A.N-

What? You guys are still here? Wow. Well, firstly, let me say thanks for waiting as long as you did.

Despite what I said before, I think we all waited a little too long for this chapter. I had more than a little bit of trouble finishing it, that's for sure, and in all honesty, I didn't really want to. I could give you a thousand and one excuses as to why, but I said I wasn't gonna give up on this, and so help me god I'm gonna finish it. Besides, I couldn't just leave my lovely followers hanging without a little something to remind you why you're reading my work in the first place.

Seriously though, thank you for reading, and for sticking around. I know it costs you nothing to keep me in a digital list, but I do appreciate it. Moving on.

Please enjoy what would have been the other half of the previous chapter. Remember to leave your thoughts in the comments, good, bad, or if you just feel the need to slap me on the wrist for my not updating in a year, that works too. I'll talk to you next update, however long that may be.

Morning arrived to shoo away the night and the brilliance of the sun warmed the earth and signified the beginning of a bright new day. Sunlight spilled over the horizon and slipped in through the simple church window.

Tucked away in their bedroom downstairs where the light would never bother them were two bodies lying snuggly together. Tucked and cosy in the bed, they shared the blanket and enjoyed the combined warmth of each other. Bell woke to the feeling Hestia's back against him, his right arm tucked under her, acting as a pillow support, and the soft feeling of her feminine flesh filling his hand and then some. When he tried to pull away, she took hold of his hand and returned it to its proper place upon her chest, not a word passing her smiling lips. With a gentle hesitant squeeze, he acknowledged her wish, at which she giggled ever so softly. He gave a bemused sigh of surrender and his hand was hers to hold.

A magical sense of serenity enveloped them, ushering them back into a light sleep. Bell's mind had all but wondered off, held captive by seductive memories of times passed.

It was Hestia who drifted into consciousness some minutes later. Awake at last, she felt revigorated. Waking with a childish mood about her, and a lovely little wake-up gift from her hormones, the events of last night swirled around in her head still. Bell loved her, and nothing could take that away from her. That thought, among other things, charged her with a lustful energy, and a heated desire to do something with it.

Bell's hand still clasped to her breast, she gleefully noted, Hestia bared the barren cold of the unused area of bed to stretch out her smooth legs. Only just keeping in his warm embrace, the goddess of the hearth slowly pressed her behind to his crotch. He barely stirred from his slumber, his mind was dominated by dreams. While there was no response from Bell, his body answered on his behalf. She delighted in the feeling of his member pressing against her. Her hero wasn't awake, but the part of him she wanted certainly was. She considered it a success all the same. Hestia pressed her shapely behind slightly harder against him and was met with as much resistance. She was surprised by just how much she was feeling behind her, she wasn't expecting so much size from someone of his size. Her disbelief was put aside when she felt a sudden throb from Bell's member. She felt every inch of him pulse, press, and pass over her bare ass. Bell's cock stood at full attention and seemed to demand hers. She was only happy to oblige.

Excitement and a tinge of embarrassment seized her face as she released her hold on Bell's hand and gingerly moved over to his member. Bell made at the touch. Even in the depths of his mind, the touch of a goddess was something of an unrefusable gift of pleasure.

Bell's dream hadn't been the purest of dreams to begin with. His sleeping fantasies had been invaded by the desires of his growing lust. He found himself back at the magical phenomenon that was the Under Resort on the eighteenth floor. More specifically, the hot springs. When Hermes pushed the unexpecting Bell into the watery depths, the vision of all the girls he'd seen burned into his once pure brain. There was little in the way of order to those memories. Simply the vision of women, each beautiful in their own unique way, bathing together as one happy group. Soaking, swaying, bouncing, and in the case of the rare few, actually bathing. The memory had taken on a fantasy when he found himself steadily approaching them.

In the realm of the conscious, Hestia slowly stroked at Bell's member, enjoying the squirming and occasional moaning of her man. Every action rewarded her with a reaction. He was like a furnace in her hand. The heat came off him without end.

Bell didn't quite feel himself. Brave wasn't the word he would use, daring was a close second, but if he had to put it into words, he felt bolder. Danger he could handle, pit him against a minotaur and by Hestia that horned horror was going down, but the crowd of women encompassing him was another story. Before he knew it, the young man was backed against the rocks with every intention of doing something he would never otherwise dare to do. He took Ais by the waist, her luscious body, dripping wet and perfect in every way and held her to his own body; suddenly lacking armour, clothes and his usual jittery demeaner.

Hestia's fingers were glazed with the first licks of Bell's seed, it smeared along his shaft as her hand glided up and down. The Little Rookie was breathing heavy, and If his instincts hadn't taken over before, they certainly had now. The indecisive hand that barely held her breast seemed to switch between random kneading and tightly squeezing her, her nipple was spared nothing from either action. Hestia could barely keep herself still as her suppressed squeals and a symphony of moans. Still, Bell's member kept its sticky treasure from her, unwilling to let loose without more coaxing. As much as Hestia wanted to feel his hot seed, her arm could only reach so far and was getting rather sore. It was time for a new plan of action.

Ais stared at Bell, and met him with anticipation lingering in her golden eyes. Her naked form was something to behold. Her bust was firm and shapely, much the same could be said for her behind as well. That much Bell knew to be true. Years of adventuring had kept her body tight, yet curvy. From his memory, when he had been seen by the girls, she had calmly covered herself and simply waited. Perhaps out of curiosity to see how he'd respond, perhaps holding a small kindle of hope that he'd do the very thing he was dreaming of. Much in the same way she had covered herself, Hestia took obvious pride in her bust, and rightfully so, gladly offering Bell a place in the springs without so much as a moment of hesitation. Lili, sweet little Lili, stood initially in total shock, unable to process what she was seeing and who was seeing her. Ais was different. Bell held her in both arms, she waited, lips inches apart and eager for a kiss. Where he expected lips, he felt nothing. Where he expected nothing, he felt lips.

Having slipped out of Bell's loving grasp, Hestia had moved herself down to his lower half. She stared on at his member, it throbbed in anticipated. Had she stared any longer, the bed would be soaked in her drool. Unsure as how to proceed, she let her eagerness guide her. First was a gentle grip on his cock. Heat continued radiate off him like a woodfire. She smiled; perfect for a hearth.

Ais was gone. His disappointment in this was fleeting, as in her place, with her black hair pushed aside was Hestia down on his member. Envisioning her in such a compromising way was a stretch for his imagination, but it could be done. All the times he saw her laying on his chest, his mind seemed to reach for, only remembering her…lower. And bobbing. Her swaying breasts were the easiest image to conjure. Her bust was always bouncing and swaying, often times right in front of his face, tempting him for a squeeze, only to be press against his chest as she lay back down.

Outside of the confides of his imagination, Hestia was having some trouble deciding on how to procced. Her mouth had only so much saliva to give, and this, to her, seemed a worthy cause. Her tongue ran up his shaft, tasting flesh and salt until she reached the tip. She pulled back as a dollop of cum spread across the tip of her tongue, taken aback somewhat by the taste; and by the sheer lewdness of the act she committed. Despite everything, this was still Bell Cranel she was tasting, the love of her long life, and she was still just Hestia. Confession of love or no, there was a boundary of she wasn't sure she could cross.

"Nnn," mumbled Bell, still caught in the clutches of dreamland, "H… Hestia. That feels…nice."

One small moan more escaped Bell, and the aforementioned boundary disappeared with her hesitations. Resuming at the tip of his cock, Hestia kissed his member, still not sold on the taste, and continued to lovingly gloss it with her tongue.

Caught now between the equally pleasing realms of fantasy and reality, Bell's body felt heavenly.Arather appropriate description, all things considered. Ripples of water ebbed off of Hestia as she crouched in the steamy springs. The other girls, he failed to notice, had disappeared as well. His attention was all hers as her head slid up and down his cock. He gripped at the rocks behind him, while his corporeal hands gripped the bed sheets. Hestia couldn't not notice his reaction, and took a hint of pride in what she could do to him without so much as a lick of experience.

Bell couldn't have hid his enjoyment if he tried. The pleasure stringing along his body was made very clear as he continued to moan and writhe under her touch. He would try and move, and her grip of his pelvis would hold him steady as she moved faster, with more vigour. Both goddess had him this way. Controlled, overpowered, and begging for more.

Hesita didn't care about much else beyond feeling Bell wriggle under her grip. She had considered doing away with the blankets, certainly not needed the warmth, but didn't dare leave her precious Bell-kun for even a moment. She held him and her head moved along it at steadily increasing speed. As she grew more comfortable with the process, she began to toy with the sleeping hero. Her tongue pressed harder against his rigid cock, circling his head whenever she reached the top, and risking a free hand to jerk at the base as her saliva travelled down onto his pelvis. She didn't need to know much about sex to see that he was nearing his limit.

With a pop, she released his member from her the warmth of her mouth. He opened his eyes to look down at her, and a single shot from her dazzling blue eyes was all it took to shake him to his core. She had a power over him, even in a position such as that, he couldn't rid himself of his desire for her. Nor could he ignore the buckling of his legs, and the shuddering that rocked his body from within. Dream Hestia stood, eyes still not leaving his, and with a steady hand, took his member and pressed it to her sex. Bell's desire screamed at him to continue, but just as Hestia smiled at him, his mind reeled from the dream and slammed Bell back into state consciousness.

There was little time for confusion, as a powerful pleasure swept through Bell before he could so much as blink. Finally, he found himself awake as his cock shot a mess of hot cum into Hestia's mouth. The comedown was slow and did little to help his disorientated state. His cock throbbed, spreading the last of his seed and something had a vice like grip of his pelvis, attempting to clean it all up.

"Wha-?" realisation came as Hestia poked her head out from the sheets, revealing the sticky mess they had made, "G-Goddess! What are you doing?"

"Practising," she smiled.

Bell covered his reddening face with both hands. Unsure as to whether he was glad or worried about what he had brought down on himself. All he knew for sure, was that by week's end, they were going to need new sheets.