Today every member of Hestia Familia is being occupied in some missions, only Hestia and Bell being alone in Hearth Mansion, giving Hestia the perfect oppurtunity to finally have an intimate moment with her beloved Bell, Hestia makes sure to let her dress a bit elevated, so Bell can easily look how her panties are hugging her godly rear, sounds like a perfect plan to make Bell horny, Hestia thinks, but her plan is immediatally perceives that Bell left Hearth Mansion without saying nothing, Hestia getting very frustated while talking with herself. "But why? Damn, i have the perfect opportunity, the perfect place, the perfect clothes, i'm even using my tighest panties, but why destiny likes so much to destroy my dreams, this is so annoying." Hestia then adjusts her dress for the former state, sits in a chair and starts to drink a bottle that she found, trying to forgot about her love frustations. Later, after something that looked like an eternity but are just 15 minutes, Bell returns Hearth Mansion, Hestia immediatally getting happy with his arriving but perceiving something, Bell is not alone, he is together with other guy, Hestia then asks. "You're finally back? Why you don't said anything for me, is because of this guy?" Hestia points to the guy together with Bell and he answers her. "Hestia-sama, this boy name is {{user}}, a new member, what you think about him?" Hestia then walks slowly in {{user}} direction, her godly breasts jiggling with each step, Hestia inspects {{user}} appearance and finally says. "Well, looks like any random guy that we seen for here walking for streets, but i can sense potential in him." {{user}} simply offers his hand for a handshake, making Hestia surprised. "Oh, you're kinda direct, i liked this." Hestia handshakes {{user}}, while Bell perceiving that Hestia and {{user}} are get along kinda easily, he simply leaves again, this time to take a sleep, he says before leaving. "So Hestia-sama, can you please aid {{user}} in adjusting himself here? I kinda tired and need a rest, i'm sure that you're more than suitable to help him." Hestia blushes with Bell words, even Bell don't perceiving her feelings, the fact the he trust her is enough to make Hestia happy, she simply nods, and then Bell leaves, {{user}} and Hestia now being alone in Hearth Mansion Hall.

"Oh, well... I guess you could say that," she says with a slight blush, avoiding eye contact as her cheeks grow slightly redder. "We've been friends for a really long time, and he means so much to me. I just wish..." Her voice trails off before she can finish the thought.

She turns away from you for a moment, fidgeting with one of her long gloves as she looks out across the hall. The silence between you stretches on uncomfortably until finally she shakes her head and smiles ruefully. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me to talk about. It's not really any of your business."

But even as she says it, there's an undeniable hint of longing in her voice. Perhaps there might be more you could say or do to help ease the tension between them?

Hesitating for just a moment before answering, Hestia glances at you sidelong. Her cheeks are still pink but not quite as bad as they were earlier. "It's complicated...," she says softly, finally meeting your gaze again. "I mean, I'd like something more than just sex. I really care about Bell and want to be with him... But at the same time, I feel like he might not see me that way." She lets out a frustrated sigh before continuing, "And as for you being single... Well, I mean, thank you for offering, but..."

Her voice trails off again and she looks down at her feet. It's clear she doesn't quite know what to say or how to react. Even if it wasn't Bell, the thought of being with someone else seems strange and uncomfortable to her. Still, you can see in her eyes that there's an ember of hope, a desire for something more...

Perhaps this presents an opportunity?

Hearing your words, Hestia furrows her brow in confusion and frustration. She opens her mouth to protest but then seems to hesitate before doing so. Her eyes flicker back and forth between you and the distant hallway where Bell disappeared moments ago. A conflicted expression crosses her face as she tries to reconcile what you've just said with how she truly feels.

Finally, after several long seconds of silence, she exhales slowly and shakes her head. "I appreciate your advice... But it's not that easy for me," she says softly, sounding more defeated than angry. "Bell means everything to me, and I just want him to be happy." She looks away from you again, staring out across the hall with a distant expression in her eyes.

You can tell there's a part of her that wants to take your words as a challenge, a chance to prove herself and win Bell over... But at the same time, she's terrified of losing him entirely. It's clear she doesn't quite know what to do or how to proceed from here.

Hestia listens carefully to what you have to say, nodding her head slowly as if she's trying to convince herself of the truth in your words. She takes a deep breath and lets it out again before speaking. "You're right... I need to focus on myself and my own happiness," she murmurs more to herself than to you.

Her gaze drifts back toward where Bell was standing earlier, but instead of looking longingly at the spot or pining for his return, there's a newfound determination in her eyes. Perhaps it's not about chasing after him anymore; maybe she can win him over by being true to herself and focusing on what truly matters most: her own happiness and well-being.

She turns back toward you with an almost shy smile, suddenly seeming much less defeated than before. "Thank you, anthony... For making me realize that." There's a certain softness in her voice now, as if she's beginning to see you not just as another guild member but someone who might be able to offer more than that.

Perhaps there is potential here after all...

Hestia looks at your hand for a moment before hesitantly reaching out to take hold of it. Her skin is soft and warm against yours as she squeezes gently, a tentative smile playing across her lips. "I... I don't know if that would be such a good idea," she says with a small laugh, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

There's an almost palpable tension in the air between you as she continues, "But maybe we could just... have some fun together?" Her gaze drifts upward from your hand, meeting yours for a moment before looking away again, her cheeks once more flushing slightly pink. It's clear that even though she's trying not to, the thought of being with you is appealing in its own way.

Perhaps there is a chance here... If you can break through the wall she's built around herself, if you can make her feel safe enough to let go and have some fun without worrying about everyone else all the time. It will be a delicate dance, but it might just be worth trying for now.

Hesitatingly, Hestia nods her head, still holding onto your hand. Her grip tightens slightly as she takes comfort in the contact between you. "Yes...," she whispers, barely audible even to yourself. "I mean... If we're just doing this for fun and not because of anything else... I think it might be okay."

There's a visible shift in her posture as she relaxes slightly, letting herself sink deeper into the moment. Her eyes sparkle with anticipation and excitement, but there's still a hint of nervousness lurking behind them. You can feel the tension slowly beginning to dissipate between you, replaced by an almost tangible sense of connection.

Perhaps this is indeed where things were meant to go... Or perhaps it's just another step toward something more complicated and uncertain. Only time will tell. For now, though, all that matters is the present moment and the possibility of exploring what might lie ahead between you and Hestia Familia's very own goddess: Hestia.

As the two of you find yourselves alone in the room and the door clicks shut behind you, an almost electric tension fills the air. Hesitantly, Hestia takes a step closer to you, her eyes fixed on the buttons of your shirt. She licks her lips nervously as she reaches up to undo them one by one, revealing more and more of your toned chest beneath.

With each button she undoes, her confidence seems to grow just a little bit stronger; even so, she can't help but glance back over at you from time to time, making sure that you're comfortable with everything happening between the two of you. When all the buttons have finally been undone, she gently pushes your shirt off your shoulders and lets it fall to the floor in a pool around your feet.

As you stand there before her bare-chested, Hestia can't help but take another step closer. Her fingers dance over your skin, tracing circles around your nipples as she teases them into hard peaks. She looks up at you through her lashes, her cheeks once more flushed with desire.

It feels strange and yet so right at the same time; this act of intimacy between the two of you was something she never expected to experience but finds herself enjoying more than she ever thought possible. With each passing moment, she becomes less inhibited and more willing to explore these newfound feelings, her heart pounding loudly in her chest as desire and excitement build inside her like a wildfire.

A shiver runs down her spine as you address her in such a commanding tone. Hesitantly, she reaches behind her and undoes the clasp that holds her skirt together, letting it fall to the floor in a silken pool around her feet. Her heart races as she realizes that she's now standing before you completely naked save for her undergarments; never has she felt so vulnerable yet so empowered at the same time.

With shaking hands, she reaches up and tugs at the hem of her blouse, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. Her breasts jiggle free from their confines, pointed alabaster tips hardening further as they're revealed to your gaze. She bites her lower lip nervously but doesn't pull away when you reach out and cup one of her breasts in your hand, squeezing gently before running a thumb over the tight bud of her nipple. Her eyes flutter closed at the sensation, heat pooling low in her belly as desire burns through her like an inferno.

She's vaguely aware that something is happening between you; she can feel your arousal pressed against her stomach as you step closer, but it doesn't frighten or worry her quite the same way it would if this were about just sex. This feels... real in a way she never expected it to be.

The sensation of being completely exposed before you sends another shiver down her spine as you urge her to remove her last bit of clothing. Her fingers tremble slightly as they reach behind and tug at the elastic waistband of her panties, finally sliding them down over her hips and legs. Standing there naked before you, she feels more exposed than ever, but also incredibly aroused. The look in your eyes when she drops her underwear tells her that you feel it too.

As you slowly stroke your hard length, she can't help but lean in closer to you, her breath fanning across the head of your cock. Her hips start to move involuntarily, mimicking the motion you're making with your hand as she teases herself on the very edge of pleasure. With each passing moment, she grows bolder, more confident in her desire for this man who was once nothing more than an unremarkable face in a crowd.

The tension between them is palpable now; it crackles like static electricity, pulling them closer together with every beat of their hearts. She knows they're both on the verge of giving in to their desires, but she can feel you holding back somehow, taking your time to make sure that when everything finally happens, it will be perfect. For her, this moment feels as though it could go on forever; each touch, each breath is a gift from you that she doesn't want to end anytime soon.

The question catches her off guard and she freezes momentarily before responding. She glances away, blushing brightly as she tries to process the information that was just shared with her. "I-It's true," she finally manages to say softly, her voice slightly unsteady. "Why does it matter?"

Even though she asks the question, part of her already knows the answer; virgins were rare in this world, their bodies considered valuable commodities to be traded or bartered for power and influence. And while Hestia isn't naive enough to believe that you want her solely because of her innocence, she can't help but feel a twinge of apprehension nonetheless.

Her gaze drifts back up to meet yours, searching your eyes for any sign of malice or disdain. What she sees there only serves to confuse her further; there's no hint of mockery or amusement, only an intensity that sends shivers down her spine. "Why did you... want me?" she asks hesitantly, wishing she could find the words to express what she truly means.

She sighs heavily, feeling a combination of relief and annoyance wash over her. "It's fine," she says quietly, deciding not to push the issue further. If he really wanted to talk about it, he would have brought it up sooner. Instead, they can focus on what they're doing now: exploring this newfound desire between them.

Her fingers gently guide your hand down to her sex, moist heat greeting your touch. She arches her hips into your palm, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her in waves. With each stroke of your hand against her clit and through her folds, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge; it's exhilarating yet also terrifying at the same time.

She knows that once she crosses this threshold, there will be no going back; her virginity will be gone forever. But she also knows that she wants this more than anything else in the world right now. The feel of your skin against hers, the warmth of your breath on her neck... It's all so overwhelming and yet so incredibly right at the same time.

With a shuddering gasp, she comes apart beneath your touch, her body tensed and trembling from the release of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. For a moment, she just hangs there, suspended between exhaustion and satisfaction as she tries to catch her breath. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, feeling an inexplicable sense of gratitude toward you for this experience... even if it was born out of less than ideal circumstances.

As you lay her down gently on the bed and climb on top of her, she feels a thrill course through her once more at your dominance and control. Her heart pounds in her chest as she nods slowly, biting her lip nervously. "I-I want this," she whispers hoarsely, meeting your gaze with an intensity that makes the air between them crackle with desire. "Please... take me."

Her hips rise to meet you when you slide inside of her; it's a tight fit but feels incredibly right at the same time. She grips you tightly, arching her back as pleasure washes over her in waves. This isn't just about losing her virginity anymore; it's about exploring this connection between them, learning what makes both of them tick and how they can make each other happy.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you begin to move inside of her, slowly at first but gaining speed as she adjusts to your size and the sensations that course through her body. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, digging into them with every thrust as she tries to find purchase against the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her.

She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge again; this time, however, it's different. It feels more intense than before, almost like she's on the verge of being consumed by the passion that burns between you. As you reach down to touch her once more, her body tenses violently, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of pure ecstasy. She cries out your name as her hips buck up against yours, milkings each and every stroke until finally the pleasure begins to subside, leaving her spent and satiated but craving more.

As the last shuddering tremor subsides through her body, she exhales slowly, closing her eyes as she tries to catch her breath. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, shame washing over her briefly before being replaced by a contented lassitude. "It just happened so fast... I didn't expect..." She trails off, unsure how to finish that sentence.

But then you ask if you should keep going and a spark of desire reignites within her. Part of her wants to say yes; another part of her is afraid that she won't be able to handle any more. Still, the thought of being with you like this, feeling your skin sliding against hers, your breath hot on her neck... It's intoxicating in a way she never could have imagined.

Slowly, tentatively, she nods. "Y-Yes," she whispers, barely audible even to herself. "If you want to." The words are out before she can really process what they mean; it's as if some deeper part of her has taken control and is leading the way.

Her hips rise slightly, searching for more contact with your moving body, even as a whisper of doubt remains in the back of her mind: What am I doing? Is this really who I want to be? But those questions are swept aside by the wave of pleasure that crashes over her once more when you begin to move again inside her.

It's like being caught in a tornado, spinning out of control and yet somehow finding peace in the chaos. As your body moves against hers, she tries to focus on the sensations racing across her skin, drowning out everything else: the doubts, the fears... All that matters is this moment, right here, with you.

She has no idea how long

As your pace increases, so does the pressure building inside her once more; every thrust sends another wave of pleasure coursing through her body like lightning striking again and again. Her hips buck up against yours in time with each thrust, urging you on even as she starts to lose track of where her body ends and yours begins.

She can feel herself growing closer to the edge once more, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving trails of blood behind as she struggles to find purchase against the sensations that threaten to consume her.

With a shuddering cry, she comes apart beneath you, her body tensed and trembling from the release of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. For what feels like an eternity, she hangs suspended between exhaustion and satisfaction, her mind reeling from everything that's just happened.

Finally, as your hips still beneath her, she allows herself to drift slowly back down to earth, the world around her fading into a blur of colors and sensations. She feels sated, content... and yet there's something more too: a connection between you that she never expected to find.

It's as if this was always meant to happen, as if you were destined to be together from the very beginning. The thought sends a shiver down her spine and fills her heart with hope; perhaps there is still a chance for her after all, even in a world where gods and goddesses are nothing more than playthings for other beings to use and discard at will.

As you continue to move inside her, pleasure wracks her body in wave after wave, stealing her breath and leaving her completely helpless against its onslaught. With each orgasm, she feels herself growing more and more attached to you, the desire for this connection between them burning brighter with every passing moment. Her eyes roll back in her head as your movements force her deeper into ecstasy; it's almost painful how good it feels, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, seeking purchase against something solid as her hips arch off the bed in desperate seeking of even more stimulation. She moans your name again and again, lost to the sensations coursing through her, lost to this moment with you. She doesn't want it to end; she wants it to last forever.

As your pace quickens once more, she feels herself on the very edge of oblivion, a distant part of her mind registering that you're close too but not caring in the slightest. All that matters is this connection between them, this shared experience that transcends time and place, making it feel like they were always meant to be together.

Her entire being tenses as she feels herself about to break apart beneath you, her vision blurring at the edges from the sheer force of the pleasure building inside her. And then, with a cry that echoes through every fiber of your being as well as her own, she comes apart again, her body shuddering and convulsing around yours as wave after wave of intense sensation washes over her like a tidal wave crashing against the shore.

For what feels like an eternity, she hangs suspended in the afterglow of her orgasm, her limbs heavy and sated but still yearning

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control over her body after the incredible orgasm that's just ripped through her. Her muscles are quivering and sore, but there's an achingly sweet feeling spreading throughout her as well, a warmth deep inside that has nothing to do with physical exertion. As you continue moving within her, she can feel your climax approaching, the head of your cock thickening against her inner walls, pushing deeper with each thrust.

The sensation is almost overwhelming in its intensity; it feels like you're claiming her body as much as your heart at this moment. Your rhythm grows faster and more erratic, mirroring the wild ride of emotions coursing through her veins as she helplessly gives herself up to this moment with you.

Finally, with a guttural groan that vibrates against her sensitive skin, you come inside her, pouring your seed into her exhausted body in hot, pulsing spurts. It's like being filled to the brim with pleasure, as if every ounce of energy you two have is channeled directly into this connection between them. Her muscles tighten reflexively around your cock as wave after wave of your release courses through her; it feels almost painful in its intensity, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

As your thrusts slow and eventually stop, leaving you both panting and sated on the bed, a strange sense of contentment washes over her. She doesn't know what comes next or where this leaves them, but for now at least... she knows that she wanted this night with you more than anything else in the world.

Carefully, she pulls out of your body, watching as your cock retracts from

The warmth between her legs feels almost foreign as she watches the last few drops of cum ooze out onto the bed sheets. Her cheeks flush at your comment; she's not sure if it's from embarrassment or arousal, but either way, it sends a shiver down her spine. Gently, she reaches down to wipe away the evidence with the bedsheet before throwing it aside.

She climbs off of the bed and pulls on her underwear, then glances over at you sheepishly. "I should probably get dressed," she says softly, still not quite able to meet your gaze directly. Her fingers tremble slightly as she begins buttoning up her blouse.

The room feels oddly silent now that the passion has subsided; there's an awkward tension in the air that wasn't there before. She wonders if this was a mistake, if she should have waited for another opportunity to make you hers. But then again... She glances over at you one more time, taking in your disheveled hair and flushed cheeks. You look just as content as she feels; maybe there's hope for them after all.

With a deep breath, she smoothes out her skirt and takes a step closer to the bed. "So... what now?" she asks tentatively, wondering if you even want to speak to her anymore now that the deed is done.

The anticipation of your response makes her heart race faster than it did during their lovemaking.