God of What? 11 (Patreon)

God of What?

Chapter 11

-VB-

While I seduced Hestia and left her wanting for more, I had Yor do the same with Bell.

I mean, I had Hestia. Why not get the “daughter” and complete the set?

Yeah…

Yor wasn’t going to be able to do it as he was. He was just too … dull?

{Irritation.}

Yeah, yeah. I was dull, too, remember? Our second girlfriend needed to bluntly tell me she wanted to go out with us for us to realize she liked us. She laughed at how socially dense we were. Like, fuck, we couldn’t even get half of the jokes people told us to our faces!

{Irritation.}

I guessed that it didn’t change the fact that it irritated you. Whatever.

But that just meant that I was going to have to upgrade you, so get in the pod when you get back today.

{Acknowledged.}

Good finger.

{Fuck you.}

-VB-

That had been an interesting conversation between myselves yesterday.

Dear God (or was it Dear Me?), was I going to be calling myself “our” and “myselves” now like some royal?

… Why not?

I chuckled.

“What are you laughing about?”

I looked down at Hestia who I had on my lap.

“Just something I remembered,” I said as I snaked my arms up from where I had them on her waist and up to her sides.

She shivered as she looked back down while concentrating on the sensation of my fingers and palm on her clothed skin. Tightly clothed skin.

Then I unapologetically slid up and cupped her breasts.

She froze for a second before leaned back into me and wrapped her arms around my neck, which left her breasts open to even more.

“Still not open for sex?” I asked her bluntly as I went from cupping to groping and touching to squeezing.

She moaned even as she shook her head.

“Not yet.”

Yet. What a tantalizing word.

“Ah, is that your way of keeping me on my toes?” I whispered to her as I continued to massage her breasts and got more moans and whimpers out of her.

She squirmed on top of my lap.

And then she finally had enough.

She whirled around, grinding herself on top of me and looked at me with those wide, vulnerable, and glistening eyes.

She wanted it so much.

“You’re an ass!” she hissed at me with tears in her eyes. Then she kissed me.

Soon, we were grinding and pushing against each other. No one’s clothes came off just yet, but it was a close thing.

What wasn’t a close thing was what was happening to Bell and Yor.

-VB-

When Yor went out to try to get Bell aroused, he did not intend for her to literally land on top of him.

She looked down at him with a heavy blush and wide eyes as she froze upon her skin tight pants meeting his bulge.

She sat on top of him, her crotch directly on top of his rock hard dick, and her hands on his perfectly (artificially) sculpted chest.

Bell took a deep breath in and slowly looked down.

Her blush only grew redder when his dick throbbed almost in sync with her eyes landing on her barely clothed self.

Today, Yor had planned on just taking Bell out for a “date” and then “training.” Date had gone well, which he showed her where the cheap goods were, whose shop sold better daggers and swords fit her for size, and leather armorers she might meet.

The training had started well. He taught her some basic stances and maneuvers.

And then he slipped on the grass, and she slipped with him.

Instead of the slow and steady “teacher-student” relationship the Core wanted, this was turning out to be a rom-com. She was sweating from all of the practice just like he was, and neither of them wore a particularly thick shirt in Orario’s humid and hot weather.

Which meant that the shirts they wore may as well not have been there once both of them realized how close they were.

Yor … decided to take a chance.

He raised his hands up and rested them on her thighs.

Bell jolted as she pulled her hands away from his chest and held them close to her chest while looking frantically between her thighs where his hands rested and at him.

“Umm… I…” she stuttered and mumbled.

“Ever been with a man?”

“N-No!”

“Hmm.”

Yor pulled himself up, and while sitting up even with her on his lap, he loomed over her.

“Do you think I would make a good man for an adventuress?”

She looked up at him, and he was reminded why she would have gotten the “rabbit” nickname. Bell looked just like a paralyzed rabbit staring at a snake about to devour her.

Well…

There were more than one meaning of devouring…

But Yor opted not to. As the Core always liked to say “push too hard and get pushed back just as hard.”

This “contact” was good enough for Yor to get a gauge on her, and she wasn’t pulling away.

In fact, he noticed that she was holding herself very still even though her muscles were twitching to do a certain move on top of him.

Curiosity was holding her in place.

Like goddess, like child.

He scoffed and let her off but not before giving her a wink. “We’ll keep this a secret between us.”

She nodded almost mindlessly before she blushed again and started to cover herself. Sure, she wasn’t the “big badaboom boom” - again, Core - like Hestia, but she was cute.

And cute was justice.