The moon hung high in the indigo of night now, its gentle touch coaxing the tide to lap against Orario's quiet docks. Cool air slipped through the alleys and streets, and its reach slipped in through the open window of an inn room.
"Ahn! Ahn! Ahn! Y-Yes, that's it, harder- oh, you-...nnghhh!"
Next to the window, the stranger was plowing Hestia's ass for all she was worth. An assortment of empty tankards and plates from the nourishment he'd brought up from downstairs rattled and rolled off the table to the floor, their hollow clatter drowned out in the din of skin against skin and squeals entwined with groans.
It'd been hours since he'd taken her to his room. They took nary a break as Hestia let him ravish her and claim her in any and every way he wished. Despite how she looked, the shortstack goddess was more than a match for his own insatiable desire; he lost count of how many times he pumped that tight little pussy of hers full of cum or shot it all over her skin. When he suggested he take her backdoor, Hestia didn't ask questions, those tiny gloves hands parting her cheeks for him without a second thought.
He bit into his lip, looking down at how his cock sunk into her tight anus, her perky asscheeks enveloping him with a friction that made it difficult not to blow another load deep into her bowels. His thrusts scraped out his previous loads, sticky dollops of it bursting out to stain her cheeks, streaking down their legs.
A grunt rolled out of his throat when he felt her inner muscles clench around him, desperate to squeeze out more of his cum. He ran a hand up her smooth back, his dark skin a delicious contrast against her milky paleness. For such a petite goddess, she had curves where it mattered, and he showed his appreciation by giving a firm strike with his free hand into her rump, earning a squeal. Hestia's dress was long-forgotten at this point, but even after all the hours of their raucous acquaintance the petals of her hairties still bound her hair, the cute bow still hanging from her neck, and those gloves still on her hands.
He couldn't get enough of Hestia as the night wore on, even just looking at her tiny body being split open by his shaft was enough to make him want to keep going until had nothing left to give. He loved watching her tight skin ripple with every impact of his hips against her rump, loved seeing the outer curves of her tits flopping about beneath her frame, loved how she was so short she had to get on her tiptoes just to take his cock inside her.
"Another offering angh! -for you, goddess!"
With a clench of his jaw the stranger shoved himself forward, the move knocking Hestia off balance, making her stumble forward onto the table. He followed her, pushing as deep as he could go, his chest pressed to her sweaty back, her thighs pressed into the table's edge. He came. He let out a chain of moans as his hands found themselves on her hips again.
He watched his cock pulse, pumping more streaks of nut between her asscheeks, watching as the second half of his load splurted out of her anus in a geyser of sticky white. He slid out of her after riding out the rest of it, a wet gurgle following as cum forced itself out of Hestia's ass after her cheeks closed up.
They caught their breaths for a few moments before Hestia leaned up, a blue eye looking over her shoulder up at him. Not a moment later and the stranger leaned over and stuck his tongue between her lips. Moans were traded in the afterglow, their kisses sloppy but passionate. His hands gave idle glides along her sides, reveling in the softness of her, one of his hands cupping one of those juicy breasts that he couldn't get tired of squeezing. He felt himself growing hard again.
Hestia must have felt it too. She pulled back from their kiss before it grew too heated, looking at him as she gave her hips a little shake, bapping the cleft of her cheeks against the base of his shaft. He throbbed.
The merchant bit his lip, pulling his hips back even further, a hand guiding it to her entrance. He felt the stickiness of her spunk-stained folds eeke out against his tip. He pushed into her, and he saw the tips of Hestia's lips turn up.
"For a virgin goddess, you sure like to be stuffed with cum," the stranger said, nipping at her ear. He moved his head down to her neck and gave it a kiss, breathing in her sweaty scent, feeling her shiver as he slid his entire length back inside of her at the same time. "Don't you?"
Hestia pushed back against his body, squeezing once he was hilted.
"Maybe I'm stuffed to your mortal standards…but I have more to wring out of you yet."
The stranger stepped up to her challenge with gusto, sharing one last kiss before he restarted the cycle of his hips, speeding up with every forwards push until the room was once again resounding with the steady clap of her ass against his hips. His hands gave greedy squeezes to her heaving tits, his face planted upon her back, kissing between her shoulder blades, licking at stray beads of sweat.
In a few minutes the passion mounted and the stranger stood up now, both of his hands gripping Hestia's waist. She was giving those intentional squeezes that drove the stranger crazy, the suction of her inner heat compelling him to drive into her harder. In and in and in, the stranger kept pounding into her, drawing out more squeals from the goddess as she came around his cock.
"More, you scoundrel, pound me hard!"
What a slut he'd turned her into. He couldn't get enough of how she begged, how her lithe body squirmed in tandem with his thrusts, how her insides siphoned him in for more as if her mortal coil would slip away if he didn't give her more of his cum.
His hand shot out to grab one of her twintails then, coiling the sweaty hair around his fingers, around his wrists. The stranger pulled, forcing Hestia's head upward, lines of sweat streaking down the expanse of her back. Her arms were struggling to maintain a steady support on the table as he rutted her like this, his grip on her hair keeping her body bent for him, curved to take every inch of him without escape.
After she came again around his cock. The stranger let out a loud groan to join her choked squeals, and his other hand shot out to her shoulder, pulling Hestia into the wild bucks of his hips. Sweat and cum flew with every strike of their skin. He was unraveling at a rapid pace now. Even if her ass was tight, the fact that Hestia got off the hardest when he would fill her womb made the stranger's lust reach a fever point.
"You want more of my ngah! seed shot right into that- fuck! …that holy womb of yours, don't you?" the stranger pulled on her hair to emphasize his words, and the way she screamed for him made a pulse run through his shaft. "You want me to fill you with my kids, don't you? You slutty excuse for a nnnghh…goddess..!"
"Yes, you scoundrel just breed me!" Hestia squealed. The stranger knew as well as she did that this was impossible; even in his limited time in Orario, he was savvy enough to know that Gods were sterile. But what did that matter when such talk made both of them this excited? "F-Fill me with your kin- ahn! Turn this goddess into a mothe-...ahnnngh!"
Hestia came, squirting around his shaft, inner heat pulsing around him with a force that made him feel lightheaded.
"I knew you were just another ngh! slut when I first laid eyes on you," the stranger said, the hand at her shoulder wrapping her other twintail around his fist. He spat out his words as the tension at the base of his loins began to unravel, and he felt his own climax looming in its blinding heat. "Don't even- gah..! -need to pay you anything. Don't need to go to the red light district when a slut like you is begging a stranger to give her his kids…!"
He pulled on her hair, both of her twintails yanking her head upward. He heard her choke out a voiceless scream. He felt the satin of her gloves find his wrists, holding onto something, anything as he fucked her into submission, her body arching up off the table, supported by nothing except her hair.
"YES YOU SCOUNDREL JUST F-FUCK ME!"
The stranger's grip turned white-knuckle and his wide stance on the floor braced itself, toes digging into the hardwood as he plowed her with everything he had. He felt Hestia's body quake under the onslaught of consecutive orgasms, feeling her hot squirt shoot in sticky jets that sprinkled the top of his feet. In a delirious flurry of hips and curses, the stranger's eyes shot open when his orgasm burst out of him in a ceaseless torrent of stickiness, his balls swelling as he shot a stream of hot spunk straight inside of Hestia's cum-bloated womb.
Both of them shuddered at this, the stranger relinquishing her hair, letting Hestia's hands shoot up towards his neck. She held herself up like that as he filled her. Thick streams of cum splurted out between her legs, dribbling down the insides of her legs, streaming down the front of his as he filled her with so much cum that there was nowhere else for it to go. He brought a hand in front of her and squeezed at her womb, feeling a tiny bulge forming with the sheer amount of his seed.
Even in the sensitive unraveling of his climax, he endured it, eager to let his feverish lust overcome any sense of reason. The floor beneath them was a sticky mess, puddles of cum growing larger with every minute. The stranger was intent on making more of a mess with this slutty excuse of a goddess.
This time, the stranger didn't stop his furious thrusts.
With a growl, his arm shot down to her leg. He lifted it up high, hooking her thigh beneath his forearms, pressing her sweaty back flush against his chest. Gods above, she was so light, it made the act of lifting her other leg up effortless. Now she was completely suspended off the ground, powerless in his arms' grip as he slid her up and down his prick like a toy. Hestia squealed. The stranger leaned down to lick her ear's shell, whispering dirty words.
"How do you like being my little cocksleeve?"
Before she could say anything, the stranger bent himself at the hips and thrust up into her, meeting the downwards drops of her petite frame with savage bucks of his own. Hestia's squeals turned into hitched screams. She came within the span of three upwards thrusts, squirting herself all over the table in front of them.
Her arms reached above and behind to clasp the stranger's neck, pulling his lips down to cup hers, her guttural and shaky shrieks gagged once more with the heat of his tongue. The stranger grew lost in the depraved heat of this, splitting this little goddess open, using her for nothing but his own lust. He kept his eyes open during their open-mouthed kiss and he saw his cock poke out a bulge with every upwards thrust. The sight made him see red, and his lust-addled mind wanted to milk this opportunity of every drop.
Ripping himself from her mouth the stranger paused his thrusts, shoving himself into her slick depths before he began to walk.
The pause let Hestia catch her breath, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. The stranger had an evil grin on his face as he kept moving them across the floor…directly to the room's open window. The grin grew wider when he heard Hestia gasp, lucidity probably flooding her upon the realization of where the stranger was taking her.
"W-W-Wait where are you-... We can't!"
"What's wrong, goddess? Scared to put on a little show?"
She squirmed in his grip but his arms locked her down tight. She couldn't escape, and he loved how her struggle made her pussy give inadvertent squeezes around him.
"No, p-put me down we-"
"Shut up."
The stranger walked them right up to the edge of the window overlooking the street below, and without another moment wasted, slammed Hestia up to the tip of his prick before slamming her down to his hilt. Hestia let out a hitched squeal. She tried to protest, tried to say something, anything, but he wouldn't let her. He resumed the furious pace from before, bending his knees to give savage bucks up into Hestia's tight cunt, reveling in how her nervous shame made her body grip him tighter than ever before.
In the dark street below, he could already hear a few drunkards and passerby catching the show.
Hestia brought her gloved hands up to her face, covering it as she turned red with shame.
"Y-You bastard this, this-...!"
"What is it, Hestia?" he said, right next to her ear. Another aroused pulse ran through him at the excitement that ran through him. "Is a goddess like you ashamed in front of mere mortals? Why should their attention matter to you?"
"Th-Tha-...ahn!"
"Besides, a goddess as beautiful as you needs to be worshipped."
The stranger grinned wide as he swooped his head down to her neck and bit, suckling on her skin as she leaned her head to the side, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. He kept bouncing her up and down his cock.
In the darkness he could see the shape of more faceless men. He heard a few of them cheer, hooting and hollering as he fucked Hestia into submission with the light of the innroom streaming out from behind them. He imagined himself down there, watching as this petite woman was spread wide open and forced to put on a show, the long innocent twintails of her hair swaying behind her, her hefty tits slapping up and down, up and down.
The mental image only made him fuck Hestia harder, pummeling through her inner clenching, scooping out thick wads of spunk so he could replace it with more. He wasn't bouncing her onto him as much as he was slamming her now. The cheers from the men below were drowned out by how loud their flesh clapped together, and when Hestia squirted out the most powerful orgasm of the night, the thick sticky ropes of her climax gushing out in twinkling arcs catching the glint of moonlight as they showered the dark street below, the stranger knew the pleasure and excitement had drowned out her shame.
It wouldn't take long until he joined her, filling her with a blinding climax that had his toes curling into the floor, the excitement of exhibiting his catch of the night running through him in powerful bursts of cum. He cursed into her sweaty scalp, hearing faint applause as globules of spunk gushed out of her pussylips, the creampie turning into a cascade of goopy white that burst out of her spilled and spilled to the floor.
The delirious madness of their coupling continued when he slammed Hestia to the wall next to the window, her cheek pressed flush against it. He lifted her by the hips clear off the floor and began pounding like a feral beast into her depths. He heard the little crowd outside give disappointed noises, asking for an encore, but he had enough sharing for the night.
"You bastard, oh you scoundr- ahn! Ahn! Ahn! Ahn! I swear I'll curse y-your soul, you'll never see Heaven, I-I…!"
Hestia came, her body clamping up around him as she shrieked, shuddering as cum ran down her legs and dripped off her toes.
The stranger would follow her lead and join her in another duet of moans.
She could curse his soul all she wanted; he'd already found Heaven right here.
Hours pass.
"Heaven above, I-...!"
The stranger choked back on his words, his cock giving desperate twitches as he felt the heat at the base of his loins begin to surge, threatening to burst at any moment. He'd only cum less than a few minutes ago, but the goddess' ministrations refilled his spirit in no time flat. He ran a hand through her sweaty hair as she teased out more throbs with a slutty giggle. He looked down and met her eyes. The sight of her made him clench his teeth harder.
Hestia looked up at him, the utmost tip of her tongue giving a torturous flick against the rim of his cockhead. The visible inches of his length twitched once more, and she could feel his balls pulse at the base of her tits, the same tits that enveloped the rest of his meat. She felt his hands dig deeper into her scalp the moment she slipped that bulbous head past her lips. Gods, he was still so hard, his last load still fresh on her cheeks, pooling between the valley of her tits. She shifted her weight, knees sore on the hardwood as she plunged forward and began to suck.
She'd done this plenty with Bell, and although it was a challenge to grow accustomed to the stranger's size, Hestia was slipping him into her throat with ease, her full lips a tight seal, her nose kissing his crotch. The stranger let out an ungodly noise as he unraveled, the hands he had on her head pulling down to take all of him to his base. He came deep in her throat. Hestia moaned, loving how his cock pulsed in the pocket of her neck. The stranger felt the pressure of her tiny hands pull at his skin.
Pulse after pulse, he dumped out more thick globules of spunk into her stomach. Hestia sucked it all down with vigor, breathing in the filthy scent that permeated her nose, letting out gagged exhales with every passing second.
Before the stranger could finish, Hestia felt his fingers form a fist in her hair. He pulled, slipping her head off his prick. She mewled as his length slid out of her neck in a wet gurgle. Without missing a beat, Hestia poked out her tongue, taking the final shots of his load. The sight before him of Hestia on her knees, her hair loose and a sticky mess, her mouth open and her tongue outstretched for him to blow all over her face, it was enough to keep him rock-hard even after the final shots of his climax made his legs go numb.
Hestia reached up and wrapped her hand around his length, confirming what she suspected as she felt it pulse in her grip, insatiable. She leant her body forward, letting his tip run across her sweat-soaked skin as she made a slow rise from the place she was kneeling, feeling his sensitive manhood twitch against her. The stranger let a groan slip from him, watching as she wiped the cum out of her eyes and cheeks, slipping all of it into her mouth.
By the time Hestia was face-level, her legs straddling him on the bed, the stranger's meat throbbed against her belly, the small bulge in her skin a testament to the number of loads he had filled her with. They kissed like old lovers, interweaving tongues and shifting lips with a messy familiarity as Hestia's arms looped around his neck.
In a few more kisses, Hestia slipped him inside of her, letting him pulse in the tight heat of her cum-laden folds as her hips swirled. The stranger moaned, running his hands up and down her back. They shared harsh breaths, relishing in the taste and the feel of their mouths swapping heat and spit.
The stranger grunted as Hestia began to bounce herself on his cock. Each upwards pull was accompanied with a clench; Hestia felt all the cum clinging to her walls dug out of her, the sticky mess between them growing as she went faster. She made the stranger grunt again as she ripped her mouth from his and nipped at his neck, her teeth giving him little nicks.
Hestia kept spearing herself on him like that, every bounce from her hips coaxing delighted mewls out of her throat. She felt so liberated, the tension that had snaked through her system undone. But even so, her lust for this man remained. Despite his dominance and near-forceful methods of indulging in Hestia's need, the stranger was still willing to keep going at whatever pace Hestia needed.
Thoughts of Bell passed through her mind. It made her heat surge up, making her hips increase their tempo. She let out a moan, imagining that this was Bell inside of her, that this was Bell's muscles she clung to. She brought herself to the brink of climax before she pulled back and gave the stranger another hot kiss. She came, taking a full look at the stranger's face as she seized up, stopping her hip's cycling. No, he wasn't Bell. He was just some man whose name she didn't even know. But what mattered was that right now, was the perfect partner for her in that moment, in that entire night as she lost herself to the madness of carnal desire.
She could still see the heat in those eyes of his, a wanton worship of her and her body.
Biting her lip, Hestia shifted her position, leaning back and supporting herself with her arms, hands slid over his knees. The stranger's hands shifted to her hips as she went to work, fucking herself onto him for all she was worth.
He let out more groans, watching as his cock slid into her, each inwards slide punctuated with his sensitive tip knocking against her cervix. For such a petite thing, in that moment, the stranger's breath was stolen from him at the sight of her; Hestia was almost stark nude now as she dropped herself onto his thickness in enthusiastic bounces, every move making her sweat and cum-stained breasts fly about, her skin glowed in the dim warmth of the room, her undone hair sticking to her sticky body, her cute face twisted into an unrecognizable countenance of pure lust.
All the while, the blue ribbon that she always bound around her neck bounced along with her, the bow acting as a reminder that this slutty little goddess actually wasn't a goddess of Lust.
He came in the next couple minutes, the heat blossoming in Hestia's overflowing womb bringing her over the edge too. They rode it out together, mouths embracing, arms wrapped around one another. The stranger was still hard after the climaxes subsided. Hestia's hips kept moving.
She grinded into him, their sweaty skin sliding together, thirsty for each other's heat. Orario's cool night air blanketed them.
Their mouths unclasped again. They shared in their haggard breaths, shared in their long looks. The stranger broke the silence, his voice a pleasant rumble against her chest. He had that desire in his eyes again, the same worshipful desire that she would see in Bell's. Hestia sunk her teeth into her lip. She felt his hands give idle slides against the smooth skin of her naked back.
"And now how does your opinion of merchants fare?"
Hestia gave a sigh of resignation, but couldn't help but grin.
"One man isn't enough to shake a fundamental truth, but…your word seems to be trustworthy." Hestia gave him a genuine smile before leaning down to kiss him full on the lips. "Thank you."
A chuckle rumbled through the stranger's chest. Hestia's breath hitched when the hand on her back slid down to grab her ass. She felt him pulse inside her again.
"Thank you for blessing a humble merchant with the time to test him," his hand gave her skin a squeeze, and Hestia felt his hips give a small push. She squeaked. That grin was on his lips again… "I should have known a goddess with your beauty had the benevolence to match."
Hestia shifted her weight on the bed as she shared another look with the stranger. Her inner muscles gave his length a few teasing clenches. She saw his breath quicken.
"You have only begun to see the extent of my blessings."
Hestia leaned forward and gave the bottom of his jaw a lick before she swung her hips down hard, their skin clapping. She pulled her hips back in a savorous pull before doing it again.
"Really?" the merchant's hands gripped her perky rump now as the began to stuff herself with his cock all over again. Groans tumbled from his throat. Hestia supported herself on her forearms, looking down at him as her hair spilled around them in a damp veil of black. "You don't even know my name. It hardly sounds like fair treatment for your followers."
Hestia couldn't help but giggle at the stupid joke. Whether he intended to or not, the stranger's flirt had Bell's face flash through her mind, her most loyal of followers, her favorite.
"Don't be mistaken; a scoundrel like you isn't getting any special treatment," she leaned in close, their heated breaths growing more strained as she kept fucking the stranger faster. "A good goddess always bestows her blessing upon those who worship her."
"Can this one handle more of my praise?"
The stranger began to thrust up, ripping out a loud moan. But to his surprise, Hestia matched him, slamming her bottom half into his lap, pinning the stranger's hips to the bed below him. Their noses brushed against each other as their heavy breaths made love between their open lips.
"Worship me as much as you desire."
Hestia sealed the request with a hot kiss as the bed rocked once more, its springs crying out with every bruising slam of her hips into the stranger's hips. She would wring out more and more of his worship, as long as he could keep up. He obviously had more lessons of this mortal pastime to teach her.
She couldn't wait to impart her newfound knowledge to break Bell's hips.
Bell shot up from the bed, in a cold sweat. A chill ran down his spine. He caught his breath.
Rays of moonlight streamed into the room and gleamed off his pale skin as he stood up and poured himself a glass of water. Beads of sweat rolled down his fit young body, streaking down his cut abs. He was stark naked.
He tsked. In the heat of passion, he'd lost track of time.
He wondered if Hestia was asleep still. Looking out into the horizon, the faint tendrils of daylight were beginning the breach the dark expanse of night, the moon in the final act of its nightly performance.
He gulped down another glass and was in the middle of pouring another one when he heard the rustling of bedsheets, and then the warmth of slender arms wrapping around his waist. A purr, and he felt the coolness of a smooth cheek pressed against him from behind. He felt the twitch of an elfin ear.
"I told you skin-to-skin contact was a good idea…"
Despite himself, Bell couldn't help but feel his member begin to harden once more for the umpteenth time that night. He turned around, making the arms at his side fall away.
Ryuu lay sprawled atop the mattress. And just like Bell, she was stark naked.
His eyes widened a bit. Even after hours of venting the tension that had amassed between them from the past several months, Bell still couldn't help but stare in awe at her beauty, how her curves and skin gleamed in the glow of waning moonlight, the blonde locks framing her face mottled with sweat and wads of his seed. A lump formed in his throat as he felt his cock pulse again.
All at once, his worry and slight streak of guilt about Hestia melted away. She'd be fine. This wasn't the first time he hadn't come home either; she understood that sometimes burning the midnight oil was the only way to progress as an adventurer (though Bell also sensed that she was onto him for using that excuse in the past just so he could squeeze out some more "private sessions" with Eina…).
Ryuu's eyes broke from his, as if just realizing how shameless she was being. Her hand shot out for the sheet, pulling it over to cover herself.
"Wh-What's with that look?" Ryuu's voice faltered as her cheeks filled with blush, as if Bell hadn't been deep inside her guts less than an hour ago. "...!"
Ryuu gasped. Bell's hand shot out to grab the arm that was pulling the sheet, his fingers wrapping around her wrist. His grip was firm. She looked up at him, her pulse pounding again. Bell looked down at her with that gentle smile, those caring eyes that glinted like the dew that would crest a rose's petal.
He was…
Not another word and Bell closed the distance between their lips, slipping his body over hers. Within a minute he was coaxing out moans with his fingers, claiming her lips for his own. Within a few breaths, he was inside her.
He was too good…something about this young man thrilled Ryuu so, filled her with such a sense of want that she moaned out his name in the span of a couple strokes…this all felt too good…
Bell agreed.
But as they made love, he still couldn't shake the inkling that Hestia had something awaiting him when he came home...
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