Power Corrupts: A Break from the Road (ch. 50) (Patreon)

I didn't have dreams anymore. I noticed it a while ago, back when I had been unable to shake off the habit of sleeping. Ever since I became the Gamer, I lost the ability to dream. It was just like turning a light switch on or off. But, on a plus side, it meant that I couldn't have nightmares.

Opening my eyes, I felt like a weight had been removed from me despite the fact an actual weight was pressing down on me as Hestia snoozed on top of me. Sleeping was unnecessary and a waste of around eight hours or so, but it was fantastic for resetting your mood. There might be some invisible well-rested bonus because I felt better than I had in a while.

It was just a break from having to deal with, what felt like, every problem in the kingdom. Because I knew that Riften was going to be a dumpster fire too. The Thieves Guild was in that city, so Nocturnal probably was too, so there could be some kind of… struggle in the shadows, or something. But I didn't have to worry about that right now. Right now, my biggest concern was how I was going to pop my back with Hestia laying on top of me.

"Hmm…" Hestia hummed in contentment, revealing that she was awake but ignorant of my plight as she snuggled into me. But since she was awake, there was nothing stopping me from pushing one side up so that she slid off of me with a surprised noise. Then she made one of disgust when my spine readjusted itself. "Gross!" She accused, before yawning and stretching.

In response, I popped the other side of my back and let out a small groan of relief. "Can't help it. I'm not used to sleeping on my stomach. Or sleeping anymore," I told her, shifting so I was looking at Hestia. Her hair was a bit devilish, and her white dress was a bit wrinkled, but she seemed well-rested. It seems that sleep reset her mood as well.

"Sorry, but I was too comfy," Hestia informed, offering a smile as she settled into the bed. "What time is it?"

A quick mental check later, I answered, "It's just past noon. So, we slept for about six hours," I informed, getting a low grumble from Hestia in response.

"Lydia is going to get mad. I just fixed my sleep schedule, too," Hestia muttered with a sigh, but it sounded like she wasn't too broken up about it. "But we should get up," she pointed out, looking at me(,) but she made no move to do so. Her blue eyes stared up at me as I also failed to roll out of bed.

"Yeah, probably," I agreed before I reached out with the arm that wasn't pinned underneath me, earning a giggle from Hestia as I drew her in close. Her eyes closed as she tilted her head up, leaving it to me to tilt my head down to place a kiss on her lips. Hestia’s breath tickled my cheek as she inched forward, trying to close whatever distance was between us.

She pulled back after a minute, blinking as a blush covered her face. She licked her lips as she looked up at me, “My lips are all tingly,” Hestia informed, her breathing deepening as her eyes grew cloudy with lust.

Enhanced Saliva was working its magic, I figured. A perk that turned my saliva into a mild aphrodisiac that enhanced sensitivity. And now was probably the best time to test out a few other perks I had picked up. Though, controlling my fertility wouldn’t mean much with Hestia considering that gods couldn’t have kids.

“That so?” I murmured, a hand dipping down to her waist. With complete ease, I lifted Hestia up, placing her over me. She flushed at how easily I could handle her, or it was because she knew exactly what I had planned. Now that I was laying on my back, my thumbs hooked around the edges of her panties before I slid them down her smooth creamy legs. Hestia kicked them off, sending them flying across the room before she scooted forward, a small streak of dampness on my chest where she sat for the briefest of moments.

With Hestia sitting on my face, her hands using the headboard to brace herself, I dragged my tongue over her slit and I heard her moan deeply. Her thighs clamped down on the sides of my head as I began to eat her out in earnest, the taste of her heavy on my tongue, and her sweet pants of pleasure were like music however muffled they might be.

“I missed you,” Hestia told me, her voice filled with need as her juices began to pour out of her. Her walls clamped down on my tongue as it invaded her pussy, trying to milk it for cum, only to be rewarded in another way. I felt the tell-tale signs of Hestia’s near orgasm already. Either the aphrodisiac part of the perk was an understatement or Hestia was massively sensitive towards it. Or she could just be backed up.

I couldn’t respond with words given that my mouth was preoccupied, so I answered with action. Arching my tongue, I used my enhanced strength to drag the tip over a spot I knew she loved. Almost instantly, her warm wet walls clamped down on my tongue like a vice as Hestia shuddered above me. Even still, I continued my ministrations, lapping up her juices, and dragging out her pleasure by tweaking her clit.

Hestia’s hands went down to my hair, grabbing handfuls of it as she ground her pussy against my mouth as she came. A powerful orgasm and the first one to come. All the while, I explored every inch of her with my tongue, intent on putting the aphrodisiac everywhere I could. I heard her moan my name, already pushing her towards her second orgasm in under a minute. By now, with my experience coaxing orgasms out of Hestia on top of my perks, nothing less was acceptable.

The second orgasm seemed to slam into her with physical force judging by how she moaned deeply, folding over until her head rested against the headboard. Her body trembled above me, and she would have collapsed if it wasn’t for my hands keeping her up. But even still, I kept lapping away at her pussy -- intent to plunder her depths with my tongue.

“Jericho, I’m-!” Hestia shouted, cutting herself off with another moan as a third orgasm slammed into her. This one the most powerful of the three. Juices covered my tongue as she squirted, her nectar dripping from my chin and along my neck. Hestia swayed to the side, falling on the bed in a heap as her chest heaved for breath.

Wiping my chin with the back of my hand, I drank in the sight of Hestia -- her groin was flushed, covered in a wet shine. Beads of sweat formed on her milky skin and trailed down with every breath she took. My cock strained against my pants, wedged to the side, but unlike all the times before, I was an actual superhuman. A thread popped in my jeans and more would have followed if I hadn't hastily pulled them off.

Hestia let out a giggle as I narrowly avoided ruining a pair of pants as she rolled onto her back. A hand-dipped between her legs, two fingers spreading her lower lips -- bright pink with a drop of arousal dripping from her. There was a coy smile tugging at her lips and the sight about drove me wild. Reaching out, I grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her closer to the edge of the bed, causing her dress to scrunch up, and Hestia giggled again. Excitement shone in her eyes and she was drunk on pleasure.

Any tolerance she had built up was outpaced by my perks and growing skill. She didn't stand a chance.

The tip of my cock pressed against her entrance and both of us let out a low groan as I slowly sank inside of her. Her folds gripped my length, both so very warm and so very wet. Hestia’s back arched as her jaw continued to drop as I sank deeper and deeper into her until I bottomed out. She let out a low moan and her walls massaged my unyielding length, an orgasm already sweeping through her.

“T-That perk m-might be a bit t-too strong,” Hestia informed, trembling like a leaf as she limply allowed me to undress her. Her breasts sprung free, her nipples were pebbled, so perked up that they defied gravity. A hand enveloped one, a thumb and a forefinger tweaking them and I was rewarded with a breathless moan.

“Oh?” I muttered, my voice low and husky as I drank in the sight of my goddess. I hadn’t moved beyond the initial penetration, but Hestia looked like an absolute mess.

She swallowed thickly, “I can… feel you more?” Hestia tried to explain, “And I feel really sensitivvvveeee!” Hestia screeched as I slowly dragged my length out of her. Her back arched as she threw her head back and moaned senselessly. A smile tugged at my lips, my hand falling from her breast to run over her stomach, my other going to her waist to keep her in place.

Yeah, I could believe it. But I couldn’t say that I didn’t like it.

My hips found a slow rhythm, her walls fighting to keep me inside of her with each thrust. Hestia gripped the covers. Her legs hooked around my waist as her toes curled -- more than the sex, that sight of her absolutely losing her mind pushed me towards the edge. Two weeks of no release, not even a wet dream to take the edge off, my balls were aching.

In record time for me, I blew my lid. Any other time I would have felt ashamed with just how fast I had cum, but I couldn’t bring myself to. Hestia moaned as her womb was filled to the absolute brim. It was less than I thought it would be after saving up for two weeks, but that was more because the pipes needed to be cleared. The next load would be bigger, experience taught me that.

Her walls milked me for every drop, doing whatever they could to put more in an already filled to bursting womb. Hestia trembled, shaking as she came hard once again. Yeah, Hestia was right -- maybe the perk was a bit strong. She had always been quick to please, but compared to the progress she made, it was like she was a virgin in over her head again.

“Hey, hey!” I heard a woman’s voice call out before the door swung open fast enough that it bounced off the door behind it. Despite being caught midway through an orgasm, I was ready for a fight. Every muscle tensed, including the one balls deep in Hestia, as I looked over. Dibella stood in the doorway, a wide smile on her face that was a tad too fierce to be real. Behind her was Lydia, who looked like she was frozen mid-attempt at dragging the Goddess of Love and Beauty away from kicking open the door.

"I knew it! I so knew it! Do you really think you could hide such tender love from me?!" Dibella shouted challengingly, barging in the room. The sound roused Hestia from her stupor, or maybe it was the strangled sound that Lydia made when Dibella unfurled her robe and dropped it to the floor without a care.

I saw her naked before, but I had been annoyed rather than horny. Dibella was absolutely stunning in every definition of the word. She was that girl when she passed by, you couldn't help but glance over your shoulder. And she was coming right at me with the intent to jump on my dick.

"W-W-What are you doing?!" Hestia shouted, aghast as she covered her breasts, shifting so I pulled out of her to spill cum onto the bed covers and floor. That stopped Dibella cold in her steps. She tilted her head as she looked between me and Hestia, clearly caught off guard.

"I can't join?" She pouted, giving the two of us what I could only describe as puppy dog eyes. They were oddly more effective considering that she was completely nude as she shifted from foot to foot in anticipation. Lydia wasn't staring blankly anymore, but waited for an answer as well. She was blushing down all the way to her toes, I was betting.

Hestia sputtered at the request, or rather how casual it was. She shouldn't have because Dibella seized the initiative and skipped over. Hestia looked panicked as Dibella jumped on the bed with a smile on her face as she took one of Hestia's hands into hers. "Love is something beautiful and pure, Hestia. Some think that it can only be shared between two people, but that isn’t so."

Dibella inches forward, resting her head in the nook of Hestia's neck as the both of them looked up at me. "It can only be shared between two people when their hearts aren't large enough to accept more into it. And that's fine. It's beautiful as well, but neither you nor Jericho have small hearts," Dibella said, a slow smile spreading on her face as Hestia was completely and utterly sucked into her pace. "He loves you. Completely and utterly. Ah, don't be embarrassed!" Dibella said when I shifted awkwardly.

Because it was awkward. In the grand scheme of things, Hestia and I hadn't known each other that long. Not even two months. It's just… way back when I had my first girlfriend, who had taken my virginity, I was convinced I was madly in love with her. I wasn't. I was an idiot who had found a girl willing to touch my penis and my hormone-soaked brain had decided that was love. We had dated for about three months before we broke up.

"It's a good thing, Jericho," Dibella reassured. "Your love is young but it is deep and as vast as the ocean." She said, and that did make me feel a bit better. Then Dibella turned her attention to a blushing Hestia, who looked at me with eyes filled with adoration and affection. "On the eve of battle, his only concern was you. He didn't fight for honor or glory, but to return to you. It was soo romantic!”

There was a question in Hestia’s gaze and I nodded, letting out a small breath. “Yeah… more or less,” I admitted and Hestia adopted a dopey expression since she could hear the truth in my words. Dibella pounced, placing a hand on Hestia’s stomach as she seemed to cuddle into Hestia’s side.

“Don’t you want to share that love?” Dibella questioned, looking at Hestia. She hesitated, but the fact that Dibella was in the bed in the first place betrayed her answer.

“Well… I suppose… I did miss out with you and Syr,” Hestia muttered as she glanced at Dibella, “But… I don’t really know you.”

Undeterred, Dibella simply smiled as she rolled over so she was straddling Hestia. I leaned over a bit to make sure that Hestia was on board with this, going as far as to ignore a perfect view of what might actually be the perfect ass. Dibella leaned down once and placed a kiss on Hestia’s cheek, testing the waters while Hestia looked up at me. “Can you think of a better way to learn about someone?”

I could, but I wasn’t going to argue that point.

Hestia nodded, and I looked over to the door, expecting to see Lydia there as I allowed hope for a foursome to bloom in my chest. Except the door was closed and Lydia was nowhere to be seen. I guess something like this was too much for her. Which was fair. Lydia struck me as a straight-laced type and surprise orgies was a step too far.

"I must say, Hestia, you certainly know how to pick them," Dibella noted as she glanced over her shoulder at me. Her smile widened when her gaze landed on my still erect cock. She swayed her ass enticingly, "I prefer women, but your lover really is larger than life… one in desperate need of a reward."

I cocked an eyebrow at Dibella as she rolled off of Hestia, letting my goddess sit up. Dibella was taking the lead as if it were natural and judging what I had seen in Markarth, it was natural to her. And given that she was the actual Goddess of Sex, I decided that she was better off taking the reigns.

"Jarl Ingmund couldn't properly reward Jericho for saving Markarth, so it falls to us," there was a sly smile in Dibella's voice. She stood up, Hestia following her on shaky legs. She pressed a hand against my chest and gently pushed me to a chair tucked into the corner of the room. One big and sturdy enough for me to fall into without it breaking. I sat down, still about eye level with the Goddess Dibella. Right until she dropped to her knees, a hand going to cusp my balls. "To be lavished in the love of two goddesses is a worthy reward, is it not?"

I looked at Hestia, wanting to make sure she was okay with this, but I didn't need to. She looked a bit dazed, but her response was to take a step forward and place the tip of my cock into her mouth and sink down on it. A hand rested on the back of her head as her throat enveloped my cock. It spasmed, adjusting to the girth while Hestia coughed and gagged a bit.

"Oh my!" Dibella looked absolutely delighted as she watched Hestia deepthroat my cock. "Oh my! I thought we were going to have to share, but…!" Dibella let out a giggle as she flashed a smile before leaning in. I felt her tongue drag over my balls and I couldn't swallow the groan that I let out, allowing the sensations to roll over me.

I marvled at the sight -- Hestia and Dibella were worshiping my cock, two actual goddesses. When Hestia went up, Dibella would lavish her tounge over the shaft exposed before going back down to my balls and I could feel the smile on her lips the entire time. This was a reward that outstripped my wildest expectations. All of a sudden, dealing with the mess that Markarth became felt so worth it.

Hestia pulled herself off my cock, gasping for air, and Dibella seized the chance to wrap her lips around it. She moaned as she took me into her throat, though not as deeply as Hestia had. I couldn't help but compare the two -- Hestia was enthusiastic and she learned through experience what I enjoyed the most. Dibella was simply experienced in general, which was why I enjoyed the former more than the latter even if Dibella was technically better at giving head.

Seeing that her spot was taken, Hestia went to copy what Dibella did earlier and worship my balls where another orgasm was starting to brew. The sight of it was just too much -- two breathtakingly beautiful goddesses were worshiping my cock, and Hestia's gaze was filled with lust while the sounds of Dibella masturbating could only barely be heard over the sounds of the blowjob.

Ever since coming to Skyrim, or since I leveled up really, I felt powerful. From defeating most enemies with ease to impressing veteran warriors, to collecting titles and having everyone just be in awe of me when I did my thing. I just felt powerful. Like I was at the top of the mountain. And, at the moment, I don't think I've ever been higher on life.

I let go of any thoughts of restraint and allowed myself to completely focus on the sensations -- warm wet tongues dragging across my cock, the Goddess of Love and Beauty sucking diligently while she hummed a small tune to herself. Hestia threw herself in her task like a woman possessed, her gaze never leaving mine.

Minutes passed and I felt an orgasm edge closer. They felt it too when my balls clenched in preparation judging by how they sped up to receive their reward seconds earlier. My hands gripped the arms of the chair, and I thought of hot chocolate before I came. Dibella pulled back, setting her face next to Hestia's as she let my cum spray across her face with a thoroughly proud smile.

I came hentai protagonist amounts most of the time, but after two weeks of nothing and the pipes being cleaned? I came a dangerous amount -- if I wasn't the gamer, I would take one look at the amount that seemed to be spewing out from the tip of my dick and decide I had to go see a doctor. Thick ropes of cum splashed over the goddess's faces. It covered their faces, some of it getting in their hair, but my balls weren't through. I aimed lower, taking aim at their chests and painted them white.

The girls giggled as they kneeled between my legs and let me paint them with my seed. By the time I began to taper off, Dibella leaned forward and took the sensitive crown into her mouth and sucked out what was left. Since one eye was forced shut, the other widened enough for the both of them as she pulled back. The Goddess of Love savored the taste of my cum, before swallowing and opening her mouth so I could see that she had swallowed.

"What was that?" Dibella questioned as she idly scooped a trail of cum that was dripping down towards her belly button.

"It's a skill that Jericho has -- he can make his seed taste however he wants it to," Hestia explained, shivering a bit as she did the same and sucked the contents off her finger.

Dibella blinked at me, going slightly cross-eyed as she looked at my still unyielding cock. "Oh," she said, sounding like she came to a realization. "You really are wasted as a hero, Jericho. With a body like that… a cock like this… and cum that tasty, you could be the most renowned lover in all of Tamriel."

"I think it's a bit early to decide that," I noted as I moved to get up. There was a glimmer of excitement in Dibella's eyes. She yelped when I picked her up with ease and carried her to the bed. I glanced at Hestia, who nodded as she climbed up as well. "But I'll go ahead and take the compliment," I said as my cocked lined up with Dibella's soaking wet entrance.

Her back was facing me, so I couldn't see her face but Hestia could. With some pressing from Dibella, Hestia opened her legs to allow Dibella to place her head between them. It was a stupid thing to notice, but when Hestia moaned as Dibella began to go down on Hestia, Hestia didn't moan as loud as she did with me. I could eat Hestia out better than the Goddess of Sex.

With that thought driving me forward, I sank into Dibella's depths. Her walls clenched down in a vice grip, impossibly tight, but judging by the moans Dibella unleashed, she wasn't in any pain. So, I pushed forward and sank deeper and deeper into her -- only to find that she could only take me little past the halfway mark.

Was it worth fixing this problem at the cost of a title perk point? The answer was no. Did I want to? Absolutely.

But, those extra perk points were reserved for saving the world.

Sadly.

Dibella had a shallower pussy than Hestia -- which might be because of the jump in genre. Hestia was from an anime while Dibella was from a western video game. Because of that, I found a decent pace to thrust and let the pleasure of sex wash over me. Her pussy squeezed and clenched in practiced motions, with each thurst her walls desperately attempted to keep me inside of her. Her hips rocked back and forth in a steady rhythm -- it was clear that she was experienced, more so than Syr had been.

"Ohhhh~~~!" Dibella moaned when I grabbed one of her legs and rested it on my shoulder, forcing her to rest on her side. The tightness of her pussy was more pronounced, and I couldn't go quite as deep, but the pressure made it worth the trade-off. Hestia held Dibella's hands, watching Dibella's face with a sense of awe. The Goddess of Love's expressions were twisted with pleasure.

She looked at me, her jaw slack but her eyes narrowed dangerously when she saw just how much of my cock was left unattended. With one hand, she grabbed an ass cheek and spread her asshole. "Use that hole instead," she moaned and I hesitated for a moment.

Then I obeyed. Dragging myself out of her pussy, I pressed the tip against her asshole, glad for the lube already covering my cock and pressed forward. It felt different than her pussy -- tighter but less wet. Just different. Dibella moaned deeply as I pushed inch after inch into her until my hips were touching her pleasantly firm ass.

I savored the sensation of being buried in her ass before I slowly started to drag myself out. Once only the head remained inside, I pushed back in -- allowing her time to adjust. But once my hips found a steady but powerful tempo, her palm-sized breasts bouncing with every thrust, I dipped a hand between her legs to her empty pussy and filled it with a few fingers. All the while Hestia played with her breasts, intent on making Dibella lose her mind.

It didn't take long for Dibella's first orgasm to rock her body. Unsurprisingly, Dibella was a squirter. Her fluids dripped down my hand as I pounded at her ass, each shapely cheek a bright red. Her ass itself clenched down, but I continued to thrust to drag out her orgasm. Her chest heaved as she offered a shaky smile.

"T-this wasn't I meant, you know," she informed. This was supposed to be my reward for being a great big hero.

I smiled down at her, "Watching a beautiful woman lose her mind because I'm fucking her? That's all the reward I need. So, hold on tight, because I'm not going to stop until my balls are empty." I told her, picking up the pace. I closed my eyes as I thrust, listening to Hestia and Dibella's sweet moans. All the while a third orgasm began to build, but it was still some time away from being unleashed.

Yeah, dealing with Markarth had been completely worth it.

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This turned into a smut chapter on accident. Plot what supposed to happen this chapter. I swear.