God of What? 10 (NSFW) (Patreon)

God of What?

Chapter 10 (NSFW)

-VB-

It worked out better than I expected because Hestia didn’t stop doing what she was doing before.

Namely, she did not moderate her movements. In fact, she made sure I saw her.

And my oh my, she showed how much she appreciated our last kiss. So much so that she was almost distracted from Bell’s achievement in the dungeon!

Speaking of which…

“You picked out a really good adventurer, huh?” I asked her as, while I was fully aware of what happened thanks to my connection with Yor, it was another to hear it from the perspective of the adventurer in question.

Bell regaled us with story about her kills: a trio of goblins. They attacked her when Yor wasn’t looking for a moment (because he was glaring at a bunch of other adventurers passing by while wolf-whistling at Bell). She took a few lessons he gave her to heart, though, and managed to down one by herself before Yor’s attention had snapped back to her.

And with his instructions, she killed the other two with ease.

Both of us gods listened as Bell and Yor talked about their adventure down in the First Floor. Yor talked about how Bell needed to keep her toes bouncing. She was excitable but lacked the actual experience to make use of it. So I, through Yor, kept her leashed as much as I could.

Being a girl, she was a target waifu, and I was not going to let the waifu die due to stupidity or inexperience.

Hestia was happy that Bell had help.

And when the two of them went back to the dungeons the day after, I gave Hestia a knowing grin.

The pouting and blushing goddess - beautiful goddess with tits worth their weight in gold - glared at me for a moment before her eyes got slightly watery as she straightened her back and met my gaze more fully.

I didn’t need more invitation than that.

I leaned down to her and kissed her on the lips.

Hestia moaned again as I gave her the same treatment as yesterday, and soon, she was gripping and pulling at my shirt as I gave her tongue a dance.

While she tried to hold onto me, I did the same. My arms wrapped around her back and head, and I held her close to me as I deepened the kiss and left her panting when we parted.

Then I took a risk and scooped her up. She squeaked as I carried her up the stairs and into my room. After laying her down with her leg dangling from the edge of the bed, I leaned down and pushed my entire body against her, including my bulging crotch against her barely covered crotch.

Her breath hitched as I ground myself against her while kissing.

And hesitantly but surely, she reciprocated the gesture. She moaned and gasped as her own hips ground back against me, and soon, we were rutting at each other like bewitched animals high on sex.

Because we were animals high on sex hormones.

I pulled back and gave her a knowing grin while she glared up at me, accusing me silently of corrupting her.

“Wanna do it?” I asked her plainly, and she jolted as if she just got doused in cold water.

The previous highs suddenly melted away from her eyes and face, and she looked away. “I’m … not ready for that.”

But the way she gripped me told me how much she wanted to just let loose. However, even a one-child goddess like Hestia had pride in who and what she was. To fall so easily to a god? Only after two days?

She had more self-respect than that!

And I rather liked that, if only because I knew I would watch Hestia battle her own lust inside herself while I kept throwing oil into that fire.

Sooner or later, she would break, and a virgin goddess would be underneath me, begging for my dick.

“Alright,” I responded to her before giving her another searing kiss. When I broke the kiss, I left her utterly dazed and lightly panting for air. “I won’t push you that far if you don’t want it.” And kissed her again while grinding myself against her. She ground back even as she whimpered and kissed me in return. When I broke the kiss again this time, she looked lost. She said no even though she wanted it, but she held her ground nonetheless because she wouldn’t disrespect herself like that. “But you already said yes to kissing.”

And I kept kissing her.

By the time I stopped, Hestia looked like she did have sex, and from her perspective, she had something close to sex: a man grinding against her crotch and clit and orgasming at least twice while kissing that man.

It was, factually, not sex because it was not a sexual intercourse.

In spirit, though?

She was one step closer to throwing that pesky “virgin” part of her title.