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It has been a quiet day in the city of heroes, Orario. Familias were adventuring, going to the market, getting drunk, acquiring new armor and fighting monsters in the dungeon. The echoes of the chattering crowd rumbled the terrain as it seemed like a day like any other would occur in Orario. That was until an excited voice somehow cut through all the murmuring.
“I did it! I killed my first monster! I can’t wait to tell Goddess Hestia about this!”
From the humans, to the pallums, to the elves, to the amazonesses, to the animal people, to even the Gods in the crowds, everyone noticed the young adventurer raising his voice in excitement. Most immediately noticed that said adventurer looked like the definition of a “rookie”. Especially with how nobody had ever heard of this Goddess “Hestia” before. But once the people took a closer look at the running blur, they noticed his appearence.
This young adventurer was cute as hell! From his white hair, to his red eyes, to his adorable face and excited demeanor, he was comparable to that of a rabbit, something that especially the female onlookers appreciated very much. His face flush with adrenaline, he was wearing a hip-length brown coat, with a black patch on the right side above his chest, alongside with a black long sleeve shirt underneath. On his legs were a pair of black pants and brown, shin-high boots. Once they stared at his legs for long enough, the crowd of people realized one thing; this naive looking rookie-adventurer was more hung and well-endowed than anything they had ever seen!
Straining his poor, filled to the brim, nearly bursting pants was the biggest bulge they had ever seen, and that included the Gods present! His hulking, gargantuan bitchbreaker of a monstercock was perfectly outlined by the fabric, every finger-thick vein visible to the naked eye. A bead of steaming pre-jizz was drooling out of his enormous shaft, visibly steaming in the already warm summer air. And from what they could tell, this rookie was still soft! His breeding-calamity was stuffed so tightly into his pants, and even down one of his pant-legs, that there was no logical way for that thing to be erect and filled with blood. But that posed an even greater and mind-boggling question: how INCREDIBLY hyper-endowed was this guy? If there was one man who sported a cock big enough to breed the goddesses themselves, it was this guy. The men could only grit their teeth in jealousy, while the women sighed in adoration and need. And that was before they noticed his balls.
His nutsack was just as impressive as his cock, if not even more so. They forced him to walk bowlegged as a pair of overdeveloped, pulsating testicles, contained in a barely hidden, rumbling and churning ballsack. They were akin to two beach balls as the white-haired rookie ran through the marketplace. The women, especially the amazonesses or those with enhanced senses stared at his hulking, gurgling jizz-tanks in unbridled awe, the sheer sound of his virility sending them into heat. And that was before the smell hit their noses. A reeking, all-encompassing stench of hyper masculinity hit their senses with the force of a sledgehammer. It smelled akin to musk, ball- and cock-sweat as well as the burning scent of his virile seed. Many women fainted in horniness, while the men lost their consciousness out of shock. Those that managed to stay awake either squirted or came pathetically into their pants as the legend of the ‘white-haired breeding-rabbit’ was born in this particular part of Orario.
And the source of this all, Bell Cranel, was completely oblivious to the effects he just had on the entire square as he rushed home.
Panting, Bell could only smile in excitement as the Abandoned Church he and his Goddess were living at appeared into view. It had been a few weeks now since he officially became the first and only member of the Hestia Familia, and he couldn’t be happier. Full of enthusiasm, he opened the door to his home, yelling “Goddess, you won’t believe it! I just killed my first goblin! It was amazi–!”
WHAM
Before he could answer, a holler of “Bell-kun!” echoed throughout the Abandoned Church, before a sloshing blur slammed onto him and buried his face in a pair of the softest pillows on the lower and upper world! Bell could only muffle his embarrassed cry in response, overturned by the jiggling and sloshing milkers enveloping his head. But the Goddess didn’t notice, petting his head and pressing it deeper into her canyon-like cleavage as she excitedly complimented him for his accomplishment. Even as a level 1 adventurer, Bell could barely breathe in between her breasts, the only thing he could smell being her boob-sweat, her shampoo and a faint scent of milk.
After a few more minutes of struggling to escape her grasp, Bell finally managed to slip out of Hestia’s grasp.
“Gasp! G-Goddess, you can’t keep doing this! It’s inappropriate, I can’t handle it!”
“Ohhh, Bell-kun, Don’t be shy! It’s just us two here, nobody can see it! And I wanted to hug you as a congratulations for slaying that first monster of yours! I’m so proud of you!”
“Th-Thank you, Goddess!”
Now that he had escaped the marshmallowy prison that were her titanic titties, Bell got a good look onto Hestia. She was incredibly beautiful, as most Gods were. She had raven-black hair and a pair of blue eyes that shined like the sky. Her facial features were perfect, plump, luscious and pouty lips, a cute nose and pretty cheeks, that were always flushed when she looked at him, for some reason.
She was a measly 1,40m tall and was wearing a white mini dress that barely reached her large posterior, with a blue ribbon wrapped around her neck and one tied underneath her massive chest. How that flimsy dress was surviving her titanic funbags was a complete mystery to him. On her arms were her long, white gloves, while the only thing on her feet were her sandals. Tied around her long, dark hair were a pair of hair accessories that featured blue and white petals, alongside bell-shaped ornaments. These were binding her hair into cute pigtails and have been something Bell had gifted her soon after joining the Familia. Hestia was making a point by wearing them every day.
But looking at his Goddess, there was no way for even someone as innocent as Bell to deny and ignore just how stupidly, outrageously and hyper curvaceous Hestia was.
The constantly jiggling and sloshing, GARGANTUAN fuck-cushions she called her tits were out of this world (literally). They were the biggest pair of boobs Bell had ever seen, even with the abundance of thickness in Orario, and Hestia had boasted one night that even in Heaven she had the largest milkers of them all, even beating out Goddesses of Beauty of Fertility like Freya, Ishtar or Demeter. Her head-enveloping knockers were frankly ridiculous and the adventurer wouldn't be surprised if all of Hestia’s arcanum was stored in her mammaries. The thin fabric of her dress was doing nothing – absolutely nothing to hide her nipples either. Her areola were bigger than the plates they were using and her deep and vast, inverted nipples just begged to be sucked on. For some reason, they always twitched in his presence, but Bell had absolutely no clue why that could be.
While Hestia was the definition of more boob than head, it wasn’t like the rest of her was thin either. Her sinful proportions continued, going from her thin waist to her wide and child-bearing hips. Her thighs were thicker than most torsos, while her blubbery-thick dump truck of an ass wobbled with every step. Hestia’s body truly was something holy, bordering on the unholy as her breedable form made her look like a shortstack-succubus from afar. She could honestly kill someone by sitting on somebody’s face for long enough, their head disappearing between her fat booty cheeks, until not even their hair was visible anymore, a fate that befell Bell nearly many times after waking up with the Goddess having cuddled up to him while he was sleeping on the couch.
Proportions like hers were rare. He had only seen comparable bodies in that of the waitresses at the Hostess of Fertility, including that nice, but incredibly bottom-heavy, fat-assed elf Ryu, the sweet, but seductive Syr and their happy human and cat human friends. A few other Goddesses came to mind as well, and of course he couldn’t forget the stacked and very curvaceous Sword Princess, Ais Wallenstein of Loki Familia. Now that he thought about it, he knew more women with similar proportions to his Goddess than he expected, but he could say with full confidence that Hestia was the biggest in the chest-department.
All these pretty women were making it pretty hard for Bell to hide his massive boners sometimes, the naughty thoughts crossing his mind making the white haired rookie blush. Even with the enormous manmeat he was sporting, he was somehow oblivious that such a size was unique to him, and him alone. He just assumed that he was around the average size and other men were better at hiding their dicks. He had noticed a recent growth spurt a week ago, a day after getting rescued by Ais from that minotaur in the dungeon, but assumed it was nothing serious, not knowing that it was the day the skil Hestia had hidden from him, Liaris Freese had activated upon his back and was boosting the growth of his already hyper cock.
With such a hyper-endowed phallus, it was pretty difficult to hide his erections, especially with Hestia taking every opportunity she could to hug and basically glomp him, burying either his entire torso, arms or sometimes even lap on the jiggling and soft prison of her fuck-pillows. Sometimes it felt like torture. Lost in thought, he was staring at her rippling boobs, mesmerized, before her sweet voice called out to him.
“Bell, are you okay?”
“Y-Yes, I am! I’m just…tired from adventuring, yeah.”
Hestia smiled as she accepted his words without a hint of suspicion. Just like Bell, Hestia was sometimes completely oblivious to the effects her body had on others, being a Virgin Goddess after all. (She still had a better grasp on it than him though.) Taking a deep breath, she began animatically talking, not noticing how deeply his eyes were staring at her sweaty titflesh.
“You won’t believe what happened at work today! I was minding my own business, serving the customers jyaga maru kun at the foot stand for my job, when blam! My apron ripped apart! I think I was waving to a customer excitedly and it just snapped! Just like that! I know I’ve got pretty big boobs, but that’s frankly ridiculous…Hephaistos was very mad about how many aprons I managed to destroy with my boobs within a few weeks…If the fabric won’t hold out, I might need to pay for them! Think of our budget, Bell!”
She remembered how absolutely flabbergasted Hephaistos had been that she had managed to destroy another apron with her milkers again, this being her eleventh. The Goddess of the Forge quickly got mad at the shortstack, complaining about having to replace them again, and Hestia being lucky that she was her friend, or alone the envy she was feeling towards said mammaries might have made her snap.
Bell was nearly enraptured as she told her story, not being able to believe that his Goddess was so incredibly stacked, that not even the high quality aprons of the Hephaistos Familia could survive her tis for more than a few days of standing at the jyaga maru kun stand. He had faced a similar problem himself, his monstercock annihilating his cheaply made pants quicker and quicker as well, but that was something he was hiding from Hestia, by going to the dungeon more and buying new ones. If only he knew that by going more to the dungeon, he was raising his stats and making his womb-wrecker grow even more, trapping him in a vicious cycle.
While Bell was lost in thought, Hestia started discreetly sniffing the air. She could smell that stench around her Bell-kun again, emanating mostly from his lower body, a nearly visible fog of musk surrounding his throbbing bulge. She could only wonder what it was. The scent was masculine, musky and all-encompassing and sometimes made her lower lips moisten and nipples harden. It had hung around Bell before, but ever since developing Liaris Freese after being rescued by that blasted Wallenwhatsit, it had begun to thicken in density and become more powerful. This ultra virile musk had already spread all throughout the church and was something that for some reason never left her mind, not even in her sleep. It was absolutely reeking, but for some reason unbeknownst to herself, Hestia liked it.
Having brought leftover jyaga maru kun home for dinner, Hestia decided to investigate the source of that musky stench when Bell had fallen asleep, the only sounds being her sloshing tits as she followed the white-haired boy to the table. She was interested to know what the origin of that pleasant, but nose-curling stench could be. Her entire insides were filled with the smell, every breath she took filling her lungs with the musk-filled air.
Unbeknownst to herself, her suckable nipples hardened even further as arousal flowed down her bare thighs. Her body was more aware of what she was feeling, than her own mind. She was drooling, but for some reason it wasn’t the food that made her salivate. The virgin goddess of the hearth could only stare at Bell with a bright blush as she gulped down her food, rubbing her enormous thighs together to alleviate that strange, tingling need between her legs.
Hestia swore to herself she would get to the bottom of the steamy, brain-melting stench exuding from Bell’s pants. Who knows, maybe it was part of a skill she hadn’t noticed. She would find out tonight.
If only the Goddess knew what said ‘investigation’ would bring to her life.
The adventurer and his patron goddess, given their current economic status, shared a runned-down couch. It wasn’t much, but it was better than sleeping on the floor. Bell had sworn that once they were higher-leveled adventurers they’d be able to afford a better place with separate beds, but Hestia had already grown used to sleeping with her dear captain.
Bell, for his part, still found it a bit nerve-wracking and uneasy to sleep with the goddess of his familia, but his body had very much gotten used to it. It even enjoyed it to a certain degree, though the boy would never admit it.
Due to Hestia’s sheer size, she took nearly all the space on the couch; her huge curves occupying every soft spot as if it was her divine right. Bell only took a fraction of the space, though he would arguably take the best one in all of it.
In between Hestia’s prodigious bosom lay the white-haired hero, enjoying the soft and warm embrace of the two milkers around him. Granted, this wasn’t the position they originally slept in, but the two eventually —and rather subconsciously— fell into this posture after a while of sleeping.
GUUUURGLEEEE
A loud, familiar churning noise woke the goddess up. An impressive feat considering the snoring and sloshing sounds coming from her massive teats. Nonetheless, she woke up and smiled upon noticing Bell was blissfully asleep in her divine bosom.
The gurgling persisted, forcing Hestia to release Bell from her milky embrace and trace the sound to the origin.
GUUUUUUUUURGLLLEEEEEE
As expected, it came directly from that mysterious bulge. That musk and stench from before seemed to emanate from it too, piquing her curiosity more and more. Bell acted weird before when asked about it, claiming his adventure had tired him a little.
Tired, huh? I’ll be the judge of that.
Her hands moved towards that delicious-looking bulge, tracing it as her mouth unwillingly watered at the sight. Something deep within her was compelling her to act. Her soft fingers caressed the clothing containing Bell’s hot and hard phallus. It was hard as diamonds, but it also had a nice texture to it. She could feel veins across it, pumping blood as the blob continued to grow.
Her delicate touch triggered something, as the hard object started to throb and pulse. Every single brush increased the intensity of it, as well as the gurgling.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Hestia hastily removed Bell’s pants, eager to see the bulge with her own eyes.
It was love at first sight.
A shaft as big as her plump leg protruded between his legs, bobbing and throbbing as it was freed from its cotton confines. Veins as thick as her fingers pulsed every second, rhythmically hypnotizing her.
Below such an imposing beast laid another. Two balls the size of melons churned and contracted like the cock above it, almost as if they were growing out. They were massive on his body, but that only made them more alluring; as if they were calling out to her subliminally. They looked full, brimming with a liquid fit for the gods. Hestia swallowed at the thought. It was faint, but she could see something within them, pushing against the taut skin as if trying to escape.
All of these were to see thanks to a dense cloud around the penis, a visible representation of Bell’s potent musk. The smell was overpowering, further hypnotizing the goddess into submission. Not even her status as a deity made her exempt from Bell’s sheer virility.
All of her senses went away as primal instincts took over her. Her body moved on its own despite being a virgin and not knowing anything about sex or male biology. She knew what she had to do.
Her plump lips opened as wide as she could and prepared for the worst. Hestia instantly shoved the massive phallus into her mouth, savoring the musk and virility all at once. Her tongue, tastebuds and lips adored the taste of him as she continued to give him the first blowjob of their lives.
Her head bobbed back and forth with the experience of a thousand sluts as she sucked him, her saliva coating every part of what she had jammed into her mouth. Sadly, it was only around 25 cm of the entire cock, leaving the back end of it isolated and jealous of the tip. To remedy this, Hestia tried to go in more, swallowing more and more into her throat.
But it wasn’t meant to be.
She quickly gagged like the virgin goddess she was, not skilled in the art of fellatio as others. Still, she refused to let the cock go, swallowing her tears and instincts as she tried to hold as much as she could within her mouth.
Hestia’s throat bulged out incredibly, almost as if she had swallowed an anaconda down her esophagus. She could barely breathe, but she didn’t care. She had more important matters to attend to. Pleasuring Bell’s cock was all she could think of.
Her tongue brushed the head of the cock, swirling around the flared tip and urethra in an effort to make her partner feel good. She was rewarded with the sweet nectar of Bell’s precum. She struggled to swallow it, but when she did she became even more addicted. The sweet and rich flavor was so succulent that she couldn’t even imagine anything tasting better than it.
If only she knew.
Bell snored away, his breathing getting heavier as the plump goddess continued to suck him. He didn’t wake up, fitting his role as the dense harem protagonist his grandfather had invisioned him to be. Instead, he continued to dream his pleasures away. Who could blame him? It was Hestia’s fault for crushing him with her tits every single night, provoking indecent dreams to fill his mind.
To Hestia, however, this was no dream. She continued to throat as much as she could, milking Bell’s cock as much as she could. More and more pre leaked down her esophagus, filling her stomach with the transparent but potent fluid.
Her cunt was absolutely wet, pooling in the floor with her juices. She didn’t know what it was or why, but she paid no mind to it. As a virgin, it never crossed her mind that she was getting sexual gratification from this. She didn’t know she was getting conditioned to squirt her girlcum everywhere when sucking a cock. No. None of that mattered. All that she could think was:
I should do this every night…
She fantasized, imagining their future together. She would get on her knees and suck these churning balls dry every night. They both deserved it. Bell for being an absolute cutie and her for being such a diligent goddess. It was a win-win situation.
Her train of thought was interrupted as Bell groaned. His breathing had become more labored, almost as if he was exhausted from running a mile. Then, it came.
BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Hestia’s eyes widened as her mouth was assaulted by an explosive new liquid. Her throat burned from how hot it was, and the thickness of it made it even harder for her not to gag. She almost opened her mouth in surprise, but something within her compelled to keep her plump lips shut. Her eyes watered from how much she struggled to down everything in her mouth. Still, she powered through, slowly swallowing everything as it came out.
The liquid was thick like porridge, overwhelming her virgin throat. She was utterly powerless, but also in love of how dense and tasty the liquid was. She could feel chunky, wriggling tadpole-like things in the fluid, giving it a nice and surprising texture. She didn’t know it, but these were actually fattened sperm eager to penetrate anything. Unluckily for them, they were going down the goddess’ esophagus to fatten her body even more. At least their efforts would ensure a future pregnancy since all the fat in her slutty body went to her tits and ass.
Nonetheless, She instantly fell even more in love with the adventurer. The thick liquid was the stuff of legends, putting ambrosia to shame. The sweet and sour flavor of it, along with the dense texture immediately made it Hestia’s favorite delicacy.
The liquid came nonstop, forcing the goddess to take a step back and finally release the beast once and for all after three minutes of ecstasy. A breath of fresh air was good, but nothing compared to the fluid down her throat. She licked her lips to ensure she wasn’t wasting any of it.
She squirted her own juices across the room like crazy. Her vaginal nectar graced the floor, mixing with the sweat and precum spilled from before, a symbol of how close the two were now. Hestia didn’t know it at the moment, but she had just experienced the highest pleasure of her immortal life: an orgasm. Her desires of doing this every night only grew stronger, though she was way too cumdrunk to properly vocalize the thought. All she knew was that she wanted her snatch to release even more of it’s juices.
Unbeknownst to her, the mysterious elixir wasn’t only affecting her mind, but also her body. Her once slim belly had inflated after ingesting so much of it. Now she looked like she was four months pregnant, a heavy baby bump weighed her down even more than her massive teats even did.
Droplets of her cunt fluids ran down her legs as she shuddered in sheer ecstasy, unable to comprehend that she had lost her mental and spiritual virginity. She was no longer a virgin goddess, but a lust-crazed, mind-broken, cock-addicted goddess who wanted nothing more than to experience this every night.
And she accepted her fate. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
A mix of pleasure, exhaustion, and glee overcame her mind. She fell asleep right at Bell’s feet. She didn’t even bother moving back to the couch. That was where she belonged after all.
Bell’s cock continued to pour down a steady stream of leftover cum and pre onto the sleeping goddess, marking her with the musk even further. Hestia’s vagina, for her part, happily accepted this gift, squirting more of her femcum onto the floor.
The two had the best sleep of their lives.
Hestia was never the same after that night. Something carnal had taken over her.
She had always liked Bell quite a bit, pampering him and cheering him on, but now there was a sort of… hunger she felt towards him. She couldn’t take her eyes away from him, sizing him up and licking her lips every time he arrived.
It had been a couple days after that one incident. Bell was a bit surprised to see Hestia asleep at his feet, but the goddess had covered it up by saying she wanted to try something new. She was a bad liar, but at least Bell didn’t question it, though he was surprised to see his morning wood wasn’t as strong as before. He chalked it up to his libido calming down, unaware of what was really going on.
Nevertheless, Hestia was falling for Bell, and her body craved more of him. She loved seeing him arrive, dragging his huge cock across the floor and bulging out of his pants. She loved how rich and manly he smelled thanks to the musk around him. Perhaps more than anything, she loved how oblivious he was towards the massive tool he possessed. He wasn’t bragging or becoming arrogant. No, he was the same silly and gentle man she had decided to partner with. Granted, she wanted to push that partnership to a new level, but she didn’t want to be too aggressive about it.
What if Bell thinks I’m an easy goddess! She feared.
But Hestia’s hunger continued until another night.
A strange, bubbling sound woke her up, prompting her to shift in the couch. This, in turn, caused Bell to be swallowed deep into her curves, a common occurrence, but one that made that strange sound to flare up.
The slowly-corrupted goddess instantly recognized it by then. A smile popped on her face.
She moved again, standing up from the dingy couch, and releasing Bell from her milky embrace. She had more important matters to attend to after all. As she stood up, she inhaled the delicious and potent scent filling the room. It was Bell’s musk, though it smelled even stronger, more virile and masculine, as if overpowering anything in the room. Hestia didn’t know if she had ovaries due to her divine nature, but she could swear she could feel them tingling from the scent alone.
Following her instincts, she repeated the same actions from that other night. She hurried to his feet, fishing for that massive log of a penis and instantly shoved it down her throat.
All of this was done with the expertise and care of a real whore. It had been done in a flash that meant she was serious about this.
Not only that, but her mouth felt more… experienced and trained for this. There was confidence and pride in her as she licked the flared tip. She hadn’t particularly trained more since that night, but her mouth felt… familiar with the shaft, as if it knew the best spots to lick and the pace to bob her head back and forth. If anyone didn’t know any better, they would have been convinced this goddess was a succubus or a prostitute with how dedicated she was to Bell’s cock.
Hestia didn’t know why, but she felt strangely compelled to service Bell, particularly his monster dong. She had always been a bit frisky and teasing, but now she couldn’t back away from her lust for him. She needed him, and she was acting on those desires right now.
Her tongue swirled around the tip of the cock, brushing against some of the veins as she shoved more and more down her throat. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to connect with him on an intimate level.
Her head pushed forward as she felt the girthy shaft push against her esophagus. She closed her eyes ever so slightly, tears forming on her eyes. She didn’t relent, however, as she trusted her skills and acted on her desires.
She loved the taste of his precum, somehow also stronger and tastier than before. It was almost as if she was tasting him, his being, his nature. She eagerly swallowed all of it as she continued to deepthroat Bell, using the pre as a makeshift lubricant. The fluid quickly became Hestia’s favorite drink.
It wasn’t long before they both climaxed again, filling the room (and Hestia’s belly) with their fluids as they both grew closer through intercourse.
This time, however, Hestia was able to retain consciousness and crawl back into the couch, showing her growing skill as a sex toy. Once she was next to Bell, she embraced him with her outrageous curves and cumflated belly.
It’s getting bigger, right?
Hestia couldn’t take her eyes away from Bell’s pants. More specifically his cock. It had been bulging out before, but now it was almost as if he was stuffing an entire human being there. It was both impressive and extremely luscious for Hestia. She rubbed her thighs together and cupped her breasts at the mere sight, before snapping back and trying to act normal.
Her corruption was growing more and more, changing her class from “goddess” into “slut” faster and faster. This was more of a symbolic change, though Hestia wished it was true deep down.
Nevertheless, she was enamoured by the fact that he was growing, becoming more manly and more husband-material by the day. She couldn’t get enough of it.
The women around town agreed. They were slowly falling in love with that one white-haired adventurer with a cock as thick as a log. They couldn’t help but stare as he walked around town, oblivious of the menace he was towards women. His musk was turning everyone on, whether they wanted it or not. The massive bulge on his pants only made things worse, captivating every woman and making them salivate as they imagined how thick and beefy that shaft really was. Especially a certain blonde, thunder-thighed princess, fat-assed elf waitress or silver-haired waitress who took notice of his ever growing fucklog and cum-kegs.
Bell, for his part, only noticed Hestia sweating and drinking more water than usual.
If Hestia thought his musk and the sheer smell of his virility were strong before, the buxom virgin goddess truly didn't know what would be approaching. It all happened on a fateful day, one that had awakened something inside of Bell…He had unlocked a new skill; Liaris Freese. And it had to be one of the most overpowered skills a mortal could get that Hestia had ever heard off! Of course her Bell would manifest a unique skill of that magnitude!
“But I still don’t like why or how he unlocked that skill.” Hestia could only mumble so, grumbling and grinding her teeth as a vein bulged atop of her forehead in her apparent jealousy.
Not only had he been absolutely reckless (as always), fighting a minotaur as a mere level 1 adventurer, but he had developed Liaris Freese after developing a strong crush on the woman that saved him, the jewel of Loki Familia, the Sword Princess Aiz Wallenstein! The blonde warrior has been a recurring thing on Bell’s mind as he gushed and gushed about the high-tier adventurer more and more, to Hestia’s envy. She had already noticed that his lewd wet dreams had spiked significantly after meeting Aiz, his roaring hyper nuts producing even thicker jizz than usual.
“I guess at least that Wallenwhatsit helped me get even more yummy cream out of my Bell…”
What Hestia hadn’t noticed, not foreseen, was a hidden side effect within Liaris Freese. Not only did it make him grow in strength and level much, much, much quicker than any normal adventurer, to a ridiculous degree, but also his hyper monstercock and now record-breaking pumpkin-sized jizztanks were growing alongside it. She had been noticing his bulge becoming bigger and bigger as the musk of his cock and especially surrounding his sweaty nutsack was becoming stronger and stronger.
From the outside, it looked like Bell had stuffed an anaconda and two actual bean bags into his stretchy adventurer pants as the sheer sweat of them dampened the fabric with his scent. Misty clouds of concentrated musk emanated from Bell’s crotch, a mixture of ball musk and sweat, cock sweat and the general overpowering stench of his hyper-virile semen steaming through his leathery sack. He was always leaving a visible, sauna-like trail behind him as the thick, ungodly musk and stench of ball-sweat was quickly spreading Orario, his backed-up spunk-makers’ frustration palpable as he marked the city of heroes as his with his unimaginable smell of virility. Every time he ran into the dungeon and came back, the trail became thicker.
Bell generally needed to bathe twice a day to help with his musk, needing to wash his hyper-sized cock and balls much longer than the rest of his body, especially after adventuring in the dungeon. Hestia was sure other women had noticed his stench of masculine superiority as well, they had too. And right she was. The brunette, buxom half-elf Eina, his advisor, was becoming more and more of a blushing mess whenever he arrived for advice, her office reeking of him for hours after he left. The noble elf Ryuu at the local tavern, the Hostess of Fertility, was often blushing near him, her long ears twitching as she repeatedly glanced at his steaming crotch, letting out an uncharacteristically girlish “Such a strong scent, Mr. Cranel…My heart cannot handle it! Such an indecent stench!” She often fell backwards, cratering the ground with her record-breaking, gargantuan, sweaty, elven ass cheeks as the entire district quaked from the clap of her blubbery wobble-meat. She and the other waitress were often in his dreams as well. Her coworker Syr took it to the next level, casually glomping his sweaty hyper nuts, motorboating them, before playing it off as “tripping”. The grey-haired waitress always had a dangerous glint in her eyes as the horny and lovesick waitress constantly glombed his immense cumtankers to sniff, slobber and massage his jizztanks like they were the most amazing thing imaginable. He could never get her to stop, especially as she invited the always frozen in place Ryuu to join her. “Now, Bell-kun, I couldn’t just let a customer such as you leave unattended with this! Ryu, come on, help me clean these jizztanks!” Her fellow waitresses shared the sentiment, either groping his nutsack, brushing their stacked bodies against him, or shoving him into their cleavage. With Anya, Lunoire and Chloe backing Syr and Ryuu up, the tavern truly was a dangerous place for him to be. Not even Aiz was kept unaffected as his masculine stench had basically exploded when he had first met her in the dungeon, blasting her with his scent, sending a micro-orgasm throughout the blonde’s bodacious body. The Sword Princess’ knees had started to wobble, nearly buckling all together as the first whaft of his masculinity hit her in the face, soaking her silky panties immediately.
Now, whenever they crossed paths, she visibly kneaded her ballooning cowtits through her thin, white top, and rubbed her tree-trunk thighs, thighs that were thick, meaty and strong enough to crush metal without even a falna, together as her golden eyes constantly stared at his bulging hyper cock and spermbanks, a confused, yet needy look in her eyes. Her ass always stuck out, showing her panties in great detail as any skirt was incapable of covering her humongous thighs and dump truck of an ass. The ditzy airhead was a ticking time bomb of unaware horniness, one he might not survive if he wasn’t careful.
Bell was completely unaware of that fact, however, having not only missed how he was affecting the women in his life, even the one he fell in love with, completely missing his patron goddess sucking his cock off, draining his greasy balls of his disgusting breed-sludge whenever she could in his sleep as the combination of his growth in strength with his growing attraction to all these women made his jizztanks up their productivity by several magnitudes. Without knowing, or noticing, Bell had already attracted the sexual and romantic attention of many high-level adventurers and even gods, with his natural charm, cuteness and hyper-endowed prowess.
A fog of musk had permanently spread throughout the run-down church he and Hestia called home, a yellowish mist flooding every inch of it, contaminating everything, something that the increasingly Hestia could only love and bemoan at the same time, as her pussy now was constantly gushing, arousal dripping down her thick thighs, her mouth-filling nipples always erect, desperate for some kneading, bullying and sucking.
His pants had already struggled to contain his immense size, but with his increasing growth it was getting worse and worse. The outline of every vein on his cock and balls were visible, small rips appearing with every flex of his breeding-monster and spunk-churners, his already tattered outfit becoming even more so as the loud gurgling, churning and roaring of his sweaty hyper nuts were audible everywhere, so loud that they even were noticed outside of the district they resided it. It was no wonder girls like Aiz, Ryuu or Eina blushed in his presence, and Hestia felt no different, especially since she was living with Bell, his oblivious nature and his genitals made to breed.
Hestia walked into their shared room yet another night. She had just taken a shower and was still wet and moist from that refreshing cleanse. Her lust was making her hot yet again however. It was something she had to deal with after Bell had grown so much, not that she minded much. Still, her huge, milked-up breasts were barely covered by her towel, showing part of her plate-sized areolas, and even her perky nipples were visible through the thin fabric. Hestia looked even hotter than usual, too bad Bell was asleep to see her in this dripping beauty.
She had been growing more and more thanks to the man’s sheer virility. Such a strong musk and manhood was turning this powerful goddess into total milf-material. It was as if Hestia’s body was desperate to get pregnant, and it kept growing in an effort to find a mate. Not only had her breasts grown even bigger, dwarfing both her and Bell’s heads twice over, but her lower body was plumping up as well. Hell, the effect was a bit stronger down there, as now Hestia somehow looked bottom-heavy. Two cheeks that made passing through doors a near impossibility, and thighs that matched their size. She could now fully envelop her partner when they slept together, or even provide a very nice pillow when she offered her lap to him (she made a note to do this later, of course). Needless to say, her body was just becoming more and more carnal, but she didn’t care. She loved this, and she had things to do at the moment than to worry about her looks.
She bent down and started sucking Bell’s turgid cock, eager to get her daily ration of cummies.
“Bell, I’m hooome~ Brought some of the groceries you requested!” Hestia announced her arrival as if she was a wife.
Unluckily, there was no response. A strange occurrence given Bell hadn’t left the church at all.
Still, Hestia walked inside, tilting her body ever so slightly to fit through the frame. Her cheeks struggled ever so slightly to pass through, but thankfully they were squishy enough to not cause anything more than a minor inconvenience. As she walked into her humble abode, she heard a strange but loud sound coming from one of the rooms. Curiosity took over her, and she kept advancing, leaving the groceries in the first available surface she could find.
The sound resembled water running, just noisier and bigger than anything in the house. It was almost like a river running inside the house, a strong stream sound that made little to no sense.
Until she realized it came from the restroom. Everything clicked then.
A renewed and far more lustful curiosity took over Hestia, guiding her towards the restroom. She knew what was beyond the door, but her dripping core told her to move nonetheless. The goddess tried to be as stealthy as possible, but her entire body jiggling and her outfit creaking due to her obscene curves made that a near impossible task. Luckily for her, the loud stream sound deafened everything else.
As Hestia got closer, she took a peek at the door, noticing there was a small portion of it opened. The sight inside was just what she expected, but was still a welcomed sight for her hungry and depraved mind.
“Goddess, it’s a lot again. Why does it keep growing?” Bell wondered, looking down at the toilet. His hands were firmly holding his log-like cock, which was in turn pointed at the flimsy and cheap toilet of the church. Said restroom was utterly flooded with cum. The thick, concrete-like fluid painting and making a mess out of everything.
Hestia, of course, couldn’t help but salivate as she observed Bell let out a fraction of what she devoured every single night. She wanted to jump in and aid him, but something about watching him like this felt… oddly good.
Her thighs rubbed together without her knowing, quelling the fiery hunger on her cunt. The goddess’ nipples grew erect, poking and making her outfit creak even more. They were nearly the size of a thumb, marking clearly how horny she was. She wiggled her ass left and right subconsciously, her body moving on its own even further. Her instincts were taking over, but she had enough control to not pounce on that cock.
She desperately wanted it though.
The cum was extremely virile, with a nauseating smell that made even the pure goddess a beast in heat. It was addicting for her. A fragrance she couldn’t live without any longer.
“Goddess, it’s been half an hour since this started,” Bell complained, shaking the behemoth between his legs to expedite the release. “I bet it’s reacting to Hestia. Stupid goddess has become a succubus. G-Goddess, her body is so breedable…” He complained between grunts and mutters. Thick ropes of baby batter shot out as he described Hestia.
The divinity couldn’t help but shudder as she heard him speak about her like that. Sure, it may not be a respectful portrayal of her, but she loved hearing how much he wanted her. How much her lustful body was making him cum. Hestia’s eyes turned into hearts as her corrupted mind pictured what he would do to her if she continued to tease him.
He wants to breed me… A human, a mere mortal, wants me to become his mate. To become the mother of his children… She fantasized, enamoured by the taboo they could break.
Bell’s fat ropes of cum-tar started to shrink, until he was no longer pissing any more baby batter. He seemed a bit exhausted by the end of it. The man lifted his ill-fitting pants to hide his cock, a sign he was done with the restroom (even though the toilet was utterly clogged).
Hestia took this opportunity to walk back into the living room. She had to pretend she hadn’t seen anything, even though her womb was crying out for pleasure.
Before long, he had joined the goddess in heat in the main room.
“Bell-kun, now what have you been doing in our bathroom, you naughty boy? I saw everything!”
Hestia, still wet and sweaty from her work, steaming from her recent bath, was smiling mischievously as she quickly closed the gap between her and the gaping and very much flustered Bell. She was also wearing her usual outfit, one which was seemingly struggling to contain her body more by the day. Her massive, enormous cleavage was sticking out, two orbs of most, milky-white, delicious mega udders were sloshing and jiggling with every breath she took as she excitedly took in the smell that was quickly spreading to the living room. Her huge areola and gigantic nipples were clearly visible, only contained by the fabric up to a third as they twitched with Hestia’s excited heartbeat, erect from the sight she had just witnessed.
Her thighs were akin to soft, meaty and delectable tree-trunks, individually wider and bigger than Bell’s own torso, the perfect place for a lap pillow, something he had only experienced from the even thicker Aiz. As if desperately trying to counterbalance her humongous fuck-pillows, her dump truck of an ass was similarly massive. A whole person could be smothered underneath her posterior. Many chairs or doorways had already fallen victim to Hestia’s divine posterior, leaving the imprint of her body-smothering cheeks wherever she went.
He was completely flushed as he was staring at her body, something that didn't go unnoticed by Hestia. She quickly closed the distance between them, an excited and frankly intimidating look on her face.
“My eyes are up here, Bell-kun~~~”
Now that she was this close to him, that he could smell her sweet and succulent scent and that her titanic udders were pressed against him, her dinner plate-sized nipples poking his chest, something snapped within him. Followed by something snapping in real life.
RRIPPP
With a loud ripping sound, Bell’s dragon-slaying sword of a cock broke through the fabric of the already struggling pants. His truly hyper womb-smasher smacked into Hestia’s boobs, causing her sloshing fuck-pillows to ripple and jiggle widely. The goddess’ jaw dropped slightly at the pleasant sensation as the adventurer felt like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. She even let out a small moan, a sound he would never forget in his entire life.
As if weren't embarrassing enough, a ludicrously large drop of pre-jizz flung itself against Hestia’s mouth, filling it as her milky cleavage quickly was flooded by his tar-thick ball-slop. Bell’s pre-nut contained more virility within itself than all the other men in Orario combined, something the divine being was unknowingly experiencing as she gulped down the nut sludge filling her mouth, nearly having to chew through its thickness.
His titanic, award-winning semen-factories were audibly rumbling, loud GURGLING sounds escaping them as his massive nutsack hung heavily between his legs, nearly touching the ground as they quickly expanded. A visible steam was hanging around his sweaty and filled to the brim orbs as they rapidly filled up with even more seed, his jizz thickening exponentially.
Bell was dying of embarrassment and mortification, fearing the goddess would cut all ties with him and remove the falna of his back. But to his surprise, Hestia was completely calm as if she had been waiting for exactly this moment all along. She stepped back and examined his throbbing and growing cock and balls with an undeniable curiosity, acting as if she was way more familiar with it than she should…Had she something to do with his lessening morning woods?
Confidently, she cooped up the pre-cum out of her mighty cleavage and tried to move her fingers, the thick liquid even giving her strong hands some trouble as she examined it.
“I can’t believe it, Bell-kun. Even after flooding the toilet and after me sucking you off so diligently, it’s still thicker than tar? Incredible!”
Bell couldn’t believe what he was hearing! His goddess had been sucking him off?! Is that why she had even surpassed her already obscene curves? And why she had been even more handsy than usual lately. Before he could even get out a word, Hestia licked off the thickest precum in the world of her fingers and smiled at him with the face of a predator that found its prey.
“Now, I can’t let my poor Bell-kun feel backed up like this, can I? We can’t have you flooding toilets now. So sit back and relax, and let your dutiful goddess satisfy your need from now on…I will guzzle more of that thick, vile, yummy cream, until the only thing you can think of is me, got it? Here I go, my beloved, overly hung Bell-kun~~!!”
Without waiting for any type of response from her man, Hestia hastily popped her plump lips open and wrapped them against the hulking cock in front of her. It was the least she could do when face to face with such virility. The goddess felt it was proper etiquette to give it some worship.
“H-Hestia…?”
Bell seemed genuinely confused, surprised at how nonchalant the goddess was about this. Not only had she admitted to sucking him, but she was acting way more frisky and aggressive than usual. The worst part? He kinda liked it. Bell’s body wanted to mark this divine being as his own. He pulled her hair towards him, a sign of approval.
Hestia, of course, would have continued sucking him anyway, but she was happy to see her partner accept her advances. This only excited her further, sending even more heat to her cunt. She would put her everything on this.
Now that Bell had approved this, she was more eagerly sucking him, twisting and twirling her tongue as she pleasured the head. She continued to suck and throat as much as she could, which was a lot thanks to her nightly practice. She had developed a liking to having her throated fucked, a dependency on sucking him, so she was sucking him off enthusiastically, more like a succubus than a goddess.
Bell had to steady himself with Hestia’s hair and the wall behind them ass he experienced the best blowjob of his life. Not only that, but it was the first time being approached by the goddess in such a way. He was in utter orgasmic shock. To make matters worse, he couldn’t stop himself from admiring the body in front of him: huge, soft tits begging to be groped, amazing birthing hips and door busting ass. Hestia really had the entire package.
Before he could think properly about it, or even reach out to grope her, he felt his turgid cock bloat over. He knew what was coming up. It was the same sensation from before he had to “relieve” at the toilet. He must still have been sensitive from that orgasm. He tried to brace himself or alert Hestia, but he couldn’t.
In the blink of an eye, Bell was cumming once again, filling the goddess with his baby batter. Instead of a warning, a grunt escaped his mouth as he climaxed.
Hestia’s eyes popped open as she felt the thick, hot liquid run down her esophagus. Luckily for her, her throat was already trained to take the fluid, swallowing it as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
This continued for several minutes, with Hestia’s belly growing and growing as she kept swallowing all of Bell’s sperm. She wasn’t about to let anyone else get a taste of it, much less waste it by falling on the floor or anything. By the end of the orgasm, she looked as if she was 8 months pregnant with quintuplets.
Hestia simply popped the cock out of her mouth and wiped her mouth with her hand, a practiced gesture. She didn’t seem bothered or surprised by her bloated state. It didn’t matter to her, it was all going to go to her curves in a matter of hours after all.
“Tasty as always, Bell~” She purred with a smile. “Feel free to call me anytime you feel pent up, again. Ok?”
With that, she waddled to the couch, ready to hibernate all the splooge away.
Bell was left confused. He had just found out the goddess he lived with was sucking him constantly, and was bold enough to please him whenever he asked. He should’ve felt a bit of panic, or disgust, but he couldn’t help but feel… happy to have a partner like Hestia. His cock twitched in agreement.
He would surely take up her offer.
The coming days, he did that exact thing, requesting Hestia to drain him before and after work. It just made adventuring much easier. The only issue was that Hestia was becoming more and more addicted to him, not to mention her growing curves. She was always pestering him about her “daily ration.”
Before Bell knew it, blowjobs were part of the routine. Again, he should have felt frustrated by Hestia never letting him rest, but his body was also growing addicted to the blissful pleasure, and he was starting to like them too…
The strong sound of flesh on flesh clapping woke the white-haired boy one morning. The sun wasn’t even out, and nothing else was making any noise. There was only the constant and rather loud churn of his massive testes. Well, there was that peculiar clapping sound, but it also felt like a strange slamming, as if a god was hitting the earth. In a way, that analogy was right.
As soon as Bell looked up to see what was going on, he noticed Hestia on top of him, her huge, milked-up tits wrapped around his bestial cock. She had a deranged, but enamoured expression as she heaved her heavy udders just to drop them down the next second.
He was getting a titjob. And a rather strong one too.
Now that his senses were a bit more awake, he could feel the work of the slutty goddess. She was giving it her all, lifting and working her amazing tits around that behemoth of a cock, milking it like the good servant she was.
“C’mon, cum for me. Give it to me. Give me cummies again!”
She kept going on and on, like the perverted bitch she was. It was obvious this was what she wanted, as her corruption was still ongoing, but it was also clear she was pleading to Bell’s cock. She was encouraging it, telling it all of what it wanted to hear, appealing to that primal side of Bell.
He loved it. He was becoming more accustomed to Hestia’s lewd antics, while also becoming addicted to her. Bell loved how submissive and needy she was becoming, willing to drain him at a moment’s notice, milking him during the night, and just overall loving him. He wanted to cake her in his seed, marking her as his own.
His cock definitely agreed. It only grew harder and harder, adding centimeters to his maximum length every time they engaged in intercourse. Despite getting a titjob that could turn coal into diamonds, it grew harder, wanting to show the plump goddess just who was in charge around here.
Bell (and his cock) absolutely loved what Hestia’s nymphomania was doing to her. Not only was the aforementioned personality change, but she was also getting sexier and sexier by the minute. Her birthing hips were only fit for a goddess of fertility (which was what Bell believed Hestia was turning into), and her tits were extremely gropable and suckable. Each was the size of a wheel, meaning no human hand was enough to properly embrace. That only made her hotter, as one could pull her excess milky flesh and play with it at heart’s content. Her nipples were becoming the sizes of apples, meaning you had to open your mouth entirely to fit them. As if that wasn’t enough, Hestia was starting to lactate at random intervals, wetting her white dress or their precious couch. This, of course, was a sign that she was completely ready to breastfeed any possible offspring. As expected, none of the two had any idea of what it really meant.
All that they cared about was satiating their carnal needs.
“Cumcumcumcumcumcumcum…”
Hestia repeated, the only thing in her mind was delicious ambrosia. Wanting to please her master and expedite the process, she opened her mouth and swiftly swallowed the mammoth in front of her. She did her usual movements, the techniques she had practiced through all those nights, all so she could have her precious snack.
She didn’t stop her titjob though. Hestia was giving Bell the best titjob-blowjob combo of his life, a delicacy he would never forget. An experience he would beg for again (and she’d be happy to comply). She kept lifting and dropping her tits, working them to cushion that cock she loved so much.
With an earth-shaking slam, Bell felt his turgid cock shake in an all-too familiar way. Before he knew it, he was feeding Hestia yet another dose of potent baby batter. His body shook as the mind-numbing sensation washed over him.
He kept cumming inside her for around five minutes, the usual time it took for him to ejaculate all of his seed.
As he watched Hestia swallow everything, he smiled. He couldn’t wait to see how big she’d get.
Over the following weeks, Bell was finally able to unleash all of his built-up horniness, with Hestia being the recipient of them. Whenever he thought of Aiz’s tree-crushing mega thiccccc thighs, the goddess was there to drain him. Whenever the loud clapping of Ryuu’s overgrown, elven, sweaty wobblewagon crossed his mind, Hestia sucked his hulking gonads dry. Whenever Syr, who basically threw herself at him at every turn made him blush, Hestia was there to fill another bathtub with jizz. And so it went on, with every woman he had met, from the waitresses at the Hostess of Fertility, to Freya and all the other goddesses, Hestia was there to satisfy her familia member and drain the biggest, muskiest, loudest, overclogged and most virile balls in all of Orario. All of his excitement would literally explode all over Hestia as the complaints of the strange stench covering her body and breath at work would grow by the day. Not that she’d really care when she was living the dream.
And as this continued for many weeks, one thing crossed their mind, something that both Bell and Hestia were much too shy to ever bring up naturally; a taboo, a sacrilege of this world: a virgin goddess like Hestia losing her virginity to a mere level 1 adventurer like Bell Cranel. This would be so big news that a runt like Bell had managed to take the first time of an immortal being like Hestia, that all of Orario, and surely all the women he had respected, especially Aiz and Ryuu surely would hear about it. His name would forevermore be affiliated with that as the true monstrosity within his pants would become known to the lands. Bell couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing.
What the white-haired stud couldn’t know was that through their daily draining sessions, the deflowering of the virgin goddess Hestia was inching closer by the day.
And he would never be ready for her mega cow udders and planetary cheeks.
Only Hestia may take the first step; Bell’s fate was in her horny and needy hands!
She decidedly took the initiative, being there for Bell at any time. She was noticing how pent up and musky he was becoming, his ascension into a god of virility happening every passing second.
“Can I help you, master~?”
That was another thing. Hestia had started to refer to Bell as ‘master’, a sign of how low she had fallen. Now she saw him as the source of her pleasure, worthy of worship and all of her ovaries. Of course he was the goddess’ master.
“Oh, everything is fine, Hestia.”
Bell lied, his cock throbbing incessantly. It demanded the goddess’ eggs now. No piece of clothing, legendary or enchanted could hide his massive erection.
“Nonsense, master. Come over.”
Hestia pulled Bell to their homely couch. She sat and then shoved the poor boy into her lap, giving him a lap pillow to die for. A pleasure high-level adventurers would never experience. His face was under the mass of the milkiest teats in the kingdom. The sheer weight of them being a testament of how fertile this goddess was now. Bell could swear he heard a bit of sloshing from the udders.
“Rest now, dear. I got you~” She spoke softly, like a doting mother.
It was a mistake. Almost instantly, Bell’s balls grew from the excitement alone. Literal gallons of spunk were produced in half a second from just the sound of Hestia’s voice and the smother of her delicious tits. Despite this, Bell hesitated to move, his darker side telling him to remain there to experience what was to come.
The patience was worth it, as Hestia produced a bucket next to her. The goddesses’ hands then trailed towards the throbbing cock to her side. Her pupils became hearts as she observed that delicious fuckpipe. It was just utterly perfect for the god of virility he was becoming.
Moved by excitement, Hestia started to pump the cock away, her thin hands unable to properly encircle that massive shaft. Still, she gave it her all, working it in an attempt to please her master.
Unluckily for her, it was another mistake. After a couple strokes, Bell’s cock erupted in a sea of yellowish but transparent delight. But it was not the delicious ambrosia Hestia tried before. It was his precum. Said precum nearly instantly filled the bucket to the brim, threatening to spill his juices before any real orgasm. Bell for his part, simply grunted as Hestia continued to jerk him off. He was certainly enjoying this ride. As one can expect, this only cemented Hesita’s faith in his new god even further.
“Oh yes, master, keep going! Spill aaaallll~ of your essence into this couch. Mark it with your delicious musk!”
Hestia encouraged him in a rant-like manner, her voice pitching up and down as she continued to pump that mystical cock away. She wanted him to cum so badly, to be showered by the amazing ambrosia she craved every waking hour. It was her only purpose in life to be in contact with that amazing fluid.
GUuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrrrrrrrrrrrrrgglllllllllllllllllllEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee
As all of this happened, Bell’s testes started to inflate and grow, adding gallons of spunk by the second. The huge cells wriggled about, rushing to be let out after feeling Hestia’s steady strokes.
“H-Hestia… I think you should take it slowe—”
“Nonsense, dear~ You got a loooooot of frustrations packed in there, right?”
Hesita ignored his pleas, determined to see that delicious baby batter and have it for lunch today. She didn’t hear Bell’s warnings, pushing through like a lustful concubine. She wasn’t going to hear or do anything until she had that nectar once and for all. Her pumping speed increased, partly because she wanted to hurry the process but also because she knew it was a nice progression to the steady rhythm.
“Hestia, I think you should st—”
Bell continued to plead, but this time he was stopped by a manly, virile grunt that could only mean one thing. He was about to orgasm and paint everything yellow and white with the thickest jizz in the mortal realm.
BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Thick, fat ropes shot out of his urethra, looking more like syrup than someone’s seed. The thick fluid clung to the ceiling, defying gravity in a testament of virility. The following ropes landed across the room, some landing on the full bucket and some on Hestia (much to her delight).
The goddess, of course, squirmed in sheer delight from being showered by thick sperm.
Soon, however, the spunk lightly flooded over the floor, coating everything in a layer of cum. Hestia would have a good supply of her new favorite drink for weeks to come.
Bell, meanwhile, was reeling. With every stroke of Hestia’s dainty, gloved hands, he could feel the falna upon his back glowing, as if the experience itself was being ingrained into his soul. And why wouldn’t it be? He was in a sexual relationship with an immortal, divine being that had abstained from sex for time immemorial and was finally breaking that streak with him, a human, a mere mortal. Any god or goddess that knew Hestia would be utterly shocked how degenerate the Guardian of the Hearth had gotten within only a few weeks of coming down to the lower world, meeting Bell and creating her familia.
While Bell had just shot out enough grimy, hyper-virile, steaming breed-sludge to impregnate all of Orario, the poor adventurer was STILL rockhard as ever. And no wonder! Having his first sexual experiences with a superhumanly beautiful, impossibly stacked virgin goddess would get even his normally naive gears turning. Hestia’s magnificent, mountainous mammaries, tree-trunk thick thighs, door-annihilating hips and planetary, blubbery, sweaty ass cheeks were the perfect pair for Bell’s groaning, churning, bloated jizz-nukes and his about hyper monster cock after all. No mortal could ever satisfy Hestia ever again, until Bell’s soul had reincarnated again. At the pace they were going, nobody was going to be saved, especially those, who were romantically interested in Bell. Aiz, Ryuu, Syr and whoever else that might fall for his charms, they were future breeding stock already, his musk having already rewired their brain. It was only a matter of time until he and Hestia extended their perverted hands to those as well. Until then, the goddess of the hearth was keeping Orario safe from Bell’s breeding-monster and hyper spunk-churners from destroying genetic diversity as they knew it!
As Bell was still panting from the afterglow, Hestia’s gaze fell upon the large bucket, filled to the point of overflowing with congealed, still steaming, bubbling jizz as she began drooling. She was about to act upon her urges and to do something no god or goddess had ever done, and no mortal either. Debase herself to such an extent that she would fervently drink gallons of Bell’s ball slop.
Hestia’s love and lust for Bell surpassed all conventions after all.
Unbeknownst to both the Goddess of Hearth and her beloved adventurer, his growth was far from over.
Liaris Freese would make sure to make Bell grow until his hyper cock and jizztanks surpassed all known conventions and made him the perfect breeder.
A future hero deserved a fucklog worthy of his future harem after all.
Hestia was just the beginning…and even she hadn’t learned the true lengths of possible pleasure.
It wouldn’t be long until the Goddess was broken by his cock.
The Goddess with the biggest rack in the world would be his to breed.
Hestia couldn’t imagine a hotter fate.
Now that she had him where she wanted to, she would make her feelings come across to Bell.
No matter how lewd, degenerate or depraved she would get.
This fuckmonster was worth giving up being a virgin goddess over.
To be continued…