Hestia's Resolve
Thud♥ Slap-slap♥ Thuuud♥
With both legs lifted into the air, she wrapped them around the waist that was driving down into her. The sensation of being pierced all the way to her womb made every detail vivid — the thick veins of his cock, the shape of its head, the way it carved into her.
"Nngh-oooooh♥"
A beastlike cry welled up from deep in her core, impossible to hold back. He pounded into her like an animal, thrashing with nothing but the crude, single-minded urge to breed. In the midst of it, Hestia howled with savage pleasure and dug her nails into his back.
The young man's back, rising and falling with ragged breath, was a copper-toned, hard-muscled body forged by ten years of slavery.
"I'm coming…"
His rough, breathless voice reached her ear — and then…
Gulp-gulp-gulp♥
Hot seed poured into her in fierce, relentless spurts, flooding her womb to the brim. Drunk on that fullness and the happiness that came with it, Hestia threw her head back and cried out.
Ooooooh♥
A flash of light.
"Haa… haa…"
Hestia opened her eyes. A moment later she realized it had only been a fragment of memory — the night before, when their bodies had tangled so violently.
She slowly sat up. A hearth crackled nearby. The thick scent of semen and love juices hung in the air. She was lying on a soft carpet floor steeped in lewd atmosphere, sticky seed coating her body and lower half in a heavy glaze.
"Hoo…"
Hestia brushed her tousled hair back. When she turned her head, she found Homeron sleeping naked beside her, breathing softly. A tender smile touched her lips. She reached out and carefully stroked his hair.
"Mmngh…"
Homeron stirred with a faint groan. Hestia gazed down at him with affection.
She had always been devoted and selfless — a goddess who had lived solely for others, her own pleasure, her own life, her own desires set aside. And then this man had come to her without warning and broken every taboo.
She knew perfectly well she ought to punish him. Her heart, however, refused entirely.
The forbidden thrill of a quasi mother-son bond that had blossomed into something between a man and a woman. In that almost-incestuous relationship, Hestia had finally become aware of herself as a woman. Phylotera's intense experiences had shaken her spirit to its roots, and that had played no small part. Through it all, Hestia had come to understand what it meant to live not for others, but for herself.
Her own desire. Her own selfishness. Things that had always been missing in her — things that had left her feeling hollow — were suddenly, completely filled.
Now she thought she understood why the gods of Olympus were so shamelessly carnal. At the same time, she realized that their excessive lust had thrown the human world into chaos and debauchery.
I never knew until now.
She had believed that simply dedicating herself was enough. That fulfilling her duties within her domain was enough. That had been her only thought. But she had been wrong. That, too, had been a form of selfishness — nothing more than standing by and settling into comfort. When the other gods committed their wrongs, she should have intervened. The one who had failed in that duty was none other than Hestia herself.
All of this she had only come to see once she tasted the sensation of desire being satisfied. And that gift had come from no one but the man before her eyes. From Homeron.
"Homeron. This mother of yours still doesn't know."
A soft sigh escaped her lips.
"Whether this is truly the right path."
Fearing for her son's safety, she had helped him ambush Athena. Left alone, Athena would eventually have delivered Homeron to Zeus and made him wholly Zeus's property. Hestia had not wanted that, so she had followed her son's methods. And yet she still did not know whether this child's lust for goddesses was right.
What was certain was that he would bring upheaval enough to shake Olympus as it had never been shaken.
"Perhaps you — my son — might be the one who can change Olympus."
Stroking Homeron's hair, Hestia thought quietly. Just as Cronus had overturned the age of Uranus. Just as Zeus had overturned the age of Cronus. Perhaps the child before her would overturn the age of Zeus.
"This mother will follow your will."
Hestia swore without hesitation.
"I can swear it upon the River Styx."
Even binding herself with an absolute oath.
"That your actions — a human raging against injustice and standing against it — will turn this age of Olympus, even a little, toward what is right."
He had broken a taboo, yes — but so had the other gods. Uranus, Cronus, Zeus — all three who had ruled as masters of the gods had passed through the same rite of passage: violating the mistress of the womb that bore them, and thereby standing as men in their own right. For Homeron, that mistress had simply been Hestia.
And Hestia, as the mother of the child who had completed that rite, made her own resolve.
"I will guide you, my darling."
She would lead him rightly, so that he would not stray. His twisted sexual appetite she could do nothing about — but at the very least, she would help him move this chaotic world Zeus had made toward one that better served humanity. That was her mission as the Goddess of the Hearth.
"Homeron. This mother will protect you. So you, too — walk the right path."
As someone a little better than the gods of Olympus.
I opened my eyes.
A familiar ceiling. When I lifted my head, Hestia was asleep with her arms wrapped around me, my face buried in her ample breasts. I nuzzled against them just as I was. A warm, faintly savory scent mixed with the smell of milk and teased my nose.
I quietly raised a hand and caressed her breast. When I gently parted the inverted nipple sunken into the soft flesh, the shy tip that had been buried inside came free. I latched onto it like a baby and suckled, surrendering myself to the drowsy sense of security that slowly washed over me.
"Good morning, darling."
At the sound of her voice I lifted my head. Hestia was smiling softly, stroking my hair.
"Did you sleep well?"
I said nothing and simply sucked her nipple as hard as I could.
"Nngh-hnn♥"
Hestia let out a faint moan of pleasure but made no move to push my hand away. I suckled greedily and whispered,
"I wish milk would come from Mommy's breasts."
Hestia's breath hitched. She understood my meaning at once.
"B-but darling… this mother still can't get pregnant…♥"
I knew. The third submission. The third blessing. Only after obtaining those would I be able to impregnate her.
"I-isn't two blessings already enough? Th-this mother… ahhn♥"
She was aware of it too. Once with Phylotera. Once when Hestia's true body had descended. Every time we had sex, she had unconsciously bestowed her blessing upon me.
"I want Mommy to be completely mine."
"I-I already am yours♥"
Hestia bashfully brought both hands together and showed me her lower abdomen. There, large and clear at the entrance to her womb, the number 8.9 was written — the review I had carved into her while pounding her relentlessly the night before. It was also a temporary womb tattoo.
"No."
I sat up abruptly and straddled her.
"I want more than this."
"W-what…"
"Get pregnant with my baby, Mom."
Hestia exhaled a heated breath. A sweet scent washed over me. She swallowed dryly, her face flushing crimson. Her eyelids fluttered shut and trembled. She was deep in thought.
I seized her breasts in both hands.
Squish♥
"Aaahn♥"
"Why are you hesitating? Do you hate me that much?"
"Haaahn♥ Th-that's not it, buuut♥"
"Then get pregnant, Mom."
I whined like a child — the way a boy nestled in his mother's arms begs her to buy him a toy — pleading for her to take my seed.
"Become completely mine. Let me carve my tattoo into this womb and display it before every god of Olympus."
I caught her ear between my teeth, licked it, and whispered hotly,
"Become my bride, Mother."
"Haaahn♥"
Hestia's body trembled lightly. I could feel her climax. I gently stroked the underside of her breasts.
Then — her hand closed over mine. Her face was still flushed, but her expression was resolute.
"If I conceive and bear a child here and now, you will be in danger, darling."
Was that it? Was that why she had refused until now?
"I'll be in danger?"
Hestia nodded.
"Didn't I tell you back when I was Phylotera?"
Yes. I remembered. The vow I had made before her.
"That you would become stronger than anyone. That you would be reborn as a hero braver than anyone."
How could I not know? They were words that had come from my own mouth.
"Until you fulfill that, I cannot accept it."
Hestia made her will unmistakably clear. Only then did I fully understand. Why she had kept disguising herself as a clone and performing that role. Why she had deliberately avoided contact with me in her true body. From the very beginning, she had been waiting for me to keep my promise.
Athena's case had simply been so exceptional that she had been forced to descend.
"Just as you wait so desperately, remember that I am waiting too."
Hestia's fingertip pressed softly against my lips.
"Son. This mother believes you can become a splendid hero."
I closed my eyes, then opened them again, and nodded.
"Yeah. I understand."
"Good, good. That's my boy."
"Before that, though."
Grab♥
"Haaauuuhn♥"
"First, take care of my morning wood."
I seized her and rolled us across the floor. In an instant she was straddling me. I half-sat up and looked at her.
"We haven't used your mouth yet, have we, Mother?"
I gripped my cock, standing rigid in the air, and waved it in front of her face.
"Today I'll teach you how to take this."
I took hold of Hestia's dazed, slack face and slowly pressed it downward. Before long, my hot cock was pressed against her lips.
"Suck it, Mom."
Hestia opened her mouth wide — and took me in.
Aaahn♥