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All things were fair in love and war, mused the goddess Hephaistos, as she worked on yet another commission inside her workshop. Her muscles were taut, her brows furrowed, sweat trickling down the well-toned surface of her skin, while she set about her many tasks at the moment.

First was the matter of the commission, of course, which she could not just shirk. There had already been far too many instances where she'd had to delay a day, or two, in the delivery of her creations. The many adventurers of Orario had, over the course of three years, observed this change in the Hephaistos familia, causing many to conclude that business was booming, as there was no other means to explain the delay than a long and arduous queue. It couldn't be, they reasoned, that the standards of the prestigious armor and weapon-crafters of the dungeon city had fallen, for her creations and that of her Familia remained impeccably functional and impossible to accuse of shoddy work.

She certainly availed herself of that excuse, even to her own Familia, who had been rightfully concerned in their own way. Thank goodness there even was a smidgen of truth, as business was booming, which caused a massive backlog of orders that stretched for years.

Second in her mind, then, was the reason for the "lapse" in her standards. Her mortal lover, the cute and irresistible and no less manly adventurer, Bell Cranel.

For three years they had carried on this secret love affair, stealing kisses and moments during the empty hours when she was expected to create, and he was expected to work towards his duties as an adventurer. They had a baudy inside joke to themselves: "Bell, you've stretched my queue just as much as you've stretched my ass." In this way they trapped themselves in an endless stream of hidden debauchery, urged on by the goddess' inflamed sexual needs and Bell's near god-like sexual stamina. Together that proved a potent combination that would see them trapped in their mutual passions, ever seeking the pleasure of mating with the other.

Yet all throughout, she was ever so keen that their little trysts were nothing more than that. No expressions of love or devotion were demanded, or needed to be said. Hephaistos always insisted with Bell that theirs was merely fulfilling a trifling compact, and that there was nothing more to it than that.

And so, after a while, Bell seemed to have taken the hint and had then begun pursuing other women with frightening speed. His charisma was certainly deadly, as he was soon rumored to be not only an adventurer with the most potential, but also a bona fide heartbreaker with an insatiable appetite for the female form. Aside from his own goddess, who was notoriously sore about the subject, certain names as Ais, Ryuu and Rivieria kept on surfacing as the women involved in Bell's newfound womanizing ways. Thankfully, it never became a full-blown scandal—which was in itself a puzzling thing, but Hephaistos never tried to speculate too much. She was, after all, just as much a "notch on his bedpost" as the others, though she had the much more onerous role of actually being the one to unleash this cute little monster on the general population.

Three years therefore passed in this way. Hephaistos preferred not to talk to him about that, and so he continued onward in that way, all while the two of them continued their little "side-business". Unfortunately, it now culminated in a complicated situation, which Hephaistos was now contemplating, as the third most prominent thought in her mind.

It had happened last night. The stars had been quite bright and clear on the evening sky, which made for quite a romantic scene. It thus gave Hephaistos the idea to have their rendezvous up on the rooftop of her workshop, to add a little cozy atmosphere to their lovemaking.

(Not that love wasn't on her mind or anything. Definitely not.)

The strapping lad, having freshly completed his duties for the day, had arrived promptly. But before he could even wash up at her personal quarters, she had ambushed him, and dragged him up the stairs to the roof, where they wasted no time starting their coupling.

He trailed his finger around the curves of her breast, pulling the fabric to expose her flesh to the gleaming moonlight. His intense, ruby gaze lingered on her as his other hand caressed her sides, tracing the sensuous curves of her body; while at the same time teasing her with the extraordinary changes to Bell's own body over the years, which had turned him into a wonderful, manly specimen. He nuzzled her neck, his lips nibbling, licking, and sucking on her tongue and tracing a wet path over her skin with his saliva, causing her to shudder and pant in pleasure.

With practiced ease he swept away the undergarments over her breasts as he might a lowly monster, revealing the full breadth of her bosom which he greedily partook. His tongue licked and suckled on each of her teats, making her breath hitch as his teeth grazed them, while his hands massaged and squeezed the rest of her full mountains.

Then his face traveled down her torso, unraveling even more of her clothes as he went, nuzzling his face against her navel, leaving teasing love-bites over every surface as if to claim it in his name, marking her skin with his mouth. Her body shivered in pure delight as he stripped off the last of her upper garments, leaving her upper body exposed to the beautiful starry sky. Without pausing, Bell explored ever lower, dragging her trousers down to collect around her ankles, even as his tongue traveled all around her hips, teasing and planting kisses over the smooth surface of her buttocks, even as his hands reached around to give each buttock a firm squeeze. A breathy moan escaped her as her hands tugged on his silvery hair, her unspoken desire so apparent when she crossed her lone eye with his masterful crimson gaze.

They had then kissed deeply once again as they finished undressing each other, until they were both naked under the evening skies, her crisp leather boots the only remaining article of clothing. They made a bed of their discarded clothes, and Bell laid her on it even as he moved atop her, ready to claim her once more, as he had always done. He clutched her hands, entwining her fingers with his as his legs parted her thighs, until his great and powerful weapon, hot and stiff from desire, slid inside her, her tight hot, squeezing embrace greeting him with much enthusiasm. He'd moaned as she did, each of them delighting in the exquisite pleasure the other brought, even as their conjoined hips began the age-old rhythm that no man nor goddess could not escape—the primal, heavenly exultation of sex.

Their mouths were fastened greedily on each other; hot, wet tongues fighting for control even as he rode her hard, enticing fierce moans to resound over the starry night. She absorbed every one of his thrusts as a metal plate does her hammering blows—firmly, softly, and always with a promise of even more. In the meantime, he drove into her with every last ounce of his strength, plowing her heavenly hole with his own legendary weapon, ensuring that this divine sheath was shaped for him and him alone. He wanted her; she wanted him. They each wanted more. Again, and again, and ever again, for it would never be enough. Then, towards the end of their near-endless, almost excruciatingly painful and blissful rhythm, when their peak came and the stars above were replicated in their pleasure-drunk minds; he painted her insides once more with his essence, ensuring her core was always at his service, would always be a receptacle dyed in his colors alone.

For a long while they'd just remained there, spooning, holding hands, their faces glued to the other's as their tongues lazily explored each other's mouths. The chilly night air gently soothed the resting fires in their bodies—with Bell's manhood still firmly buried inside her depths. Eventually, after a while, the mortal's hips began to move, making the goddess sigh as the lewd sounds of their mating filled the night once more, the couple seemingly heedless of any who might have overheard their scandalous coupling.

…Well, a risky rendezvous outdoors where anyone could have spied them from the street, or from another rooftop, was already an invitation to disaster, but so far they'd done that many times before, and there was almost never a problem. In fact, there had been places much riskier than this. Hephaistus had sucked him off many times while he was stuck conversing with another person, usually his own goddess. Bell had even wrenched her screaming into orgasm, fingers firmly planted inside her panties, while Hestia was right there cooking a meal, with the goddess never realizing the truth. There was the time they fucked inside a market-place stall, where she had been exhibiting her goods. With her familia mere inches away, and it being a hot day on top of it, the two had become like sweaty rutting pigs, trying their best to quell the various sounds of sex before anyone noticed.

The most audacious, in her opinion, had been the "boot-monster" incident. It had involved a half-drunken idea cooked up during a feast, her deranged whisper to Bell during one of their sessions, and the adventurer returning to her with exactly what they needed: a cloak of invisibility. After a full moment of feeling sorry for herself for even getting this far, a part of her that was thrilled by the development nonetheless pushed through with the plan. It was thus that the couple spent a full day inside the labyrinthine dungeon of Orario, utterly naked, with only the invisibility cloak to hide their presences. The thrill of being discovered, nor less attacked by any monsters while inside, had made the resulting sex sweetest and most depraved they had ever done. This was balanced by the fact that they had actually been spotted by other adventurers in the midst of their coupling, though only sofar as they saw the boots Hephaistos wore, floating like disembodied body parts while Bell bounced her off his cock. Rumors of a flying pair of sentient boots, screaming obscenities, then began circulating throughout town, and presented as some sort of newly discovered type of monster, to the goddess' eternal embarrassment.

So, no, this nighttime rendezvous was not that extreme, compared to the other times and methods they had done it. It wasn't even that romantic, no matter how much the mortal remarked it so.

It was then during midnight, after Bell had slipped away, leaving a loosely clothed Hephaistos to brood silently while looking out over the town, that the trouble began. And that came in the form of another goddess, who suddenly materialized when Hephaistos turned her head.

"Hello," said Freya, goddess of the strongest Familia.

Hephaistos took only a moment to understand: from the beautiful goddess' playful smirk, the knowing look in her eyes, to the riskier attire she wore, as if she were out on the prowl for those she could prey upon sexually. All of it added up to a realization that made the one-eyed goddess hang her head.

"Aw, crap."

Freya giggled. "Oh, it's not that bad, really. Do not fear for that fact."

Ughh… She could feel a headache coming. Not only was the great and influential Freya-sama here, she also knew about her and Bell…! Frankly, she didn't really care if the other goddess wanted to blackmail her, but she felt sorry for having to pull Bell into this. "Since when?" she asked.

"Three years is a long time," Freya murmured serenely, walking over to gaze out over the town as she had done.

"That long? Have you—wait, have you been… watching us?"

The other goddess breathed deep. "Ahhh, the scent of young, blossoming love. It is ever so rich and gullible." She raised an eyebrow, as she glanced at Hephaistos. "I have been watching over young Bell for a while before you snared him. How could I not quickly discover your secret relations? Oh, but it was all so sweet, how you carried on so! Like it was a shameful secret or something—well I do say it is not. It's beautiful, actually."

"Damn it. Just kill me now," Hephaistos groaned.

"Don't be upset," Freya said. "As I said, do not fear. I am not here to gloat, or demand anything. Well, not from you."

"What?"

"The time has come," Freya announced. "Bell has bloomed into the adventurer I have wanted him to be. He has even become the man I wanted him to become. I have been watching over him for so long, biding my time, yes, even watching all your escapades you thought were secret; even watching over his affairs with those other girls. I have waited long for this plant to bloom, for him to ripen like fruit before I pluck at him. I have you to thank for pushing him to this point, for nourishing the plant, so to speak.

"And now: now, I find his charms irresistible. Now I cannot help but want to devour him completely. To savor his taste, the accumulation of many days of toil and effort to reach this point."

"That is one disturbing speech."

"I just want to fuck him," Freya now said bluntly, making Hephaistos flinch. "Just like you. I assume, as you have always done, that you have no objections to that?"

Hephaistos' face flushed. "O-Of course not! Why would anyone ever think that?"

Freya smiled, cat-like. "Then you would not object to my claiming Bell as lover then?"

"No, do as you will!" Hephaistos said, turning to leave. She could not deal with the other goddess right now, especially right after sex. Sex always made her feel vulnerable.

"Don't go yet. The blackmail starts now."

Hephaistos stopped, and turned slowly to Freya. "What?" she asked.

"I ask for merely a favor from you," Freya said lazily. "In order to facilitate my transition into Bell's arms, I would ask a boon from his oldest and longest-running lover."

"Is this a joke?"

"No, as I said, this is blackmail, my dear. No one else knows of your little affairs but you; and I am sure you would want to keep it that way, hmm?"

About a week later, Bell returned once more from a successful outing in the dungeon towards another meeting with his goddess. Not Hestia, who'd said she was visiting some other gods for a meeting regarding him, but his other "goddess", the lover he'd taken up—the beautiful, ravishing Hephaistos.

She'd told him she had a surprise waiting for him on their next rendezvous, which honestly excited him. Everything she did and suggested excited him at this point, arguably even more than when Ais propositioned him for a quickie behind the training yards, or the time when his Goddess role-played a dog in heat for some reason, or at the dungeon when Ryuu was trapped in that monster's mucus and she actually demanded he ravish her before he could free her. Yes, when Hephaistos said she had a surprise waiting that was a very exciting prospect, because it meant she was actively thinking about him.

When he arrived at her workshop he was a little disappointed to see that she was just there, waiting. Oh sure, she was half-naked, but there seemed nothing different at all.

Then he saw her point at the chair, which he had never seen before. Then he saw the bindings on the table, along with the piece of cloth.

"Blindfold play? Oh, goddess, you remembered!"

"Hush, you," Hephaistos said. She strode forward purposely, her thick boots stomping loudly on the floor. "Just do as you're told."

"Yes!" He hastened to do as she said. Blindfold play was quite a rare feast for them, as Hephaistos had said she had reservations about the whole thing. But whenever she did agree, he knew he could expect her to do mind-blowing things with her boots, as well as raunchy, bare-back sex on the chair later. At the sheer thought of anticipation his erection near burst out from his trousers, threatening to tear a hole in them.

In less than a minute she already had him bound and helpless to the chair, with his monstrous erection all the more apparent jutting up beneath the fabric of his pants. Accompanied by a sweet kiss on the lips, she took his vision away, which instantly made his other senses sharpen, his arousal reaching a feverish high.

She quickly unbuttoned his trousers, making his erection spring out to full attention like a shipmast.

"Eager, are we?" she asked, giggling.

"Yes, certainly goddess," he wheezed. She gave his towering meat a firm tug. Then he heard the sound of rustling clothes—obviously her undressing. He ached for it, the anticipation burning him up from within. Eventually, the sensation he sought for came at last: the feel of smooth leather sliding against his length meant she had now encircled him along the sides of her boots, coaxing sweet sensations and teasing him with irresistible pleasure. Like a chained dog with food dangling in front of him, Bell strained and struggled in his restraints, desperate to rub and touch his length against the leather surface of her boots.

"You like this?"

"Yes!"

"Good boy."

With gentle tugging motions her feet rubbed up and down his length, assailing him with all sorts of delicious torture. All too quickly he built up to a brazen peak, but as if sensing it, she quickly withdrew, and the sensation of the boots around him disappeared into thin air. He whined at the sudden cessation, and would not be soothed, even with her approaching him and marking kisses all over his face.

"Mmm… You like it? There's more coming, don't worry."

"Ohhh… goddess…"

Unbeknownst to Bell, another person had entered the room, and had snuck in close to the entwined lovers. Hephaistos was well aware of her presence though, and despite the misgivings that could be clearly seen on her face, the newcomer strode confidently towards Bell.

As Hephaistos proceeded to lick and caress Bell's neck, the newcomer's hands begin running all over his clothes, unbuttoning and unclasping where it was needed, until they could access the skin beneath. Bell moaned under the intense, tortuous pleasure he thought his goddess was giving him, still clueless to the truth.

It was only when those same hands encircled his dick, slowly rubbing up and down his length, that he realized something was wrong. There was a pair of hands on his erection, but he could distinctly feel that Hephaistos' hands were against his back. The impossibility made his mind wake up, alarm bells ringing, as he said, "Wait, what's going on? Is there someone else here?"

He heard a snort, which he could tell was Hephaistos. But another voice, something he had not expected to hear in this secret place, soon followed. "I am also here, young one."

"Huhhh?" Question marks could have been easily visible above Bell Cranel's head, indicating his great confusion about it all. The deception was quickly uncovered when the blindfold was removed over his eyes, revealing the truth. And the truth rocked the young man to his core.

He knew her. Of course he knew her. He had spoken to her several times, had even bore the brunt of her teasing. Her presence, almost entirely glimpsed rarely around town, was that of an alluring magnificent woman, brazenly showing off her womanly aspects in her manner of dress, while also utterly unafraid of censure or unworthy attention. In fact, she even seemed to revel in being a sight that would turn heads everywhere she passed. For it was not only her sublime beauty that made her seem an untouchable entity, it was also the fact that she held the strongest Familia in all of Orario, and perhaps beyond.

This was Freya, a goddess Bell knew.

And yet what he thought he knew and what was being shown to him were quite different things at the moment. Freya liked to dress provocatively, showing off her sexy curves, yet now she was—to Bell—a symbol of all he desired. Her sexy frame was clad in shining, skimpy, skintight leather. Her breasts jutted out like great fat lemons, clinging tight and accentuated beneath the dress. Her cleavage was even now clearer to see, almost to the point of exposing itself to him; her belly, slim, smooth and unmarred, was bare. Her leather leggings made her buttocks seem thicker than usual, neatly following the contours of her thick, luscious thighs and her wide hips. Finally, she wore thick leather boots, pitch-black and glossy.

"Wha… Wha… Wha… Goddess?" he asked breathlessly.

"Indeed," she replied. Her body was so close he could almost breathe deep of her scent.

"What are you… What's going on?" In answer, her hand cupped his chin, the sudden feeling of her touch sending shocks up his spine. This was almost exactly like the first time he had touched Hephaistos—and also how he felt sometimes still—the feeling of boldly touching one whose entire existence was rooted in the divine was pleasure entirely unto itself. His whole face felt like a sexual organ in itself, the continuing contact making his whole face warm, even as his skin felt as sensitive as the tip of his cock.

And then when her hand went back to his crotch, patting and rubbing along his length, the sensation redoubled, tripled, quadrupled, such that his eyes fluttered, and he fought to stifle an orgasm. His little member jumped and twitched with every tug, as eager as an animal with its master.

Her words resounded in his ears like she had spoken a magic spell directly within them. "Bell Cranel. I shall formally claim you now. You are mine."

Their first kiss was electric to Bell, as all first kisses with women were. But there was something more at play here—something different rising from their point of contact. It was as if a mind-affecting spell had been thrust into him. The kiss was not just a kiss. It was a promise of so much more, and therefore images, each more debauched than the last, assaulted him, filling him with endless, hungry desire. Time and space and all mortal troubles were as nothing as he laid claim to this divine apparition, mating with it endlessly while consecrating it as a holy receptacle for his seed and his alone.

When the kiss ended, the images dissipated, yet they remained in some form, forever etched in his memory. He then realized that she had once more turned her attention to his body, unwrapping it like a present. He watched as she peeled his adventuring trousers down completely, before she then ghosted her hands along the surface of his thighs, making a pleasant tingle run through his spine.

It was then that he remembered that Hephaistos was also still there, silently but furiously continuing her loving ministrations on him like nothing had changed. It was made all the more apparent, when the two goddesses in the room kissed him on either cheek, sending him once more on the path of rapturous imagination. In there, he was as a thundercloud, enveloping, near-smothering, almost invisible as he wrapped around the glorious naked bodies of both Hephaistos and Freya, mating with them at the same time, every point of contact causing thunderous rumblings and flashes of lightning to erupt from within him; until at last after almost a millennia of breeding these goddesses wet, slippery streams burst out from within him, coating the land below with glorious rain…

"What's… happening…" he gasped, his mind returning sharply to the present. Though it was only a brief flash of imagination, he still felt like he had lived through every moment, like he had become some divine apparition.

"She is using her wicked magics on you," said Hephaistos, with some derision.

"It is all just part of my charm," said Freya, whom he realized was now breathing directly on his erection.

"Sorcery, you mean."

"One cannot be a goddess of fertility without exuding neverending charm," the blonde goddess replied. "Bell, my dear, this is only the consequence of bedding a goddess. It is only fortunate that her aspects are so far removed from the act of sex that you were only able to glimpse a hint of the divine ecstasy—but as I am your partner, all my charms are now bent towards you, resulting in this. Do not worry. I shall make it worthwhile."

And with that her lips descended on the tip of his cock, swallowing the bulb ably while staring straight at him. Bell gritted his teeth, feeling like he had become completely drunk on alcohol in only under a minute. Every sensation she gave him was sweet, searing torture. She licked, she teased, she gulped, slowly moving down until he was halfway lodged within her divine voicebox; before she moved even further, suckling all the while until her lips centered around the base of his cock, near half of it rammed down her throat. Then she moved her head up and down, and her throat long with it, sliding him in and out of the tight confines of her mouth and throat like it was nothing, while sloppily immersing him with a liberal dose of saliva.

To Bell, it was like lightning continued to flash in his mind as the undeniably sweet torture of Freya's sudden blowjob coursed through him, gripping him in a paroxysm of pleasure he could not easily escape. A savage part of him longed to be set free, to wrap his arms around her, to run her fingers through her hair, to take her head and ram his cock into her again and again until she choked on it, goddess or no.

He was, therefore, close to climax then and there, and it was signaled by a stiffening of his shoulders, and a chill running down towards his cock. His balls clenched as he exploded inside her, as he tried desperately to hold himself in, to no avail. Strings of his white seed jetted down her throat, painting her guts freely. Through half-lidded eyes he saw the triumphant look in Freya's eyes, and the red flush that stole across her cheek, all while her throat moved, accepting everything he could give her in silence, her throat rumbling and giving him even more pleasure than he had even thought possible.

He groaned again, and then heard Hephaistos say, "Wow, I haven't seen that face of his in a while. It's like you really, really drained him. Fuck me, that was hot." Dimly, he saw, with no small amount of surprise, that the one-eyed goddess was on the bed, half-naked, her booted feet high in the air as her hands were buried in the junction of her thighs.

A last spurt of his cum, and he was sated, all his ejaculation having been deposited deep in the goddess' belly, as if he had just fed her to full. When she withdrew from him, she did it slowly, deliberately, making sure he could keenly feel every last bit of her mouth against his length as they exited the warm confines of her oral passage. After leaving her lips with a smack, Freya opened her mouth, proving she had drunk it all, proving she had willingly swallowed his seed.

Freya's voice was deep and sultry as she replied to Hephaistos' earlier statement. "Don't worry. He'll fuck you as scheduled today, just as soon as I'm done."

"Goddess," he said, speaking it in such a way similar to how he addressed Hestia and Hephaistos: reverently, and with much awe. His erection rose, as if to salute her. He wanted her like a starving beast hungered for food. He wanted to breed her, mate with her, make love to her. To take and plunder everything about her, while also giving himself over utterly to her. And as if sensing that brutish desire, as if she too desired all of what he wanted, she stood to her feet, and dexterously straddled him, her leather-clad boots clinging to his shoulders while she presented a gap in her trousers, a deliciously-crafted gap that exposed the pink and wondrous entrance to her inner dominion. Her lower lips danced against his erection playfully, never too close or too far, yet always out of reach, her hips swaying ably to only just barely graze against his length.

"You are mine now, as you have been since you caught my eye, Bell Cranel," she proclaimed. "And thus, it is your privilege, should you choose to accept me, to claim me as your own in turn. What say you?"

"I'm yours, Goddess!" he shouted, and in that moment she obliged him by pushing down her nethers hard on his cock. Within moments she had fully engulfed his length, and after only a few seconds of hesitation, she began bouncing down rapidly on his cock. She was already very wet, he discovered, which only fueled his passion. Her pale skin that was not hidden by the leather suit grew flushed from exertion. Though he had only just cum, he had stamina to spare from his years as an adventurer, which he put to good use grinding upward into her pussy with everything he got. While doing so, she presented herself to him as an alluring beauty with few equals, as she clenched around him, as she panted sweet sighs onto his face, as she responded to his every upward thrusts, as her body moved and swayed. It all captivated him, to have something this divine and beautiful ride his cock with such determination.

Then he felt Hephaistos behind him, and she undid his bonds, leaving his hands free at last. He lifted up the goddess in his lap, who weighed almost nothing in his hands, and without withdrawing himself from within her, placed her down onto the bed, his hips ever surging onward with the frantic, feral speed of a beast finally unchained. Freya squealed in anticipation, her pussy squeezing like a vice in response around him.

With his newfound freedom the pace of their fucking grew. Something in Bell, primal and true, had broken loose, causing him to thrust into her wildly, his hips moving and slapping into her with lightning speed. It was here that Freya finally unleashed a cry of pure, womanly joy, as her legs wrapped around the mortal's back, caging him in her loving embrace, even while she experienced an ecstasy she had not felt in a long time.

They came together, in such a strong and powerful way; and yet it was as if neither of them had noticed that moment, for each was so intent on breeding the other that Bell's thrusting motions never stopped, even as copious amounts of his jizz pumped directly into the goddess' core, draping her inner walls in his color. In turn her love juices erupted, splashing all over his groin as the smell of her nectar wafted through the air, beguiling him ever more into this frenzied rutting that would never end. The two of them gasped and moaned their pleasures—he at having successfully bred another goddess, she at having finally claimed him as her own.

When it ended, he yet remained stiff as a rock, still raring to continue. She pushed him off her, then flipped him over to the side so she could loom over him, her blonde hair hanging over her head. She brushed some locks behind her ear as she descended, until her face was level with his crotch once more. She planted a kiss on his slick, glistening dick, which was drenched completely in their mutual juices. She planted a tongue between his slit, while her lips massaged his glans.

She swallowed the rest of him, her lips creating a suctioning motion that had him hooting in agonized ecstasy. Then, as he was settled deep inside her once more, she paused, then shared a knowing look with him. In a flash, he realized what she wanted him to do. And so he did; taking the sides of her face, feeling the warmth of her cheeks as he pushed his hips upward, forcefully invading her throat. She accepted him without hesitation, a deep gurgling moan echoing from her throat. The rest of her mouth sloppily licked and pleasured his length, even as he began to face-fuck her in earnest.

It felt so liberating, as a heady rush of masculine domination coursed through Bell's mind. Here he was openly violating the mouth of a goddess whom the entire town deemed a superior existence, and now he was using her mouth like it was an onahole made specifically for his use. He thrust in and out, uncaring for her comfort, for indeed she also did not give any indication that she felt any discomfort; as she seemed to even relish being used like a cheap whore, instead of being worshiped like the goddess she was. Such mindless debauchery was perhaps her aim in itself, reducing a much-loved hero and goddess into little more than sex-crazed beasts, as evidenced by the frantic, desperate movements of Bell's hips coinciding with the rush of fluid from Freya's nethers that now coated the floor. All the while, the sounds of thick, slapping flesh mixed in with the furious squelching of Hephaistos' pussy as she fingered herself to her own finish through this debased voyeurism of the two lovers.

When he came, she did not swallow him utterly. Her hands, revealing their true strength, stopped him from pinning her head to his crotch, instead, she allowed him to cum until her cheeks swelled with his seed, then pushed him back until he sprayed the rest of his searing essence on her face, instantly defiling the beautiful, perfect visage of a goddess with mortal cum, coating her hair and making drops of his drying cum drip from her chin, her ear, earrings, and lips; drip, drip, dripping down to stain her leather suit and the rest of her pale skin, creating small, lewd points and pools of white on the glossy black surface. For Bell, who was watching, the desecration was complete, and though little he knew, he would now belong to Freya's, and she his. She opened her lips, allowing some of his seed to ooze down, even as the last of his ejaculate shot right inside, adding even more of his baby batter to the pile gathered in the goddess' mouth.

When his mind-blowing orgasm ended, he thought for sure that was the end—or at least he assumed that they would now return to another rutting, as he was still hard and stiff, ready to unload another batch. And yet he was unable to predict what happened next, for no sooner had he stopped cumming than when Freya's lovely, piano-thin fingers beckoned towards Hephaistos, causing the latter goddess to approach.

"Hm? Wha—wait, whoa—hrymphhhhh!"

In one lightning-quick motion Freya had seized the other's head and planted her face right against hers, before capturing Hephaistos' mouth and ramming her tongue right down the latter's throat. The other goddess could do nothing but squirm and struggle, as the surprise had caught her completely off guard. But then, as Bell watched, enraptured, Hephaistos' tense shoulders relaxed, as if relenting, with her body sagging against the other's. The loud, obvious smacking sound came, and it was clear that not only were the two goddesses kissing, Freya was also forcing much of his cum into Hephaistos' mouth, judging by the loud, audible gulps and the way her throat moved, forced to swallow dollops of his seed.

When Freya finally pulled away, Bell could see Hephaistos' lone eye was left in a daze, as if she had been entranced by some hypnotic spell. Her tongue lolled out, stained quite obviously with remnants of his cum. Quickly, she set to lapping up the cum still drying on Freya's face, though to Bell it was as if she was eagerly eating up the other goddess. No matter the truth, the appearance was the same, and the nigh lesbian-like way that the two goddesses made out, clamoring for his cum.

It was thus that Hephaistos was subdued, and defeated, all for a purpose only Freya knew. And Bell was about to discover that, when she laid the other goddess at her side, and then beckoned him. Tonight, he would dine on two divine spirits, and he would relish their bodies for as much as his mortal body was able. And thus he dove onto the bed, and straight into the pool of pleasure that only two goddesses could give.

Time lost all meaning for them all. He fucked them both: side to side, one on top of the other, him sandwiched between their lovely thighs, pressed between their conjoined breasts, or their leather boots stimulating him to a sloppy end. Their lusts unending, their passion reigned unabated, until even the bedsprings rang endlessly from their frantic copulations. Two rapturous, vivacious goddesses enveloped him in their ethereal charms, pushing him to the limit as no other trial had, challenging his body as no other monster had. He partook freely of Hephaistos, his long-time lover, while at the same time lavishing all manner of attention on Freya, his newest conquest.

They shifted from the bed: with both of them leaning against the window, perceptible to those who would watch the workshop from afar, as he took them from behind, alternately pounding into their bodies with the force of a man possessed. He did this until their bodies were glazed with his cum, their buttocks red and raw, until he had perfected his domination over their sinful bodies with his mortal seed.

All throughout, the two goddesses did not neglect their attentions on the other—as they engaged in a lesbian duel of tongues and fingers, each attempting to one-up the other and establish dominance through deft strokes or the exploitation of a gap in the other's defenses, even as Bell marked their bodies with his manly essence. The sinful sight of their little side-war, waged with much abandon and protracted depravity.

His earlier imaginations seemed like prophecy, as he slowly spent the night eternally entwined with the goddesses, exactly like the thundercloud had been. They pleasured him front to back, side by side, hip to hip, cock to mouths. They both seemed to fervently seek pleasure in his body, rubbing against him with the surety of one who expects release just from a single individual—him. Their voices were a repeated cacophony of high notes and screeching squeals, a testament to the crucible of ultimate pleasure that trapped the three beings therein. They became as a writhing three-head beast, making it impossible for a distant viewer to discern where one began and the others ended. Again and again he impregnated them, if goddesses could be impregnated, pumping their insides with his virile seed until every last bit of their bodies were soaked in Bell Cranel.

When their climax came, Bell was yet again afflicted with a scene straight out of imagination. Though perhaps, given the presence of the other goddesses with him, it was truly a vision. Hearts beating as one, they floated in a space made beautiful by the many glinting lights surrounding them, as if Bell had ascended to the night-time sky. From within his body rose grew a steady warmth, like a sun blooming to existence within him. The moment was so hallowed, so sacred, that Bell could do nothing but give himself fully to the tide of bliss that surrounded him. As the last few bits of searing comets shot out from him, to land on some place he could not see, Bell felt… content, like a man who had finally reached the bosom of that primordial Mother Goddess, even if in truth it was between the embrace of two goddesses where he found it.

The goddesses watched as Bell Cranel dozed, while their bodies remained intertwined with his. They preferred to stay that way, not because they had been tuckered out like the mortal had been, but because it just felt so right. Even Freya, who had initially come into the dalliance with a superior attitude, felt humbled, even when she felt the body of another woman in bed.

"He is brilliant," she proclaimed throatily, her husky voice betraying the hoarseness in her voice, a result of the myriad screams the tireless adventurer had coaxed from her in their rolling lust.

"Yeah… that much was obvious," Hephaistos said, rolling her one visible eye. For her, the start of last night's session had been built behind a veneer of blackmail, as she was basically forced to play along. But in the end, she did experience something novel, and she was satisfied, oddly enough. Her gaze went to a spot on the wall, whereupon she yelped. "Heaven's bells it's morning!"

"I've already taken care of it, now shush, let him sleep," said Freya, smiling fondly down at the sleeping form of the young man who was squeezed in between the two goddesses.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, that I've engineered things in town to ensure that our privacy is maintained. I've also taken the liberty of commissioning the services of your familia in this endeavor, so don't you worry on that end.

"I reckon this gives us… perhaps a good day before someone begins asking questions." Freya stretched her free arm, causing her free boob to slap on Bell's cheek. Responding unconsciously, the adventurer's lips latched onto her nipple, causing the goddess to yelp appreciatively.

"A good day?"

"You do want to continue, yes?" Freya asked, brows raised.

Hephaistos flushed. She wanted to say a lot of things, but knew she could not deny the one basic fact. "I—I do, of course…"

"Then we'll give him an hour or two before waking him up. Then we'll have until sundown to enjoy ourselves. Speaking of… we can't always be meeting here for sex. I've got a new place I prepared, just for the occasion."

"Wait, what? New place?"

"Of course. For next time."

Hephaistos' sole eye widened. "N-Next time?"

"Obviously. And for all the times after. Especially if we include his other broodmares in the mix. Oooh…what a thing to look forward to."

Chapter commissioned by anonymous, thank you. A reminder that the story is commissioned.

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