or at least it is for me, who likes her, but given she’ll be part of a harem here and not going to be overly jealous as a result, I hope you’ll be okay with her regardless. Either way, there’ll be two specific sex scenes with two different girls over the next two chapters, as well as some raunchy scenes with others, so even if you’re not keen on Hestia, hopefully you’ll still find something you do like. Unfortunately for her though, neither of those two girls are Lilli, at least, not just yet.
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Through all the aeons Hestia had lived in Heaven, she’d forever led a secluded existence.
She had close friends, allies and companions. But while the other Gods paraded around on adventures, causing mishaps, disasters or busied themselves with feuds and strife, Hestia remained atop her sacred domain, tending to the hearth fire and protecting the mortals that lived out below. Her was the domain of the people and the families, and it was in looking after them that her life was given meaning. She gave radiant blessings to the cities that led their people to prosperity, she lent strength to the lost and wary, and the kept the wayward children warm, just a little longer. Hestia smile was ever for those in need and those that provided.
The lives of the Gods played out in the distance, often far away and rarely of any interest. The tricks and traps of the troublemakers frustrated her. The insults and jeers of the belligerent drew out her own childlike anger. The proposals from the men seeking to add her name to their lists of conquests were only ever used as kindling. She formed a friendship with Hephaestus, another outcast mocked relentlessly throughout the heavens for her disfigured appearance. She gained companionship with Athena and Artemis, two others who spurned the God’s platitudes of love claimed and lust desired, turning their eyes only ever towards the world and children below. She screamed at Loki, who took great pleasure in trying to douse her sacred fire and barraged against the Evil Gods who destroyed the harmony of the cities Hestia favoured.
But largely, she simply kept to herself, happy with her own existence.
Love, for Hestia, was familial, maternal and tender. The love she cared for was the love she gifted towards her friends and the love she bestowed upon the mortals.
Hephaestus, when drunk, talked sometimes of her own desire to love and be loved. She talked about wanting to be understood, cherished and beloved. A love different from the way Hestia knew it, or the way she’d found within her forge, but in the way that Aphrodite lauded, that Ishtar flaunted, or that Freya cloaked herself in.
It made for a nice story, and she had always loved stories. But Gods were fickle and feckless, capricious and self-interested, excitement and novelty were ever the most common currencies throughout the infinite heavens. To Hestia, love among the Gods was the moment she found out that both Apollo and Poseidon’s grandiose offers of marriage had been naught but a competition between them to see which would be the one to claim the, so called, shut-in Goddess’s virginity. It was the moment when she stood there humiliated, surrounded only by the laughter and interest of the other Gods, seeing it as nothing but a hilarious scheme unveiled. Love was offering to take on Zeus’s duties for a decade in return for the thunder and lightning he crashed down upon them in reply.
Mortal love was no different. It played out below her, it warmed her to see it, her blessings and gifts were ever bestowed upon lovers and family. But their love was distant, it was even further away than the Gods and played out like a story. She invested herself in it, she cared deeply for the actors, and when it was over, she let it pass by and moved on. Her name was cherished by her devout, her symbols were raised over the family hearths and offerings were made in her name- that was enough, she was content.
A God’s love was shallow. A mortal’s love was sincere but distant. Hestia desired neither, she yearned for neither.
Unlike the children below, deities were eternal, unchanging and static.
That was how she was. That was how she had always been. That was how she always would be.
…
And then, barely six months after arriving in the mortal world, Hestia’s entire existence was flipped on its head!
In the Heavens, the Goddess of the Hearth had never known romantic love. Now, she felt like she could understand Aphrodite; anytime she looked back on her meeting with Bell she was sure she’d been smitten instantly, and she knew she’d only fallen deeper in love with him day by day since.
No man had ever laid hands upon the her. Now, she felt like she could sympathise with some of Ishtar’s comments; Being kicked out of her own bed and relegated to the couch with Bell instead, her first night had been shy and awkward for both of them, each being careful to make space for the other, but with every passing evening they’d grown more comfortable and she’d quickly begun looking forward to sleeping wrapped up around him.
The only yearning she’d ever known was the hope and affection she felt towards those under her domain. Now, she couldn’t deny a mote of kindship with Freya’s search for her Odr; Bell dominated her thoughts as much as her dreams, She wanted him to be safe, wanted him to return to her, wanted him to find the success he sought, wanted him to be happy, wanted him to always be with her, the list never seemed to end, her heart seemed filled to the brim with him.
The purity of his soul and the kind sincerity that resonated through it had been what drew her to him, seeing him crouched lost and alone in an alleyway, she could never have not reached out to him. And now it felt like just a few weeks in the mortal realm had upended all the expectations and all the experience she’d ever held as a deity. Without any experience and without any comparisons, she was so far out of her depth she couldn’t even see the shore anymore, but it no longer mattered to her, this simple life was the happiest and most fulfilled she’d felt since she could remember.
In all her countless millennia of existence, Hestia had never kissed anyone.
In the last hour she’d been kissed so deeply and so thoroughly, she felt like she was melting!
“Mm-hnmm! B-Bell!”
Hestia pulled back, gasping raggedly for breath. Her face was flushed bright red and her head was foggy with delight. It wasn’t fair that he was so good at this! She was his Goddess, she should be taking the lead! But as the young white-haired boy’s arms pulled tighter around her, and as his mouth came towards hers once more… there was nothing in the universe she wanted more than to simply lean in, to open her lips against his and fall into his embrace once again.
She hadn’t intended for any of this!
She’d never thought Bell would be this manly!
After seeing his pain and fear, she’d simply wanted to take him away somewhere out of public, somewhere familiar he would feel safe in. She’d wanted to ease his doubts, to do what she could to heal the wounds she’d known he still carried from his grandfather’s death. While she had finally screwed up the courage to confess her love for him, she hadn’t expected him to accept it, the most she’d hoped for was that she could convince him not to run away from it!
But then he’d kissed her!
Then he’d slid his arms around her, and pulled her against him!
And then her world had exploded in delight!
Like everything between them, it had started so simply, no more than an almost chaste peck on the lips. But her hands had clung to his shirt, and she’d pulled him close and the kiss had been repeated. Again, and again, softly… slowly… passionately… faster… deeper… His arms slid hesitantly around her waist, and her grip on his shirt tightened. And as her lips opened against his own, and her soft moans began filling the empty bookstore each time they drew away for breath, the distance between them decreased and the emotions they shared burned hotter and heavier.
And so, before either of them had even known it, the last half-hour had passed them by in a love-drunk haze!
Without any experience, they were each acting entirely on instinct, finding their way around each other’s bodies. They bumped teeth together, they positioned around one another awkwardly, and only hesitantly led their tongues into a dance together. But somehow, the clumsiness and the sincerity of it only made everything more intense, the act of learning together lit the fire between them even hotter.
For Bell, this was something he’d never even dared dream of. He’d never been able to ignore how beautiful his Goddess was, how massive her breasts were, the way her ass caught his eyes as she bounced around the room, or just how wonderful she felt when she was pressed against him, but he’d always tried to quash any sexual thoughts about her almost as soon as they’d arisen. Feeling her now pressed up against him, feeling the pillowy-soft pressure of her chest pushing into his own, feeling her lips went and hot against his and her breath tickling across his skin… his body pulsed hot with lust and desire beyond anything he’d ever felt, and it was all he could do simply to keep from drowning in it!
For Hestia this was the culmination of every dirty dream and lascivious fantasy she’d indulged in ever since she’d started living with him. She’d never expected this when she’d brought him here, she hadn’t even been hoping for it, she’d only wanted to support Bell through his pain. But these days just the comfort of having his body pressed against hers was enough to drive her to excitement, and now, to feel the love she’d discovered returned was more than she could take! It was as if the sacred fire she’d tended for so long was now burning within her core!
“B-Bell! Bell! Bell!” and now, far from a smouldering fire, it was blazing hotter by the second, “M-More, I want… I want you to touch me more!”
It was everything she’d dreamed of, but soon even that wasn’t enough. Her body was aching with a need she didn’t even fully understand and she could do nothing but push herself even firmer against him and plead for more!
His hands moved from around her waist up along her back, over her sides, across her bare shoulders, his fingers traced carefully along her neck and caressed her face. With his every touch her body shivered, her breath racing faster as his fingertips brushed across her bare skin and her yearning growing hotter as his palms gently cupped her face. It was wonderful. It was incredible. Hestia broke their kiss with a trembling moan. It wasn’t enough!
Despite how much he’d shocked her by with how manly he’d been tonight, despite how easily he’d made her melt into him as he’d pulled her into his embrace and despite how much he wanted to, Bell was still far too much of a gentleman to do any more than that. She understood, he cherished her too much, and respected her too deeply to do anything that might disgrace her.
So, Hestia did it for him.
Reaching up, she took hold of his hands and pulled them down, directly onto her breasts! “Hn- Ooh!” Her body shuddered instantly, and her vision flashed white!
“Goddess?”
She couldn’t possibly speak right now. It felt like a jolt of thunder had just crashed through her, spreading from her core all the way to the tips of her fingers! Her breath caught in her throat and her body locked momentarily place as blissful tremors like nothing she’d ever experienced ran through her. What was that!? She didn’t know. But she wanted more, she needed more! Hestia’s long hair -untied and loose down her back- whipped back and forth as she tossed her head, trying to get some measure of control over herself. But the flame burning within her was sparking white-hot and her voice only rang out in a delighted moan as she slid herself forwards once again, pressing even firmer into where she was holding Bell’s hands against her.
Gulping heavily, Bell took the hint. He’d already thrown both courage and caution to the wind, all that was left for him was to ease up his self-restraint just slightly. Gently, carefully he kneaded his hands across the massive mounds overflowing from each of his palms. His Goddess shivered and shuddered with his every movement, encouraging him further as he sunk his fingers deeper into the incredible, soft orbs. His lips met with hers once more as Hestia all but threw herself towards him and he opened his mouth automatically against hers, accepting the full weight of the Goddess’s tiny, lithe body as his hands rolled atop her breasts- kneading them just a little harder, pushing his palms in just a little firmer, sinking his fingertips just a little deeper. His every action was answer with her moaning into their kiss, and as her body trembled over and over against his caresses, Bell slowly increased his tempo, until soon he was bouncing each of her massive breasts in his hands, marvelling at just how pillowy-soft and how easily they overflowed even his fully spread fingers, even as he caressed them ever more confidently and ever more intensely.
By now, there was no denying what Hestia wanted, not with the way her moans practically begged it of him or with the way she ground herself against him, pressing her hips against his own and her breasts into his hands.
This time, with only a moment’s hesitation, it was Bell that took the lead once again. With the dress she’d brought for their date hanging loose over her shoulders, it was a matter of simple effort to carefully pull her arms to her sides and ease the fabric down further…
“O-Oh!”
…Hestia’s eyes shot wide at the unexpected, but very welcome boldness from the one she loved. Even as flushed and heady as her expression already was, still her face burned a deeper red. She’d never once displayed herself before someone before. But, of course, she’d always wanted to show herself to Bell, and with the sacred flame still burning with need within her core, she wanted nothing else right now.
Shimmying slightly in place, to help the young adventurer as he carefully pulled the light fabric down, finally and fully unveiling her massive breasts, Hestia’s face took on a shy smile. Even as worked up as she was, it was still embarrassing to be seen like this.
Heaving a breath he didn’t even realise he’d been holding, Bell didn’t even notice the dress falling down loose around her waist as he sat, captivated by the sight before him. Until now, naked women had only been a feature of his Grandfather’s stories, and of his own fleeting dreams or fantasies. His Goddess’s breasts were just as perfect as everything else about her, and before he’d even realised his body had moved, his hands were caressing them once more.
Hestia’s voice cried out in blissful response, taking off-guard by the sudden feeling of Bell’s bare fingers rolling over her bare skin, she fell into a haze of pleasure once more!
Somehow, that thin layer of cloth had made a difference neither of them could put into words. He’d already been able to feel her nipples pressing hard through the fabric before, but to see his Goddess’s clear arousal now before his eyes, left Bell marvelling at her beauty once more. Dragging his hands back slowly across her soft skin, he pressed his fingertips gently into each of nipples, caressing them in place, tweaking them just a fraction, rolling them back and forth in place. His movements were unpractised and undoubtably clumsy, but they were utterly sincere. For a more experienced woman, they might have felt awkward… for Hestia, it was enough to drive her out of her mind!
Moaning and crying out in unashamed, wanton delight, her hands clung desperately to his wrists -as much to steady herself as to beg him not to let go, and she gave up even attempting to continue kissing him as her head tossed from side to side, before falling back entirely as she gasped out aloud, her vision flashing white once more and the jolts of blissful lightning sparking right through to the nipples being so indulgently toyed with by Bell’s ministrations.
All of which served only to spur Bell on even further, acting on a sudden rush of inspiration -and his own desires now pulsing heavily through him- he leaned down, capturing her left nipple in his lips instead. His Goddess’s voice rang out clear and sharp, shuddering heavily again in his arms, and so he grew bolder still, swapping over to her left nipple, kissing it as fervently as he’d been kissing her just moments earlier.
“!” “!!” “!!!”
Hestia’s voice died in her throat as her head tipped back, crying out silently to the sudden rush of pleasure! It was far beyond anything she’d felt before, far more intense than she’d pictured in her daydreams, and intimate to the point she could feel her heart overflowing with love at feeling such direct adoration from her lover.
The heat within her blazed like an inferno, the tingling shocks of pleasure coursed relentlessly up her spine, and her vision flashed white! Again, and again, and again! Until her fingers fell away from Bell’s wrists, and as her strength drained fully from her body, until she fell backwards onto the spacious couch, trembling, shivering and gasping as her head spun and heart pounded!
“Hha-hhaaa… B-Bell… Bell…”
And still. Still, she wanted more! Still, she could feel the desire burning within her, furiously hot and tempestuously needy! She’d loved Bell almost as soon as she’d met him, she yearned for him almost anytime they were apart… but she’d never wanted him, or anything, as much as she wanted this right now.
“Goddess…”
Bell’s words came out in an awe-struck whisper as the Goddess of the Hearth’s trembling fingers reached down along the side of her hips, sliding underneath the dress she’d brought for their date, and as her panties -plain white and slim, thin enough he could see clearly just how soaked the fabric had become- were pulled down her slender legs, tossed unwanted to the floor beside them.
The top of Hestia’s dress was already pulled down to her waist, it took her only the barest wiggle to push the bottom up to join it. To leave herself finally, fully and completely unveiled before the man she loved. Again, she swallowed heavily, and again her face burned red with embarrassment at the act. But there wasn’t even a moment’s hesitation as she spread her legs apart, opening them wide so he could see everything. Her creamy white thighs, her bare untouched pussy, the thick flow of juices spread out and running almost down her legs.
She hadn’t planned any of this. She’d never considered they’d go this far. But with the love she felt towards Bell returned, and with the aching need still throbbing hotter than ever through her, every last vestige of Hestia’s millennias of restraint was burned to ash. There was no reason in this world or beyond, she could think of, to hold back any longer.
With hands shaking in anticipation, Bell followed her lead once again. His boots had already been left by the entrance, so a moment later found his jacket, shirt and pants all discarded on the floor beside her panties. And, just like her, Bell found his face burning red, fighting down his shyness as he showed himself off to a woman he loved, for the first time in his life.
A sharp intake of breath, and the sight of his Goddess’s eyes going even wider was the response the young adventurer got, as Hestia’s appreciative, hungry gaze ran down his body. She’d seen his back without his shirt several times now, and even chanced a few heady looks at his front before he got hit shirt back on a time or two, but this was the first time the virgin Goddess had seen any man bared naked before her…
“!”
…Then, as her eyes travelled slowly down below his waist, a second sharp intact of breath echoed the first! The Goddess of the Hearth propped herself up on the couch, her jaw falling wide open and face blazing a vibrant scarlet. For the second time this evening, she found herself stunned by just how manly her Bell could be!
As a heated shiver arched up her spine, and a dry gulp ran down her throat, Hestia drank in the sight before her. Even with the muscle he’d put on so far as an adventurer, Bell was still somewhat on the scrawny side, but there was nothing at all scrawny about the unmistakably rock-hard cock stretched out and pulsing heavily before her eyes. The first, only, cock she’d ever seen, Bell was much larger and a good deal thicker than she’d possibly imagined, and for a moment Hestia found herself wondering how something like that would even fit inside her? But even that worry was dismissed almost instantly as the burning desire she could feel down to her very soul, seared even hotter.
Bell’s own sense of restraint was in no better shape! There was no denying how badly he wanted this, after spending all this time wrapped up against her, his whole body felt like it was throbbing with more lust than he’d ever felt before in his life! He’d already made up his mind, he loved his Goddess, he cherished her more than he could put into words, he’d put his fears behind him and finally been able to accept that he wanted to be with her forever, that he would become a Hero and make her happy… There was nothing left to worry about, only reason he had left to hold back, was for her sake.
Sliding forward along the couch, he laid his hands gently around her waist, caressing the sides of her body and drawing another appreciative shiver from her as he shuffled himself -only a little awkwardly- into position. Actually, lining his shaft up properly against the wet, heat of her pussy took a bit more work than he’d expected, but after a few aborted efforts Hestia reached down and guided him into position. And so, at long last, the head of Bell’s cock was pressed directly against Hestia’s entrance. His cockhead spread her lips out wide around it as he laid himself in place just barely pushing against her; the soft heat of her pussy tickled across the sensitive areas at the head of his shaft. The sensations were enough to leave both of them speechless for a long, lingering moment, before he finally broke the tension.
“Goddess, is it okay to keep going?”
He’d meant it as a question, but with the desire now roaring through him, the words left his mouth much more like a plea.
Of course, Hestia’s own desire was just as hungry.
“Y-Yes, yes, please Bell! Nhgh, I’ll, I’ll go crazy if you stop now!”
Lacking any experience, Bell had no idea how to deflower a maiden, let alone a maiden Goddess. So, he did the only thing that made any sense to him. Forcefully restraining his own desires, holding as gently to her hips as he could, he focussed only on acting as slowly and tenderly as possible, rolling his hips forward a centimeder at a time and carefully easing her entrance open around him.
Hestia’s hands reached for his and their finger’s entwined, holding tight to one another.
And slowly, second by second, he spread the Goddess’s walls open around him, stretching her entrance wide until it was wrapped tight around the head of his cock, as his length began to sink inside.
“Ngh!”
Jolting suddenly in place, Hestia let out a cry as Bell pushed forwards, breaking through her chastity. A quick lance of pain mixed with the pleasure she’d been feeling, tears swam in the Goddess’s eyes and her face contorted in a momentary pain as a thin trail of blood trickled down from where they were joined, spreading across her thighs. But her hands gripped his even tighter, and before he could even think to stop, she yanked him down towards her, pulling him from where he’d been kneeling between her legs to lying right atop her.
Singing out his name as happily as ever, Hestia lifted her head from the couch and covered her lips with her own once again, smothering any chance he might have had for worries or hesitations.
And so, Bell pushed further forwards. The walls that had suddenly locked up vice-tight around his cockhead were slowly eased open once more. Holding tight to her hands, settling in as comfortably as he could atop her -and trying to keep his focus from the sensation of her massive breasts squished under his chest- he gave himself up to her embrace. His mouth opened against hers and he rolled his hips down, pushing his cock inside.
Centimeder after centimeder.
Until her lips fell away from his. Unable to keep their kiss any longer, any semblance of discomfort had long since faded from her expression as she tossed her head back and forth below him.
Until her warmth was wrapped around him. Her legs kicked up and locked around his waist and her hands clung almost desperately to his, but it was her pussy that squeezed him tightest of all.
Until the room was filled once more with her cries. Her blissful moans echoed out longer, harder and louder, rising in pitch as her inner walls were opened up and spread wide around him.
Until at last, with her moans delighting his ears and her whole self seeming to cling vice-tight around him, the full entirety of Bell’s length was buried inside his Goddess’s pussy.
Bell’s first thought, the first thing he understood after his thoughts stopped floating through the sky, was just how heavenly it felt inside her. It was like nothing he’d ever felt, nothing he’d even been able to imagine. From the base of his shaft, to the very tip of his cock, his Goddesses was wrapped tight around him. And, her walls didn’t only hold him tight, they squeezed and pulsed around him, they clenched and released in reaction to his movements and the way his body thrummed in response to her. Even her innermost walls had opened up easily and willingly around him, but every centimeder of her tunnel was now stretched wide around his cock and caressing it in a way that left the young man short of breath.
Hestia’s own feelings were very similar. Her head was fogged with bliss, when she’d finally felt him hilted inside her, felt the full length of his cock pushing against her womb, her world had exploded in ecstasy and even now, stars were dancing before her eyes. The head of his cock was pressed up against the entrance to her womb, leaving even her sensitive innermost walls stretched wide around him. She felt full in a way that she’d never previously been able to imagine, feeling as if every movement and twitch of his shaft reverberated throughout her entire body. Even just held in place, sheathed inside her as he was, the sensation of Bell’s full length reaching all the way to her core, and of her pussy being spread fully open around his thick shaft, was more than enough to leave her shivering in delight.
“Go-Goddess, it’s incredible!”
“Y-Yeah!”
Neither felt fully able to speak just yet, but the warm smiles they shared was more than enough to convey the rampaging delight shared between each of them.
And so, Bell took the lead once again. Dragging his hips back, as carefully as he could manage, elicited a low whine from his Goddess, one which quickly turned into another heady moan of delight when he pushed his length back inside. Gaining a measure of confidence, he repeated the action, again, and then again- slowly drawing himself a little further back and pushing his shaft in with a little more strength each time.
Panting and gasping, Hestia’s fingers clung tight to his and her legs locked even tighter around his waist. Each time his cock withdrew, her walls clung and throbbed almost hungrily around him, and each time he pushed back inside her vision would go hazy and yet another jolt of pleasure would surge from her core. The feeling of his cockhead dragging back a little further each time through the length of her tunnel set the fire of her lust blazing white-hot, and the feeling of his length driving back inside, of her innermost walls being spread open all over again, left her singing with delight.
As always, Bell learned fast and he gained confidence quickly. Spurred on by his Goddess’s visible delight as much as by the way his body reacted each time she squeezed herself around him, he increased his tempo- as a minute passed between them, and then a score more, his thrusts became stronger, fuller, and his movements came with much more surety.
Soon, Hestia was holding tight to his hands as her body shook and trembled beneath him, her voice crying out again and again, higher and higher, as she reached peaks she’d never imagined and crashed over them with dizzying intensity!
And soon, Bell’s breath was coming in racing, ragged pants, as he felt her pussy clenching tight around his cock each time he pulled it out, and then felt her body shudder under him each time he drove it back in!
The heavy, plush couch under them creaked and groaned as the two lovers found their rhythm together, and as the pace of their lovemaking intensified. Shaking her hips up against his thrusts as best she could manage, the small Goddess’s body was being driven further and deeper into the cushions with each passing minute as Bell’s cock pushed down into her.
Yet, even as he gasped and groaned at the raging lust now burning like a bonfire within him. Even as his thoughts swirled and faded, leaving him unable to and unwilling to think about anything but her. Still, Bell kept his focus entirely on treating his Goddess carefully. He didn’t have the experience of knowledge to trust himself to his full strength, and right to the core of his soul, he could never bear to hurt her- so even as he gave himself entirely to his desires, and even as his tempo increased, even as he thrust his cock down through the full length of her eager pussy, still he kept himself in check. He wanted to make love to a woman he loved, that was his true desire as a hero-to-be.
Of course, as both a Goddess and a woman, Hestia could understand that without him needing to say anything. And with her mind already going blank each time she felt his cock pressing against his womb, this was more than enough for her as it was! The previously innocent Goddess was sure her pussy had already been moulded perfectly to Bell’s shape with just this much!
“Go-Goddess! Goddess, hha!” his work as an adventurer had done a lot so far to improve Bell’s mental fortitude, but even so, this was as pleasure unlike anything he’d felt before and far beyond anything he could have prepared for! His breath was racing like he’d just fought a legion of wall shadows and his heart racing like he’d scored a whole trove of magic stones! Her hips shaking up clumsily against his thrusts left him gasping aloud and her pussy pulsing around his length had his shaft throbbing with urgent desire! “Goddess, I’m, I- I can’t!”
His words trailed off incoherently as his cock drove through her once again, as the Goddess of the Hearth was pushed another centimeder deeper into the cushions and as her walls squeezed hungrily over the full length of his shaft. The sight of her ecstasy, the feeling of her writhing blissfully under her, the sound of her moans and the sheer pleasure of being joined with her- Bell was savouring every second like never before, he wanted this to continue forever, but there was only so much the young man could take!
“It-It, It’s fine!” Hestia gasped in reply, her voice hazy and wavering as her body clenched tight around him and she surged headlong through another peak, “It’s fine, Bell! You don’t have to hold back!”
Her eager words and the feeling of her hands squeezing encouragingly around his, finally set fire to the last of Bell’s resistance. Moaning aloud, and now acting purely on instinct, he threw his head back as his entire body arched and as he thrust down into her- driving her down deep into the couch, and sheathing his entire shaft within her one final time! Buried inside her, pressed up against her womb, feeling the full length of her heavenly pussy pulsing around him- Bell’s cock throbbed hungrily, swelling and stretching her walls even wider around him as his release finally thundered through him!
One final moment passed just like that, seemingly stretched out between them as they both hung together on the very edge of ecstasy.
And then, both their worlds exploded into white light!
His cock twitched and spasmed violently in place, scraping against all her most sensitive walls, as rope after rope of thick seed suddenly erupted out, crashing heavily directly into Hestia’s virgin womb, and filling it immediately!
Her voice caught abruptly in her throat and her body jerked in place, wrapping vice-tight around him with every drop of her strength as she felt his release splashing into her, the sudden rush of heat and need seeming enough to flood through her entire body!
Her womb was dyed entirely in his essence, and Hestia knew unquestionably that by now he had firmly carved his name into her soul. His back glowed warm, and hotter still with each pulse and tremble of his cock, groaning and gasping as his cum cascaded through her entire pussy and out down her legs, Bell knew for sure he would remember this moment forever, no matter how many lives he lived.
“Ghn…haa…”
“Hnn...uh…hhh…”
With each of them now lost entirely in the foggy haze of desire, several long and very pleasant minutes passed just like that. Her pussy pulsed tight around him in slow throbs from the lingering aftershocks of her orgasms, and his cock twitched a few more times in response, unloading more jets of seed to fill her already overflowing pussy further. Neither had any sense of time, nor how long had passed just like that, right now, nothing existed except the two of them.
And slowly, eventually, some unknowable minutes later, the light of consciousness returned to each of them.
Hestia unlinked herself gingerly from around Bell as her strength faded, slumping weakly down to the couch with a dizzy laugh.
Bell’s elbows slipped from where he’d been propping himself up and he allowed himself to fall entirely down atop her, burying his head in her shoulder with a heady sigh as his body relaxed comfortably into her embrace.
He made no effort to pull out, nor did she have any desire to feel him withdraw.
Breathing hard, shivering with the afterglow, slowly putting their thoughts back together and overflowing with both happiness and contentment, they stayed just like that, wrapped up in one another.
Once again, time slipped away without meaning.
…
Of course, Bell was still a young man. And this had been a night of explosively intense emotions.
“Uh, Goddess…”
“Mmm?”
“Can… Um… Is it, if you’re not too tired, can we do that again?”
“Haha! I was just about to ask you that! You won’t be getting any sleep tonight, Bell! I’m gonna wring you dry!”
…
As it turned out, Hestia came to regret that claim 4 rounds later when (from a mixture of exhaustion and Bell’s fast learning) she came so hard she passed out.
But after that, they each slept happily and comfortably in the other’s arms.
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“Unh…ughh…?”
Moaning groggily, Hestia woke up slowly to the morning’s light beaming directly on her face. The church basement was fairly well lit for their general purposes, and even managed to capture a respectable amount of midday light, it was still a basement. These days, Hestia had certainly become far more accustomed to the feeling of magic-stone light when indoors, rather than actual sunlight.
Which is to say, as her consciousness only slowly drifted in, she was immediately aware that something was different. Unfortunately, a heavy fatigue and the fact this felt even earlier than normal, meant those thoughts only came slowly, as if finding their way through a fog.
“Uh?”
The first thing she noted was that she was naked. That was more than enough to perk her up several notches. Hestia hadn’t been one to sleep naked even before she’d begun sharing a room with two other people.
The next thing that she noted was that, despite that, she wasn’t cold.
“!”
She wasn’t cold, at all, because Bell was lying wrapped up tight around her! That in itself wasn’t too unusual these days, but the fact that she was wrapped up just as tight around him, while naked, was def-
“!!!”
Hestia’s world slammed to a halt. Bell was also naked. She swallowed heavily, a heady shiver running through her body as she drank in the sensation of his naked body pressed up so deliciously warm and comfortingly strong around her.
“O-O-Ohh! H-Heehe!”
Finally, memories from the previous night began clicking into place. And Hestia’s face burned bright red as a dizzy smile stole across her face.
She’d finally confessed her love for him.
He’d finally admitted everything that was holding him back.
She’d done her best to help him, to act as the Goddess she wanted to be for him.
He’d finally been able to accept her love.
He’d kissed her.
He’d told her he wanted to be with her, forever.
She’d… She’d…
The thoughts raced through her in a rush, and Hestia squeezed herself even tighter around him in response. Giggling happily, she buried hers face in his chest, just simply savouring the sensation of being with him.
Now that the adrenaline and desires from the previous night had cooled somewhat, the surprise of everything that’d happened and just how fast it had happened settled in. Having been a virgin since the dawn of her existence, and given the unchanging nature of the Gods, she’d always simply presumed she would stay exactly like that.
Hestia had never expected that she, of all people, would wind up having sex on the first date.
Well, she mollified that, it wasn’t really the first date, and she lived with Bell, she was his Goddess… and so long as she didn’t explain the exact specifics, none of the other deities could make fun of her for that! She could just picture what Athena would say… let alone Artemis…
“Phah! Well, whatever! I’m not going to worry about anything else right now!”
As her body woke up fully, Hestia could feel just how strained and sore so many of her muscles were. Even just lying like this, she could feel the dull ache around her thighs, like she’d pulled muscles she didn’t even realise she had! But even that discomfort was nothing compared to the sheer warmth she could feel thrumming from her womb and the way she could still feel the lingering sensation of his shaft spreading out all her inner walls.
A soft moan escaped the small Goddess’s lips as those sensations washed over her, bringing with them a light afterglow from the bliss she’d spent so long wrapped up in. The sacred flame within her began smouldering once more, and she could feel a soft wet heat beginning to spread from her core.
But then, right as she was about to reach out and wake Bell, another -horribly delayed- realisation finally dawned on her.
She was naked.
He was naked.
They’d spent most of the night having sex.
In someone else’s place!
“Gh-ACK!”
Instead of a soft purr to wake up her sleeping lover, Hestia jolted in place, with a strained cry, looking around the small bookstore in horror!
Her dress had been kicked all the way out to the hallway (when did she even take it off? The second time? The third?)
Bell’s jacket was hanging across a pile of books (had she thrown it there after she’d been bent over the edge of the couch?)
Her bracelets were lying on either side of the room (had she really been that eager to get them off?)
Bell’s shirt was what she’d been using as a pillow atop his arm (had he done that for her? How sweet of him to worry…)
And most terrifying of all… the entire room absolutely reeked of sex.
“B-B-B-BELL! Bell! Wa-Wake upppp!”
Thankfully, the young adventurer was a little quicker on the uptake than she had been and after just a few minutes of frenzied panic, the two of them were dressed, the room had been more or less put back together, the windows were opened wide and the couch was… thanked for its services as they each prayed silently there would be no lingering stains or smells from the night they’d spent atop it.
“O-Okay, okay… Bell, I-I think this’ll be… Here, you head off home, I’ll stay here and air the place out!”
Having absolutely no experience with this situation, neither of them had any clue how long it would take for the smell to dissipate, and obviously they couldn’t just leave with the windows left wide open. In the end, Hestia concluded that Bell should go on with his day like usual, and she would stay behind, if the shop owner arrived, then she could simply say she’d come in early to get some reading done.
It wasn’t a perfect plan. The fact that she herself reeked of sex just the same was definitely a problem. If she hadn’t been so mortified by the whole situation, Hestia would have begged him to send Alfia to guard the place while she snuck away to take a bath. But in the end, they concluded this was the best they could do.
“A-Ah! Wait, wait just a sec, Bell…”
“Goddess?”
She stopped him right at the entrance, after he’d put his shoes on and was just opening the door to leave.
“Just, uh, just before you… Here!”
This time, Hestia made the first move. Grabbing gently to his collar, she pulled herself up, and pushed her lips to his- meeting him in a short, but loving kiss goodbye.
“G-Goddess!”
“Hehe, okay! Good luck today, Bell! I-I love you! Stay safe, okay?”
“I will! Uh-I, hhaa, I love you too, Goddess!”
They stared at one another like a pair of fools after that, blushing and smiling for several long seconds as he tugged at his jacket while she shifted in place, until he nodded his head respectfully, and she restrained the urge to kiss him again, and they finally went their separate ways.
…
Taking a trip to the public baths, Bell washed away the sweat and smells himself before heading home, arriving to an arched eyebrow from Alfia as he walked through the door. The former level seven adventurer, of course, hadn’t failed to notice that neither he nor his Goddess had returned home the night before. However, unlike the time after his fight against the Silverback, at least she didn’t press him for information. Instead, he was left to -only slightly awkwardly- go about his preparations for the dungeon and the day ahead.
Hestia meanwhile, sat alone and very awkwardly in the bookstore all by herself for more than an hour before she finally realised it was Sunday, and she didn’t need to worry about the owner coming at all. After breathing out a sigh of relief, as well as a sigh of disappointment at having shooed Bell out so quickly, she realised she wasn’t in any hurry to return home and face whatever questions Alfia might have about the previous night. And so, she pulled out a book from one of the piles she’d stored her favourites in, and took to simply enjoying the morning and the atmosphere of the room. Ever since being kicked out by Hephaestus, this place had always been her one sanctuary, it had always been special to her.
That feeling had intensified immensely when she’d inscribed Bell’s here. This was where her Familia started and where her connection to the man she loved had begun.
And now it was even more special.
And so, she added yet another lofty goal to her many distant ambitions. After she was finally rich and famous, after she’d knocked Loki off that pedestal of hers and taken up a spot as one of Orario’s leading Familia! Hestia would buy this place, or pay for its protection regardless. She would care for this store and this room as a sacred place for the Hestia Familia.
Well, it was a nice dream at least. For now, she was just relieved that the morning breeze was filling the place with a pleasant smell and carrying away the evidence of her night of passion.
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Meanwhile, in the tower looking over the great city, far above and away from any of the Hestia Familia’s concerns, while Bell was going through his routine preparing for his day, Orario’s most famous and beloved silver-haired Goddess was twisting around lazily in her luxurious silken sheets, resisting the need to wake up for the day that awaited.
Freya usually woke up far earlier than this, and in truth she had been -mostly- awake for some hours now. She was already late as it was. But the morning was warm, her bed was comfortable, and the day was one that promised to be busy. So, like an impetuous cat that knew it would be forgiven no matter what, she had simply curled up and continued dozing, putting off her duties as she lounged around as long as she desired. Even Horn wouldn’t dare intrude on her while the door was shut.
And, for now at least, there was nothing to worry about and nobody to bother her. She was naked, of course, the Goddess of indescribable Beauty had never seen the need or point to wearing any sort of clothes in the bedroom. But she was also -once again- lying spread out and completely alone within the enormous bed that made up the centre-point of the equally massive apartment bedroom. In itself, Freya spending her night alone wasn’t anything unusual, few indeed were those that were granted the Great Goddess’s time and attention. Yet that occasion had become an absolute certainty these past few weeks, ever since the day she’d been walking incognito through the city, ever since the moment she’d first seen him.
She loved all her children dearly, of course, that would never change. But it had become harder and harder for her to pay attention to any of the men, or any suitor at all, ever since. She’d lost any interest, any taste for companionship in the way she’d once enjoyed. It was simply impossible to care enough for it, not when that dazzling white light was always in her mind, not when her dreams of him were ever stealing her attention away.
Freya’s love was like the wind. It ebbed and flowed, passing over many but only whipping itself around a few. It could appear in an instant and change someone’s life and destiny forever, and then it might fade just as quickly, perhaps to return but perhaps not. That was how it had always been, that was how it was always supposed to have been. Yet, lately, these last few weeks, her love had become like a hurricane instead. A powerful, awesome tempest that circled entirely around one single soul while leaving the rest of the world outside to do naught but watch the whirling winds.
“Mmm…”
It was, at last, thoughts of that same white light that served to finally draw the indolent Goddess from her sheets and to her feet. Yawning somehow gracefully, she raised her hands up, stretching out her limbs in a way manner that had absolutely no sensuality intended at all, yet served to showcase her taut, flat stomach, display every bit of long, slender legs and leave her massive breasts bouncing softly in the air. It was a sight that would have left any number of bards singing, or poets crying were they ever to be lucky enough to catch witness.
She was late. There was work to be done and she was already behind. She should call Horn in to arrange her clothes, or her bath, and prepare for the day ahead.
None of those considerations even flitted through her mind as she stepped through the room, rolling her head across her shoulders and shaking her long silvery hair in a waterfall down her perfect, bare back.
She could happily have stayed warm under her covers for some longer time yet. She would have. Except, for him. She knew his schedule well now, she knew it perfectly. He would be just finishing his morning preparations, he would be shutting the door to the basement Church behind him, and within a moment he would be coming into view. His soul would be an unmissable sight, even from across the city, even from atop the impossible heights of Babel.
There was much she should be doing.
But Freya was an indulgent Goddess, so she indulged.
Humming softly, she wet her lips in anticipation. She didn’t need any kind of alarm or reminder to know his schedule, her had internalised it down to her very soul. He should be just coming into sight n-
“!”
Jolting in place, the Goddess of Beauty’s world spun to a halt all around her. Her jaw fell open and her eyes shot wide. There wasn’t a trace of drowsiness or lethargy to be seen in her now.
“Wh-Wha…?”
Her feet stepped gingerly over the carpet, then faster, and faster still, until she was racing towards the full wall window at the far side of her room. Her divine sight meant the distance between them didn’t matter at all, it didn’t change an iota about how clearly she could see him. But the need to move closer to him, to be closer to him, even just one meder, even just one milimeder, filled her with an urgent intensity. And of course, Freya had never been one to resist when it came to him.
“Bell…” she whispered her name and then corrected herself, “Odr…”
It was wrong to say she scarcely recognised him. She could have picked him out of a crowd of trillions. She could have identified his soul in a countless multitude just from the sense of it alone.
But he looked nothing like she had expected! Nothing like she was prepared for! And the sight of it hit her with the full force of a charging minotaur!
“Ngh!”
The bright white light of his soul, the soft, pure, vision that she’d seen, that had been seared so completely into her soul… it was shining brighter than ever!
It wasn’t any stronger than it had been before, no more refined or powerful. His vessel remained just as thin as it had ever been, he was still the same weak, wonderful, naïve, earnest level 1 adventurer she’d fallen so completely in love with.
And yet, and yet, and yet, and yet, and yet! It was somehow blazing with a sense that she could only possibly interpret as conviction. The very core of his soul, the pure white essence that had stolen her heart, was more resolved and more determined than she’d have ever believed possible from a boy who’d only descended into the dungeon for the first time a few weeks earlier!
The sight of him was always enough to get her heart racing. But to see him like this, for this incredible change in him to be the first sight she saw at the dawn of her day? It was like a gift, a present that he himself had prepared to her, a wake-up offering delivered right to her bedroom!
Freya’s hips swung hungrily forward, and it was only then that she realised she was already pressed up tight against the glass. Her body hadn’t even once registered the chill of the window pane, not with how focussed she was on him, and not with the way her blood was racing hot through her veins in comparison. Eyes glued to the perfect white light before her, Freya’s bare nipples pressed hard into the glass, sliding up and down as she ground her body achingly against the pane.
“My Odr…” she moaned, her words throaty and breathless, heavy with a desire she only ever felt for him these days, “What happened to you? Nggn… Who did this to you? Hhh-haa… was it… did those words I whispered to you affect you so?”
The Goddess of Beauty got no answer. But nor would she have accepted one. There was nothing and nobody that could possibly distract her from this sight and this moment right now.
Her hips slid back from the glass, just barely far enough that she could slide her hand down between her legs, and then Freya’s moans sang out louder, and longer, filling the room and her soul with her desire.
He was crossing into Orario’s main throughfare already. She couldn’t possibly have mistaken what would come next, Bell… Odr… would stop off at the Hostess of Fertility to talk to Syr and get her to make his lunch for the day, then he would meet that Prum supporter of his and head into the dungeon. Despite how impulsive Freya was, she’d had plans, she’d had intentions… even if she’d only gotten out of bed in time to see him first thing in the morning, she’d wanted to go see him, to meet him and catch him on his way. She could still make it if she left now. If she threw on her clothes and called for Ottar, he could have her there in the blink of an eye.
Freya’s voice echoed rapturously around the room as her left leg raised off the floor, pushing desperately, ravenously into the glass separating them.
It was impossible.
She couldn’t leave. She couldn’t even move. She couldn’t bear to turn her eyes away for even a second.
He would pass from her sight all too soon, he would be in the dungeon for the rest of the day and she wouldn’t see him again until the evening. She had to content herself before then! She had to burn this sight and this memory into her mind to keep her company until he returned!
…
In the end, despite everything she’d been supposed to do, Freya only finally stumbled out of her room a little after midday.
Red faced from exertion, slick with sweat and with her perfect silvery hair tousled horribly, she stepped through the apartment on shaking legs. Sinking somehow gracefully into her usual seat, she directed Ottar to get her some food, and Horn to run her a bath. And then she fell into an exhausted nap right then and there.
And she was already forgiven.
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A/N: And there we are! Three chapters in and Bell’s already lost his virginity, and claimed the (not so) eternal chastity of one of the three Celestial Virgins, well, maybe that’s not a surprise, how many times do the novels emphasise just how quickly he moves!?
I hope the sex scene read well, it’s actually the first proper one I’ve written for a while and I think I got a bit carried away with and all the emotions tangled up therein. The next ones will certainly be a bit more reasonable, especially as more girls get involved and I want to put multiple girls into a chapter. For now, well, it’s Bell’s first step into a new world, so it felt fitting for it to be with his Goddess, and for it to be a fairly big deal.
And of course, Freya’s going to have such a visceral reaction to anything that’ll leave Bell’s soul shining bright, won’t she? Come on, we all know some of the best parts of the Danmachi anime are when Freya’s set some new enemy on Bell and is all but pressing herself against the glass as she moans in delight, watching him reach ever greater heights. Or at least, that’s something I enjoy a lot and wanted to include for sure. You can probably guess the trajectory of Freya’s character arc from this scene, and we’ll definitely be seeing more of her over the coming chapters, although she won’t be directly taking him by hand for just a while longer.
As for her being so happy? Well, I can’t possibly imagine that solidifying a lifelong love with a woman he cherishes as deeply as Hestia would ever do anything to lessen the “purity” of Bell’s soul. And I’m sure we can all imagine making love with Ais, or any other woman he truly loves, would have an identical effect.
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