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The most recent Denarus had been of particular interest to Hephaistos, as it was there that she received news that Bell had achieved Level 2. The assembly of gods and goddesses had then determined a name for the young adventurer ("Little Rookie" as it turned out) and then she lost track of the boy.

Days passed, with their little "arrangement" made to lapse when the boy didn't show up, which was understandable, when considering Bell's previous engagement with a dangerous foe. Hephaistos didn't grudge the boy not appearing for their rendezvous, because the lad was still human, after all. It felt better to get some distance, give time for the lad to recover, particularly after overcoming a trial that few could claim to have achieved.

This left the goddess with the unfortunate realization that she had been relying on the boy a bit too much during their early morning affairs. Bell was always able to release Hephaistos' tensions with his lovemaking, and so she would be able to spend at least the next twenty-four hours in a blissful, elevated mood. Now, as the days passed without her meeting Bell, Hephaistos found that she just could no longer function normally anymore. She'd feel dissatisfied, incomplete, like she'd made a shitty weapon, and everyone had found out. Ironically, this made her almost screw up her work orders. Her mood was eternally foul and bitchy, and all because she was missing out on some hot and young mortal lovin'.

It was an itch that she could not completely scratch, no matter how much she tried. No matter how much she teased her pussy lips and cupped her breasts, or used the "toys" she'd swiped from a certain goddess, she was only able to bring herself to a very unsatisfying orgasm. It frustrated her so, and invariably led to even more to her foul moods. She had too much pride (as a goddess) to admit that Bell had unleashed a fire in her that only continued to smolder when he left her side, and had been ignited every time he pleasured her, which blazed when they coupled. And with him gone for close to several weeks now, well...

Today was especially brutal. She had to give Welf and the others the rest of the day off as she retired early into her workshop. The itching in her loins had become too much to bear. Her fingers got slick and slimy from the effort of grinding into her pussy with every fiber of her divine being. Again and again, she came, hot and messy, but all she felt was a cold and nagging dissatisfaction before she continued to the next.

She'd gone through a dozen of those before she realized that someone was knocking on her door.

"I'm busy! Come back later!" she shouted, to whatever idiot was out there. She was still riding the wave of a recent orgasm, and she had no patience for anyone trying to disturb her high.

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry for disturbing you, goddess," came a voice that sounded very much like Bell Cranel. Hephaistos gaped, before scrambling for the door when she heard his departing footsteps.

The young man looked quite surprised when he turned around to see her standing in the doorway. He dipped his head in apology, when he saw her state of undress. "Oh, sorry!"

She smiled, relief flooding her as soon as she confirmed it was really him. She was glad to see he looked well, relatively normal and unharmed. "Come in, come in," she urged, turning back to the workshop. She stopped when she saw the clear trail of cum-drops on the floor, marking the beeline she'd made for the door when she'd heard his voice. She squirmed, feeling the warm wetness on her panties.

"Goddess?"

"Shut the door."

"Um... okay." Bell did as he was told. "I just came to see how you were doing. I'm really sorry for not being able to see you, goddess. But with the title I was given, plus there were some other stuff happening, well I, I kind of lost track. Also, I felt really guilty, 'cause like the dagger really helped me- I- eh?"

Bell was thrown off the loop when Hephaistos suddenly lunged for him, pressing her warm body against his, while then clamping her luscious thighs around his outstretched arm.

"Bell... please..." she whispered, tears in her eyes, as she clutched the front of his clothes desperately. She moved her thighs, allowing his hand to feel her nethers, which had turned wet and hot from sheer desire.

"Ah! Just as I thought! Well, don't you worry, goddess, I'll help you." And with that proclamation, Bell's fingers crawled through the fabric of her panties, drew them aside, before running them all over familiar territory.

"Haah... haaahhh!" Hephaistos near howled from the joyful feeling of someone else fingering her, and the lips of her pussy drew down on Bell's expert fingers like they had a life of their own. She covered her mouth, panting into her palms as her knees trembled from the surge of pleasure that seemed to emanate from Bell's touch. The boy's hand caressed her nape thoughtfully, causing tingles to cascade down her spine. Bell then found her erect clit, and after zeroing in on it, he quickly hit the jackpot and sent her senses skyrocketing.

Hephaistos slammed her head on his shoulder, her head spinning as she was finally rewarded with the one thing she'd been deprived of for weeks. She quivered and shook, waves of keen, orgasmic pleasure coursing through her as her pussy convulsed under an explosive orgasm that spread its juices freely over Bell's hand. She screamed into his chest, and felt like she'd thrown off some difficult burden from her shoulders. Her knees, unable to contain the pleasure, buckled, and she was only kept upright by Bell's strong hand, which propped her up by her shivering slit.

"Haah... Gaahhh..." Almost choking, she struggled to breathe, her mind a dull haze. The whole world made sense now. Everything slotted nearly into place. She was finally balanced, controlled-most of all, satisfied. Her orgasm seemed like the end of all orgasms, and it was all thanks to the kid.

"Uwaaah... That's a lot," Bell remarked, rubbing the sticky substance that stuck to his fingers. "That got really intense there, goddess. Are you alright?"

Hephaistos smirked weakly, wishing she could punch the boy for his naked cluelessness. But, it didn't seem bad. He was endearing this way. She touched his shoulder, then tugged on a strap of his armor. She met his eye. "I need more."

Down came Bell's body, lying back on the floor of the workshop. His clothes and armor were strewn all around carelessly, along with the last of Hephaistos' dignity. The only thing she wore yet were her thigh-high leather boots, which she didn't care to take off. For a moment she indulged in the boy's body, drinking deep of his young, virile musk, tweaking and licking his nipples, offering him many tiny caresses. He was already semi-hard, and through her ministrations he became as stiff as a hot poker.

Licking her lips, the goddess straddled him, moistening his whole length with her sodden nethers. Bell grinned, and remarked, "You seem really excited, goddess."

"Shut up and give it to me, Little Rookie. Hard." With that she plunged her brown butt down, fully swallowing his rock-hard cock within her walls. His entrance was made easier by the sheer amount of free lubrication provided by her arousal and subsequent orgasms, and he was able to fully sheathe within her up to the base of his crotch in one thrust. Hephaistos bit her lip, basking in the mesmerizing warmth of him filling her up after so damned long. Bell himself moaned as her folds squirmed around him, nibbling all around him like tiny mouths.

Hephaistos wasted no time riding the boy hard, her pussy devouring him eagerly as she ground her hips against his: circling in place, moving side to side, forward and back, making his cock strike every pleasurable spot in her pussy time and again. Bell for his part felt like he were about to melt into the goddess' velvety nethers, which were every bit as divine and spine-tingling as he remembered. He acknowledged her frenzied movements with his own, pushing his cock upward to stem her frantic grinding with his hungry cock.

"Oh...! Haaah... Yes! Harder! There! There!" Hephaistos closed her eyes, drinking deep of the pleasurable sensations coursing through her body from their shared connection. For each circular movement of her hips, he thrust up hard, making her skin prickle every time; for each sideways wiggle of her sexy ass, he pumped harder with indulgent glee, causing stars to bloom behind her eyelids. The goddess fully exalted in this raunchy, desperate congress with her lover, offering herself up to the needs of her body. She tossed her head every which way, spreading drops of moisture from her damp, messy hair. Her brown, glossy skin rippled with every loud, meaty smack; and also began to glimmer from the sweat of their combined heat, which grew to an even more passionate level when their pleasure peaked.

Hephaistos felt it coming, like a supernova bursting through space. She howled, throwing her head backward, her body locked in the convulsing throes of an orgasm. She cared not that she literally choked his length with the twisting, vice-like grip on his cock; she surrendered to the thrill of the release, even as it made her look like some lust-crazed woman. Bell almost felt like his soul were being sucked through his cock-as it pulsed and throbbed, ejecting thick, milky ropes of his semen deep into the goddess' core. Then, he felt the goddess's body collapse on top of him, still shivering, writhing from the potent effects of her orgasm, which caused Bell to grunt even louder, as a fresh batch of cum came shooting straight from his balls.

They lay there, locked in the aftermath of their ardent coitus, their hearts beating like one, holding each other's hands, his cock still buried in her divine cooch. After Bell's manhood pulsed one last time, traces of his cum came dripping out of her slit, a testament to the amount he'd fed the goddess. Eventually, Hephaistos came to, wiping the tears from her sole eye, before recalling where she was.

She clucked her tongue, a little of her normal demeanor restored. "Aw, man." She looked at Bell, who watched her silently through lidded eyes. "So um... how are you doing?"

"I'm... doing well, goddess."

"I see." Silence. Slowly, silently, she lowered her head, and laid it against his chest. She closed her eyes; it felt oddly soothing to bask in another's warmth. She wondered why she hadn't noticed this before, in their previous couplings. Maybe it was because right now was night-time, when all their other dalliances had been during the morning: heated, desperate fucks that had to be cut short due to the needs of the day. There were no times to cuddle, or spoon, or anything else. And now...

"...You mind if I stay here a while?" she asked.

"Not at all," Bell said.


"So then I took the dagger, and then I-"

A few minutes after, Hephaistos felt like she'd recovered enough, and was eager for more. But she wasn't too keen on doing it right away.

So she invited Bell to sit in the nearby chair, still naked, and asked him to talk about the past few weeks. While doing so, she eased herself between his strong, powerful thighs; and then she laid her head against his thigh, placed her face near his crotch, and began to play with his cock.

It all felt so strange, to sit here in front of Bell, fully exposing themselves to the other, while he went on about mundane things. But for some reason, she felt it calm her instead of make her feel inordinately ashamed. Bell was an honest, kind sort, the best type of creature a goddess could encounter. So she felt like she could do anything in front of him, without fear of censure. She immersed herself in his wide, adoring red eyes, even as she took inches of his cock down through her gullet.

Her blowjob was slow and lazy, as she didn't move her head much and forced his cock to point towards her, but it didn't seem that Bell minded. While he talked about Hestia, she made teasing circular ventures with her tongue around him, all while brushing errant hair from her face. While he recounted his recent adventure, she took his tip beyond her lips and began flicking her tongue all over it. While he talked of the chaos surrounding him since reaching Level 2, she teased and brushed her tongue all around the underside of his cock.

In a way, it felt like she were lazily worshipping him; or more like she was worshipping his cock. And strangely enough, Hephaistos felt alright with it. It was as if Bell was exactly that sort of person who would merit such a thing, and her mind didn't object. Besides, this was as much a favor for him as it was her self-indulgence; this was no worship, but like someone enjoying their toy. Yes, that seemed like a much better mental image.

"And then I-haah! Goddess! That's so... ! Haah!"

Hephaistos' eyes narrowed in triumph, as she puckered her mouth to repeat the same vacuuming motion with her tongue that had pleased him enough to interrupt him. Already she could feel his cock throb.

With a loud, lewd smack of her lips, she let his cock out. "Nuh-uh. Not yet." She closed her hand around its length, and then rubbed it idly, teasing it just enough to remain erect.

She stood, and walked over to one of her tables. She leaned forward against it, then presented her naked ass towards him. She looked behind her shoulder and winked at him with her one eye, tempting him to come. A warm hungry look came over Bell, who stood and wasted no time positioning himself between her legs.

The table began to rock as their lovemaking renewed. This time it was slow and methodical. Bell frantically rutted his hips forward as he gripped her love handles and railed her mercilessly; Hephaistos nonetheless luxuriated in the feel of a strong, stiff, dependable cock spearing into her from behind, this time taking in the intense feelings as they came. It was no secret that she began panting hotly not five minutes into their copulation, hissing through her teeth every time their skin slapped together; as Bell's intense breeding efforts intensified, burying his cock deep into her like a beast claiming its own.

After that round, another cooldown period occurred. This time, Hephaistos fully engaged Bell in conversation, while the two of them teased and explored the other's naked body; with the condition that victory would be achieved if the other came before they did. It was a shameless game that the silly boy had proposed. It ended in mutual defeat (or victory), as each simultaneously brought the other to orgasm.

The sight of his cum on the floor reminded Hephaistos that the night was already turning, and she needed to prepare for the next day. Even the boy seemed hesitant, wondering if she intended to keep going, even this late at night.

Bell's innocent look melted what little restraint Hephaistos had, and she crushed his body to hers as they began their third naughty round. Temptation had overtaken the normally responsible goddess, leaving her to indulge her lusts, as even reason fooled itself into arguing that it had taken this long for him to come back, why not take him for the whole night? And so, Hephaistos fully wallowed in her depravity, and pulled the boy down with her.

The hallowed workshop, already the site of their rendezvous, progressively started to stink of their prolonged, rowdy sex. They fucked in every possible way, until Hephaistos' well-used pussy grew sore, until only insipid streams of cum came from Bell's cock. And yet still, with Hephaistos encouragement, they continued on, thoroughly exploring the other's body, until scant traces of sunlight began to filter in through the windows.

"Is it... morning already?" Bell asked. His head lay against Hephaistos lap. His limp cock lay like a floppy fish against his crotch, tired after exploring the goddess's many strange holes and valleys.

Hephaistos smiled, idly stroking his forehead. "Yep. You'll have to leave, soon." Her dusky skin had absorbed much of their combined, sex-ridden musk, and was now streaked with dust and other marks that showed where they'd been pressed hard against something-repeatedly.

"Yeah... soon..." Bell blinked, and looked down. "Aw man." Inexplicably, his cock was slowly hardening again. The mention of "having to go" seemed like a trigger for the both of them now, as throughout the night it was the signal for them to forget themselves and go for that "one last" fuck.

Seeing that, Hephaistos frowned and bopped his head lightly. "No means no. I mean it. It's morning..." she sighed, as Bell had begun rubbing above her crotch, stimulating the skin there and making her crotch tingle one more time. "It's morning," she repeated, pursing her lips.

"Right," Bell said. "It's morning." The way he emphasized it made Hephaistos blink. Then she smiled.

"You're right. It is morning." The usual time for their daily routine, which had been interrupted for so long. She licked her lips, ready to rollick for "one last" time-today, that is.


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