Please Heal Me, Priestess
The Temple of the Hearth.
Through Hestia’s blessing it served as both a waypoint that let me leap from place to place across the world and a sanctuary where I could recover.
I materialized inside the high priestess’s private chambers in the Temple of the Hearth at Odysseia.
She stared in shock at the man who had suddenly appeared on her bed, then rushed straight to me and began treatment at once.
“Just what in the world did you do to get yourself hurt this badly?!”
I gave a faint smile and turned my head aside.
The Temple of the Hearth in Odysseia.
The one who led it was an avatar of Hestia—High Priestess Seretia.
She was the clone of the goddess I had been leaning on heavily while staying long-term in Odysseia.
For teleportation.
For healing.
And for sex.
“What exactly have you been doing?!”
“I had a quest from a goddess.”
I grinned and held up the mineral clutched in my hand.
“Went and came back from Nepherion’s nesting grounds.”
“Have you lost your mind?”
My smile only deepened.
Unlike Lynotea of Athens, Seretia possessed a decidedly firm and strict temperament.
A flavor entirely different from the gentle Phylotera or the timid Lynotea.
When it was time to act she acted; public and private were kept ruthlessly separate.
Of course, the moment I pressed her she would eventually flush scarlet and spread her hips for me anyway.
Even so, compared to the other avatars of Hestia she was far more outgoing and rough-edged.
Watching a woman like that tear up and show such a fragile side was incredibly arousing.
Slap!
“Ah!”
She smacked my forearm hard and glared at me with sharp eyes.
“Is this really the time to be thinking about that?”
Seretia invoked Hestia’s authority.
Whoosh!
The hearth in the chamber roared to life; scorching heat wrapped around my body. Little by little the pain that had soaked every inch of me in blood began to ease.
She was healing me.
“Why do you always make me worry like this?!”
“What did I do?”
“You only ever show up when you’re hurt! A-and…!”
Her face burned crimson; she hesitated, faltered, then finally forced the words out.
“You only come looking for me when you’re pent-up! D-do you think I’m some kind of masturbation toy?”
Hearing such filthy words spill from those pretty lips only made me harder.
More than that, I already knew perfectly well who the true body behind her was—and just how breathtakingly lewd that goddess could be.
Calling herself a masturbation toy after all that…
“Haa… I’m so fucking hard.”
“J-just like that!”
Seretia shouted. She stared at me with pure disgust.
Normally she would blush and shyly avert her gaze—so why was she like this today?
“Not today! No arguments—just lie still!”
She firmly blocked my hand as it began to creep toward her ass.
But the moment I put on a disappointed face she started to waver.
“Really not allowed?”
“Ugh…”
“Really?”
I kept asking.
My fingers brushed her ass.
Soft…♥
Even springier and chewier than sticky rice cakes—plush, yielding flesh.
I kneaded it greedily and grinned.
“My cock’s begging you to heal it.”
“Nngh… th-that’s…”
Her eyes began to melt.
She trembled from the waist down, thighs rubbing together.
Those thick, meaty thighs pressed tight and squirmed.
She rocked her body, lips parting slightly as a flush spread across her cheeks.
“N-no!”
Tch. Not enough, huh?
Seretia snapped back to herself, seized my wandering hands, shoved me down onto the bed, and fixed me with a resolute glare.
“Absolutely not today! Absolutely not!”
She glared fiercely and continued pouring healing power into me without pause.
“Like this… Kyaaaaah!”
Haa… how am I supposed to hold back?
Normally she would just accept it the moment I pushed; today she was resisting, insisting it was off-limits.
“Come here!”
“N-no! Your wounds still haven’t fully—haah…!”
I flipped her onto the bed.
The pain was already at a level I could easily endure.
I yanked her clothes open and those bursting breasts spilled free, bouncing heavily.
I flicked the swollen, plump nipples with the tip of my tongue.
“Hnnngh!”
Seretia’s back arched sharply; she shuddered. She shook her head and sobbed that she couldn’t.
It felt almost like rape—and that only excited me more.
Lately she had learned to read me and offer her body the moment I wanted it; now it felt like we had gone all the way back to the beginning.
The beast inside me snarled even louder.
Riiip!
“Kyaaah!”
I tore her clothes apart. Seretia flailed in panic, trying to cover her chest with her hands.
That was when I realized.
She was playing along with me.
It almost brought tears to my eyes.
I had staggered in wounded and then gone into heat and jumped her—and she was still trying to accept even that.
Truly an avatar of Hestia.
Squeeze!
“Nngh! Hnnh!”
But that was that, and this was this.
I had zero intention of turning back just because she was being considerate.
I needed to vent the heat boiling through every inch of me.
On this endlessly fuckable body of hers.
“Open your mouth for a second.”
“I-I don’t want to…!”
“I said open it!”
I forced two fingers into her mouth.
“Mmph!”
Squish, squish…
I pumped them in and out, lightly scraping the roof of her mouth. Seretia’s eyes rolled back as she panted through her nose, caught between ticklishness and raw arousal.
Her struggling slowly stopped. Instead she surrendered to the excitement, clinging to me and twitching.
“You’re this turned on and you still keep saying no?”
I pulled my fingers free.
Pop♥
Seretia looked up at me with hazy eyes. Instinctively craving more, she flicked her tongue and gave me a pleading look.
“Well? After all that resistance, you think I’ll just give it to you now that you’re begging?”
I stroked her thighs while looking down at her panting form.
My smile grew even more wicked.
“You think I’ll just do whatever you want?”
My hand climbed from her thigh toward the entrance of her pelvis. I felt along the soft inner flesh and confirmed that the mouth of her pussy was already sticky and dripping wet.
“P-please…”
“Don’t wanna.”
“Haa… haa…”
Seretia’s eyelids fluttered. Then she grabbed my collar and slowly pulled me closer.
In an instant the positions had reversed.
The woman who had refused sex was now the one craving it, while I—who had been begging to fuck her—was smirking and toying with her.
But I didn’t feel like giving her what she wanted.
She hadn’t given it to me when I asked; this much was only fair.
“Please…!”
Shove!
Of course, I wasn’t going to tease her forever either.
Honestly, I could barely hold back myself.
“Nnghhoooh♥”
Seretia threw her head back and gasped. She clutched both breasts and trembled violently.
After being fucked by me so many times, her reactions were delicious.
“Haaaah…! I-it’s inside♥”
I pushed two fingers in and held still for a moment. Her pussy squirmed and clenched around them.
“Hah, it really knows how to suck.”
At my praise she jerked and gushed more juices.
She was happy.
“You like that so much?”
“Nngh…♥ Haaaah♥”
Shove!
“Hiiit!”
Thrust♥
“Nnghhaaah♥”
I pulled out and drove back in.
Juices sprayed.
Squish, squish, squish…
“Uhaaah♥ Haa…! Aang…! Th-the stimulation’s too strong♥”
Her hips slowly rose.
Having fucked Hestia’s avatars so many times, I could read the signs perfectly.
She was about to climax.
“I’m cumming♥ I’m cumming!!”
Spurt♥ Spurt♥ Spurt♥
Her juices shot out as if she were ejaculating. They soaked my hand completely as she collapsed in a filthy mess.
Seretia panted, eyes rolled back, and slumped face-down onto the bed.
Only then did I climb on top of her.
“N-nooo♥”
Thrust♥
“Nnghgoooh♥”
The moment my heavy cock sank into her she shuddered and let her tongue hang out.
I started pounding her.
Slap♥ Slap♥ Slap♥
“How does it feel getting fucked by your patient?”
“Nnghaaah♥ So good♥ Patient cock feels so good♥”
“I wanted to get you even hotter before I ate you, but what a waste.”
“Haaaaaah♥”
Thrust♥
“Nnghhaaah♥”
Thrust♥ Squelch♥
“Hiiiiit♥”
Ah, fuck.
I’m cumming.
Spurt, spurt-spurt, spurt♥
I unloaded inside her. While pouring my seed into her like a madman I crushed her breasts in my hands until they nearly burst.
As my hips convulsed, Seretia’s pelvis pressed even tighter against me and trembled in answer.
Panting, she surrendered her entire body to me.
That complete submission—the conquest of riding a goddess—sent a shiver racing up my spine.
“Haaa…”
I let out a long breath and draped myself over her body.
True to being an avatar of the Goddess of the Hearth, her warmth was gentle and comforting.
“Still the best.”
I fondled Seretia’s body as I murmured.
“Hestia herself, and all of you who are her avatars… nothing else comes close…”
“Haaah♥”
“I’ve done it with Aphrodite, but you’re still better.”
That was the moment.
Seretia’s entire body went rigid.
“W-who did you say you did it with?”
“Hm? Didn’t I mention it?”
Quietly, lazily, half-lidded as if sleepy, I answered.
“Aphrodite. That goddess blackmailed me into it. In the end we decided to become sex partners.”
Hestia, nestled in your arms, begins to seethe with rage.
Huh?
Wait—what?
Hestia, nestled in your arms, feels jealousy.
I looked down at Seretia.
The color of her eyes.
Those golden irises that had always belonged to Seretia were now burning a deep reddish-brown.
The eye color of Hestia’s true body.
No way…
All the languid afterglow vanished in an instant.