A wet smack of lips was punctuated by a hiccuping gasp as the stranger peeled his lips off of hers. Hestia's head fell back onto the wall behind her. She shut her eyes and let out a mewl. She could only lean against the wall and take it, one arm draped around his shoulder as another held a limp grip around the wrist of his right arm.
The stranger was kissing her neck now, his breaths heavy as he sucked in her scent. His left hand roamed up and down her side, giving her appreciative squeezes and gropes through the fabric of her dress. Hestia goaded him on when the mewl in her throat escalated into a long moan.
How long had she been here, letting this man treat her like this? Letting his hands and his lips go where he pleased, uncaring of her shame, of her dignity?
It seemed like the door had shut behind them only moments ago; Hestia didn't even have a chance to take in the room or say anything before a large hand had shot out to her shoulder and pinned her against the nearest wall, not a word shared between them as he claimed her for his own. It was all so dizzying, so overpowering. It didn't matter if it was moments or minutes anymore. In her state, it was all just too good for any sort of protest or complaint, all the tensions she'd endured for the past weeks melting away with every kiss, every grope…and every pump of his fingers inside her.
"A-Ahn…!" Hestia choked out, her hips bucking towards him. The hand she had around his wrist gripped a bit tighter, pushing his fingers deeper into her needy pussy.
Her white panties were banded around her thighs, her arousal staining it in clear strings that dribbled with every shove of the man's fingers inside her heat. Hestia didn't know if he had kissed her first or had started fingering her first, but of course, at this point, she didn't give a damn.
Her eyes shot open when she felt a tug at her left arm. She looked down and saw the stranger looking up at her, that malicious grin spread on his lips as he caught the blue string that encircled her midsection between his teeth. He jerked his head back and untied the knot in an instant, letting the ribbon fall to the ground. In the next moment he brought a hand up to peel aside her dress, one of her ample breasts spilling, her pink nipple caught by his mouth.
"...!"
Hestia's voice was lost in the wheeze that followed his actions. Once again she let her head fall back onto the wall as the pleasure overwhelmed her. It must have been the ovulation or the dry spell, because even in those passionate nights with Bell, Hestia had never felt this good before. That fact only made her giddier, the noises tumbling out of her throat growing more desperate as he began to suck on her other tit with savoring flicks of his tongue.
The fingers inside her began to curl, each upwards pump of his wrist hitting a spot that Hestia didn't even know she possessed. She tightened the grip she had on the man's shoulders. He moaned into her breasts. For the next several minutes, there was nothing but the lewd and slick sounds of fingers plunging into Hestia's folds and of a stranger's lips lavishing her chest
Hestia's vision went a bit hazy as every second unraveled the tension that had plagued her so. She succumbed to it all faster than she'd like to admit; she'd only met this man less than an hour ago and he was already making her come undone, her breath rasping out in desperate begs, the heat at the base of her loins bubbling over-
"A-Ah…yes!"
A thud echoed out as Hestia knocked her head back again. She came, her lips opening wide as a breathless series of gasps wracked her frame in tandem with the pure heat that seared through her nerves. She didn't bother holding back her voice as she rode out the climax, spots forming in her vision as the waves crested and crashed through her with a force that made her knees weak.
The stranger rose up, withdrawing the fingers from between her legs, their absence making her pussy throb. A string of spit bridged his lips to her chest for a moment as he looked down on her, bringing his hand to her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moment ended with the sear of a hot kiss. Hestia moaned, pushing her tongue past his teeth, the taste of mead still coating his tongue. They made out with a ferocity that matched their hands, her gloved fingers sliding and groping into his hard muscle, his own weathered palms spreading out to grip onto her petite rump.
They shared rough kiss after rough kiss as the stranger eased her off the wall, stumbling in blind backwards steps until the back of Hestia's legs hit the edge of the bed. He tore himself from her mouth. Hestia's tongue still reached for him as he ripped her arms off his neck and gave her a rough push onto the bed.
Hestia looked up at the man by sitting up on her forearms, the lamplight of the room making their skin glow a fiery orange as their eyes remained locked. He tore his shirt off, her mouth going dry at the sight of his chiseled body. Hestia was compelled to follow his lead, and she slipped her arms through the openings in her dress, pushing it down to crumple around her belly. She didn't have a chance to take it all off before the stranger unbuckled his belt, and with a shove, pushed off his trousers and his undergarments in one go.
Hestia's eyes widened. The sight of the stranger's cock froze her in place. Granted, she knew Bell was still a young boy, but even so, she never figured she'd come face to face with such a well-endowed mortal. A lump formed in her throat. Her breaths became more excited. A ray of moonlight glinted off the bead of precum on the tip of his prick, its veiny length twitching, a slight curve making it point upward.
The merchant chuckled, his fist wrapped around himself as he pumped. He jointed her on the bed, looking down at his prize with a lick of his lips as he got closer to her, shuffling forward on the sheets with one knee at a time.
"One would think a goddess wouldn't be so easily impressed."
The comment broke Hestia out of her reverie, and she met his eyes with a glare. The blush on her cheeks gave her away.
"D-Don't be so quick to presume I am feeling something that I'm n- ah!"
Hestia was interrupted by the stranger's hand shooting out to the panties still wrapped around her thighs. Despite herself, Hestia aided his efforts, pulling back one leg to slip out of the garment. Neither bothered to slide it off her other leg as it dangled off her ankle. His hands kept her legs spread open for him, her bare pussy glistening in a silent beckon for him.
The merchant closed the distance between them and he let his cock slap onto the top of Hestia's slick outer lips. In an instant, the glare in her eyes melted away as he began to slide his length against her. Its tip reached well past her bellybutton. She gulped. It wasn't until now that she realized how much taller and stronger she was than her. Her gloved fingers dug into the bedsheets.
She could only watch, entranced at the monster that throbbed against her tiny body. Letting out a desperate whine. Once again the stranger chuckled before one of his hands gripped her side, his other clamped around the base of his shaft.
"Apologies for assuming then, goddess. On my word as a merchant," the stranger pulled himself back, his throbbing manhood now poised right in front of Hestia's wetness. His cockhead wedged itself between her lips. Hestia's heart pounded. "...you will be impressed."
Another breath and the stranger shoved himself into her. Hestia let out a silent scream, throwing her head back as he filled her, and kept filling her until she felt as if he was poking at the bottom of her lungs. She struggled to breathe out, her hands pulling at the sheets below her.
Not another moment passed before his hips pulled back, each centimeter of his retreat sending sparks of wet delicious friction through her body. Not another moment after that, and he snapped forward again, his cock stuffing her to her brim with a shove that ripped out another collective yelp from both of them.
Hestia's hands readjusted their grip as the stranger let himself pulse in her depths. She looked up at him as he gritted his teeth, his dark eyes hungry he found his own grip around her tiny waist. Her thumbs almost met in the middle. Hestia had but a moment to see their connection, eyes widening once more when she realized he was only halfway inside of her.
Not another moment and the stranger began to thrust. Every long savorous pull was followed with a hollowing push. Each one making Hestia's eyelids flutter, her arms growing weaker. She could feel him continue to push into her deeper as the cycle continued; out and in, and in, and in, each subsequent swing of the stranger's hips growing faster, growing harder.
The bed was beginning to creak as a rhythm was established. Hestia was starting to see spots again as she felt filled in a way that she'd never expected to ever feel. Her arms had long since grown too weak to hold her up anymore, and she lay on her back, biting into her lip, her hands gripping the bedsheets right next to her head.
The stranger still had the courtesy to give little pauses, alternating the pace to give longer inwards pushes of his shaft, stretching her out to his liking. They would share hot looks as he did so, Hestia's lips feeling empty without his. She felt the heat inside her mount, every move of his hips feeling better than the last.
It was in the middle of a volley of thrusts that he reared his hips all the way back until only his tip remained inside of her before he gave a shove so mighty that her entire body was pushed up on the sheets. Their skin clapped. Hestia squealed. An orgasm ripped through her within an instant as the stranger hilted himself, his balls kissing the crack of her rump.
She arched her back towards him, shuddering out cries of bliss as wave after wave of heat rendered her waking mind into naught but a conduit to channel her carnal pleasure.
The merchant didn't stop his thrusts.
Even as she endured her orgasm, the stranger tunneled into her deep, hissing through clenched teeth at how tight she was. She felt him adjust his grip on her body, feeling his fingers entrench themselves into her slim waist. Now that he was balls-deep, his pace turned into long strokes of his hips, each inwards push knocking at a spot inside Hestia that made her toes curl.
There wasn't time for pauses or little respites where they could look into each other's eyes and bodies to catch a breath. Now, there was only time for fucking.
Another climax made Hestia's head tilt back until her scalp touched the bed, her body pushing up towards the ceiling. The moans she let out echoed across the entire room. She felt all the wound-up heat inside of her melt away in explosive bursts of heat, every knock of his bulbous head deep in her guts making her see stars.
Faster and faster, the stranger pounded into her. Hestia's breasts shook and flew about with every clap of their skin. The grip around her waist pulled her into him, making her meet his hips harder, lifting her bottom half off the bed. He was effortless in how he handled her small frame, making it clear the muscles that stretched the darkness of his skin weren't just for show.
Hestia choked out gasps for air as this went on, her world spinning in streaks of white as she felt her insides formed to his liking, molded to the shape of his manhood.
All of a sudden, the flurry of thrusts stopped in a sudden pause. Hestia felt his hands leave her waist, dropping her to the bed. The springs beneath her let out a sound as he shifted his weight. The respite let Hestia catch shuddering breaths, her overstimulated body decompressing if only for a moment. The stranger's hand shot to her wrists then, and before Hestia could comprehend his intentions, the moment ended, and he resumed stuffing her with his fat cock.
"...!"
A wordless noise escaped Hestia's mouth as she felt his cock ream her. Her gloved fingers were helpless to do anything as he pulled hard on her arms, using them to drag Hestia into his bucking hips, his own fingers clamped tight into the fabric of her gloves. Her arms caged her hefty breasts now, squeezing them between her upper arms to accentuate their size, every back and forth swing of hips making them jiggle and fly about in wild swings.
Harder, and harder, and harder, the stranger rutted Hestia. It wouldn't take long until Hestia would have another orgasm that reduced her into nothing but a shuddering and squealing beast in heat; all her sense of reason melted away in the onslaught of being stuffed to the brim.
Not long after that, Hestia could feel the stranger's drives turn into rapid bucks, every push of his hips growing faster than the last. There wasn't a rhythm now as he drove into her, raced to his own finish. She could feel the throbs inside her snug pockets, hear his groans grow louder.
She cracked her eye open as another orgasm rocked her, her inner muscles squeezing tighter than ever around him as he drove in and in and i-
"A-Agh…goddess…!"
The stranger threw his head back, moaning out into the ceiling as he shoved himself to his hilt, the throbs of his cock swelling out against Hestia's tightness, stealing her breath. The stranger gripped her wrists so hard she swore he would leave welts.
He came. That feeling that Hestia had craved every single day for the past month burst forth in a wellspring of sticky heat, globules of it splattering against the inner walls of her womb. Her eyes rolled into her head at the sensation of it. It was almost as if she could feel her fertile eggs throbbing to meet with his seed, her pussy milking him for everything he could give. She drowned in the overwhelming sense of bliss, the humbling feeling of what a mortal woman would feel.
Shot after shot of cum shot inside of Hestia, each one melting away the tension and aching need that had plagued her. The sensation was more than enough to bring Hestia over the edge once more, her body seizing up as her vision spun into pure white.
Hestia slipped back into consciousness with a moan.
The merchant's hips were moving again.
As if he had never finished, the stranger's shaft was still erect and rock-hard inside of her. She could feel it sliding in and out of her, each drag causing more sparks to rouse her into waking life, her heart to once again ramp up its pace.
Hestia let out a squeak, a strange sensation making her open her eyes. The stranger was sucking on her toes, both of her legs bundled together, her dainty feet poised in front of his face. She couldn't help but flush at how he lavished them with his lips, with his tongue, the strange sensation of her toes popping in and out of his mouth.
All the while, he gave languid thrusts of his hips, the slow slides of his cock churning up the load he'd just planted inside of her. With a bite of her lip Hestia could feel the wads of cum clinging to the insides of her slickness, feel how they were pushed back into her womb, feel them webbing and coating along her folds.
She wanted more.
Hestia lay there, practically naked with her dress a crumple of white around her waist, her arms limp to the sides of her head, her black hair spilling down parallel to her petite frame with her hairclips still bundling them in their respective tails, ample breasts glistening with the leftover sheen of the stranger's spit, she could see him drinking in the sight of her. She could feel him grow more and more excited, feel his eyes roaming her naked skin to trace the beads of sweat that roamed it.
When those eyes met hers, her own looked into his and told him what she wanted.
She lifted her arms, hands reaching out for him, haggard breaths keeping her plump lips agape.
Within seconds and the stranger's hips were pounding Hestia into the bed. She screamed into his mouth as he stuffed hers with his tongue. Once again the carnal madness took over every fiber of Hestia's body. Her legs were pinned by the trunks of his arms, his elbows locked against the back of her knees, her spit-stained heels pointed towards the ceiling.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
In this position the stranger's unrelenting hips gave loud echoes with every downwards buck. Cum from his previous orgasm was scooped out by his swollen tip; she could feel a sticky mess spurt and splatter out of her with every receding pull.
Hestia came, shuddering as the stranger kept plowing into her with zero regards for anything else other than stuffing her full of him over and over and over again. Her arms crossed behind his neck, keeping his lips on hers. They weren't kissing so much as they were just keeping their mouths smashed together, sharing loud grunts and moans and exhales in a hot knot of tongues as spit dribbled out onto Hestia's cheeks.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
The stranger wrenched himself from her mouth, burying his face into her sweaty neck as he kept reaming her for all she was worth. Without his tongue to gag her, the stranger let Hestia's uncontrollable moans echoed out in the room second only to the fleshy rhythm of the bottom of her thighs being smacked raw by the stranger's muscle.
There was no doubt that whoever was nearby could hear it all as the entire bed shook and rattled, its frame creaking as the stranger's conquest of Hestia grew rougher, his feet entrenching themselves into the sheets to press her deeper into a mating press. His cock curved up into her baby pocket and struck that deep spot in her that had Hestia squealing through another orgasm, pace and the intensity reaching a fever pitch as her climaxes seemed to chain into an unending tide of toe-curling bliss.
Hestia felt helpless under the overpowering weight of the stranger's burly frame. She couldn't move an inch, couldn't do anything except lie there with her legs in the air and her body bent in half and take every drive from his hips. His groans of pleasure only amplified the rutting he gave her, the low rumbles of his voice vibrating into her chest, hot right against her ear. Her gloved hands gripped into his shoulders for dear life.
"M-More!" Hestia choked out, her voice almost barely audible above the din of their rough fucking. "Please give me more, you scoundrel…anghch…aaAAHHH!"
Hestia came once again before she could say anything else. Her voice turned into wheezing and voiceless whimpers as he rocked her world with a successive barrage of fast thrusts, his tip battering against the entrance to her womb. As she shut her tear-filled eyes, she heard his shameless groans grow more discordant, felt the pulsing of his manhood.
He cursed next to her ear, his sweaty cheek pressed against her sweaty cheek.
"I'll give you ungh! -more, goddess…!" the stranger's words were struggling to slip between the gaps of his grunts of effort, the ragged breaths. "I'll give you as ah! much as you…ngh! -want, just fucking TAKE IT!"
Hestia clenched her teeth in the next few minutes, the stranger's leaden weight pummeling her into the sheet, driving into her at a strength that made her mind go blank. She came again and again, each orgasm spraying out between the sticky mess of her colliding bodies until the stranger tumbled into his own with a roar.
One final buck of his hips, and the merchant came. He pulled his head back after the first splurt of cum, smashing his mouth against hers. Their collective yelps and grunts echoed into each other's throats as he pinned her down to inseminate her once more, rope after rope after rope of spunk barreling into her womb, coating her insides in sticky heat.
The stranger's arms unhooked from the bottom of her legs as he kept giving slow pumps of his hips, ensuring that he stuffed his load as deep into her as possible. Hestia wrapped those legs around his back.
They kept making out as they shared the bliss of climax. Hestia was enthralled with how much of his seed pooled inside of her. He had reached his peak only twice and yet as cum began to bubble and spurt out of her in sticky dribbling streams, it was evidence he had filled her with more seed than Bell ever could.
He was still hard.
Hestia's eyes opened a crack as she kissed the stranger back. Both of their climaxes had tapered out now. He would pull back his head slightly so they could breathe in gulps of air, tongues still twisting and sliding between them before their mouths locked once more.
Soon her hips would give little upwards thrusts, her cum-laden folds giving intentful squeezes around him. His eyes opened and Hestia looked deep into them, a silent goad. She felt him smile against her mouth. She grinned back, feeling his hips begin to speed up, a sigh hissing past her nostrils as their kisses grew more hungry.
A few minutes later and Hestia bore the brunt of her umpteenth orgasm, choking out moans as the stranger's cock reamed her for all she was worth.
Hestia was on her side now, supporting herself on her arm as he split her open in deep strokes of his shaft. Her left leg was propped up against his chest. She looked up at him, her bangs sticking to her forehead, fringes sticking to her cheeks in sweat, her eyes glistening with the desperate twinkle of tears. She bit back a squeal as the stranger's hand gave a rough grope to her flopping tits, his thumb striking sparks of bliss inside her with the way he rubbed at her nipple.
She felt his hand's grip tighten around her leg, his weight shifting. The adjustment drove him deeper into her, coaxing out more squeals, forcing out another climax. Her eyelids fluttered at the madness that took full hold of her, her head lolling back. To think that this was the pleasure she had denied for herself all these centuries…to think a mere mortal was able to bestow this much bliss…loath she was to admit it, she could now see why this was Freya's preferred hobby.
She looked up at the man, half-lidded eyes wandering down the expanse of his dark skin; the sweat streaking down his chiseled chest, his cut abs, the burly arms that made his claiming of her effortless, the fat cock that sunk into her over and over and over… With the light of the inn room glistening off of him, in that moment the nameless merchant looked like divinity itself, an embodiment of desire that rivaled even the most lecherous of Gods.
"Impressed yet, goddess?" the stranger said, that cocky smirk on his face. His words slid through the cracks of gritted teeth, the sweat and the furrow of his brow telling of his effort that his confidence veiled. "You want to be mmn! -filled with my kids again?"
Hestia was in no mood for banter.
"Just k-keep pounding me, bastard," Hestia couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. She felt the onset of yet another climax. She panted like a beast in heat, the delirious need of her base urges manifesting in the lewd expression twisting on her flushed face. "Keep filling me, d-don't ahnn! st-stop until you're empty, or I won't forgive you!"
With a roar, the stranger obliged her.
His hips flew into her with a speed and force that had Hestia's body go limp, her existence one continuous orgasm as this man rearranged her guts to his liking. The entire room rang out with the discordant echoes of Hestia being bred for all she was worth, the fleshy claps of their sweaty skin a chaotic rhythm to the duet of their yelps and curses. Hestia's tongue hung out of her lips as the hand at her breast shot out to her neck, gripping it and holding her head upright. She choked out pleads for more, her mind blank for anything other than the need for more of this stranger's cock, more of his cum.
"Ngghrahhhh!"
The stranger threw his head back as his hips gave one last frenzied volley of bucks before he filled her once again with buckshot after buckshot of viscous spunk, globules of thick cum swelling up in Hestia's baby pocket. He filled her up so much that most of his load bubbled out of her cunt to join the sticky mess of the previous load staining their legs, pooling out onto the bed in a gooey puddle of white.
Hestia felt him let go of her leg when it was all over. Her body still twitched, her nerves fried from the sheer heat that had coursed through her. She felt him slide his cock out of her, the shaft popping out of her snug tightness like a cork, churned-up loads shooting out of her spread lips. She lay there, spread-eagle, feeling his eyes on her as she panted, her tongue still hanging out of her mouth, a wild smile on her face. Cum dribbled out of her in an unending stream.
She still had her dress banded around her belly, the ribbon that would usually hold its collar up now just strung around her bare neck, her gloves and her hairties still in place. But even with most of her usual clothes still adorning her, Hestia looked and felt like nothing but a two-bit whore, some cheap cumdump in Orario's seediest corners of the red-light district.
But she had taken all the punishment for free, her only payment being the large amounts of a stranger's seed swelling in her womb.
Something about that made Hestia's delirious smile go wider. This was what she had needed. She felt at peace for the first time in weeks.
That didn't mean she didn't grow excited when she felt fingers at her entrance, scooping cum back inside her, or moan out when she felt lips wrap around her sweaty nipples to give gentle suckles. When the stranger found her lips with a gentle kiss, she kissed him back with an appreciative vigor, soft sighs exchanged with soft sighs. Their noses brushed together as their heads shifted, tongues teasing past the outer boundary of lips.
He pulled back and they shared a look. Hestia could feel his cock against her skin, giving idle throbs against her belly. He was as hard as ever, and once again she felt the heat at the base of her loins stoked into a flame.
"Feeling better, goddess?"
Hestia gave a small grin.
"...a little, I must admit."
She felt a hand reach up to play with her breasts, a little gasp escaping her as he rolled around a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Good. Now you know to trust a merchant's word."
Hestia couldn't help but giggle at that, reaching down and running her fingers atop his length. She felt it pulse at the feeling of her glove's fabric against his sensitive prick.
"I wouldn't be so sure of myself," she blinked, an uncharacteristic husky quality taking over her voice. "You've barely given me the chance to test it."
The stranger chuckled, pulling back his hips. Hestia bit her lip as she felt his manhood push against her folds. She was aching for him again.
"We have all night, don't we? I'm sure I can whittle down that resolve of yours within the hour."
"Don't you know 'tis foolish for a mortal to try and best a God?"
"I don't know a lot of things," he earned a sharp gasp when he slipped himself inside her again. "Maybe you can teach me after you're done testing me, goddess."
Hestia wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper.
"It will have to wait."
She pulled him in for another kiss, and soon the bed began to creak under their efforts as Hestia continued her test.
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