Mother, My Mother
High Priestess Phylotera's private chambers lay steeped in deep, secluded darkness. A crackling hearth at the center cast a faint, flickering glow that only deepened the intimate atmosphere and made her voluptuous body stand out all the more.
For the past month I had stayed at Hestia's orphanage, working tirelessly to win her trust. A single month is not so long, yet there I had done everything in my power to help care for the children and followed High Priestess Phylotera's every word without hesitation. What began as simple pity on her part gradually turned into something deeper; she came to regard me as her own child—more sincerely, more completely, than any of the other orphans.
"Come, lie down here."
Even when I patted the bed and spoke like that, she accepted it without question.
"I don't need to take my clothes off, do I?"
Ah, I was going to lose my mind. She said it with that pure, innocent face, not the slightest awareness of how lewd the words sounded. A whole month of holding back without even a single taste, and now the fruit of that restraint was finally ripening. She truly believed I had no sexual desire at all.
"It doesn't matter."
I steadied my breath before it could break and answered. Phylotera—Hestia's avatar—lay down on the bed just as she was. I swallowed hard. Below her slender waist, that plump, meaty ass rose like a mountain. I wanted to grab it right then and knead it. How good would it feel? Who would have thought a chance like this would ever come to someone who had never once touched a woman's body?
"Mother. Try to relax a little."
I whispered low, fighting to keep the tremor out of my voice.
"This is my first time… I'm nervous."
"Even you have firsts, Mother?"
Of course she did. She was a virgin goddess.
"W-well…"
She stammered, looking for a moment as if she feared her true identity as a goddess had been exposed. Sorry, Mother. I already know exactly what you are.
"Then I'll begin."
I gazed at the pale expanse of her back, clearly visible beneath the ties of her tunic, and gently set my hands upon it.
"Hnn…"
Phylotera flinched. Her whole body went rigid with tension. Standing at the bedside, I slowly drew circles with both palms, stroking her.
"Nngh… Th-this is my first time… I-I feel strangely embarrassed."
I was embarrassed too. My cock was standing so hard it could have pierced the sky.
"It's all right. Relax and leave your body to me."
I lightly clenched my fists and pressed firmly into the muscles of her back. The breasts of the woman lying face-down flattened even more against the mattress, rising and falling with elastic resilience.
"Haa…"
Phylotera let out a long, soft sigh. As the tension melted away and she began to savor the comfort, her eyes half-closed. Looking down at that dazed expression, I continued stroking her back.
"Your shoulders are quite stiff. Aren't you working yourself too hard?"
She gave a quiet little chuckle.
"My sons and daughters keep coming to Lady Hestia's temple. How could I ever be lazy? Under Her virtue, everyone must be able to enjoy peace."
Hestia herself was firmly declaring her own creed.
"Fire is purer than anything. And the hearth is an unmoving, circular form—just like a home."
Unchanging purity. The goddess who was the hearth itself, the very symbol of the household. Words that described Hestia herself.
And the eldest granddaughter of Uranus.
Cronus's firstborn daughter. Unlike Zeus, who rose from youngest to eldest son by usurping his father's throne, her bloodline should have been the most rightful heir to Olympus. But her gentle nature had refused to allow strife among kin. That was why she had sworn herself a virgin goddess.
Ha, fuck.
The more I thought about it, the more terrifying it became. Was seducing this goddess truly the right thing to do? Yet more than that, my stiffly erect cock was telling me otherwise. Take her. Now is the perfect chance.
"Forgive me, Mother. I'm going to climb up for a moment."
In a trembling voice I slowly mounted the bed. Her head seemed to give a small nod—an action born of her present comfort and the trust she placed in me.
"So, Mother."
Kneeling carefully so as not to touch her body more than necessary, I pressed firmly along the sides of Hestia's waist and asked again.
"Does that mean you intend to follow Lady Hestia's nature?"
She turned her head slightly. Those beautiful eyes met mine. Beneath the crackling light of the hearth, her face in that moment was more lovely than anyone's.
"Fire is sacred. Its purity must be kept whole. That is why we priestesses of Hestia also preserve our chastity."
At those words, the hands gripping her waist tightened.
"Hah."
Phylotera shuddered and trembled, glancing up at me. From her waist I slowly slid my hands up her back toward her shoulders, pushing firmly, working the muscles free.
"Ahh, yes. There. That feels good."
Damn it. Just listening to her made it sound like her body was heating up.
Hestia's avatar's body is gradually heating up.
Perfect timing, Status Window!
I subtly lowered my kneeling hips. My lower body pressed against her ample ass.
"Nnh…"
She opened the eyes she had half-closed again and quietly looked up at me.
"Homeron?"
"It's a little tiring, Mother. I'll lean on you just a bit."
After that I kneaded her shoulders. Under the grip strength forged by ten years of hard labor, Phylotera's entire body went limp once more. Her mind seemed to turn to mush; she exhaled shallow sighs and smiled quietly.
Haa… This was filthy hot.
"So…"
I slowly shifted my weight forward, pressing my hips flush against her raised ass, and whispered softly.
"How long must that chastity be kept?"
"For eternity."
Phylotera answered quietly but firmly.
"Ah, of course. You and the other children are different, Homeron. This is a duty we priestesses must bear."
I smiled faintly and gradually leaned my body forward.
"Then, Mother."
I planted both hands on the bed and covered her completely, whispering right against her ear.
"Does that mean you won't say anything even if I mix my body with a woman?"
"Mmm, that is…"
She hesitated. I already knew. Over this past month she had been secretly staring at my face again and again. No matter how much of a virgin goddess she was, no matter how noble, she was still a woman in the end. She couldn't help liking a handsome man, couldn't help feeling attraction.
"But Mother."
Slowly, yet surely, I lifted my hands.
"In my eyes, there is only you."
"U-uhh?"
"Only Mother shines for me."
I took hold of her arms and kneaded them. Slowly I gripped her shoulders, then trailed my fingertips down the length of her spine.
"Haaah…"
At last a moan spilled from her lips. That was no ordinary sound. It was a sign of arousal.
"Ho-Homeron. W-wait… This is…"
I stayed pressed tight against her body and did not pull away. I ground my lower half against her ass while caressing the nape of her neck and the hollow of her collarbone.
"I haven't loosened the front yet, have I?"
And then—
Grab!
"Nngh!"
I finally seized those bursting, abundant breasts.
"These must be stiff too. I'll work them free for you."
Ahh, it felt incredible. Truly amazing. Even with one hand the flesh seemed ready to swallow my fingers whole. Heat flooded my skull until the world swam before my eyes.
"Ho-Homeron! Wait, this is…"
"I love you, Mother."
I whispered against her ear and dragged my tongue down the lobe.
"Haa… Nngh!"
Phylotera's body, melting under my touch, had long since gone limp. With one hand I continued kneading her breast while the other stroked down her shoulder and throat.
"A-ahh, Homeron… N-no. I-I am a priestess who serves Hestia…"
I gently nipped the shell of her ear with my lips and whispered.
"Liar."
"Hnn!"
Her lower body gave a great twitch. Our bodies pressed even tighter together.
"Even though you're Hestia's avatar."
"H-how do you know that…!"
"Then, Mother—you're a virgin, aren't you?"
The hand that had been fondling her breasts slid lower. Both hands swept gently down to her lower abdomen.
"Haaaah…!"
Phylotera threw her head back and drew in a huge breath. Her whole body went rigid, trembling violently in my grasp. I reached behind and caressed her ass.
"Mother…"
I slipped a hand beneath her skirt and stroked down those long, pale bare legs. At last I brushed the dangerous edge of her pelvis.
"Shall we?"
Phylotera hesitated. Shaking, she could do nothing in the midst of this heat. Hestia—she was a virgin goddess. She had never once touched a man. So she possessed desire, yet this experience would be her first.
"N-no. You and I are mother and son… N-no, god and human…"
Tsk.
"I won't wait for an answer."
I pressed my mouth to her red lips and thrust my tongue inside, swirling through her mouth.
"Mmph! Hnnh! Haa…!"
My hands grew rougher. I flipped her over, seized her breasts, and greedily stroked down her ass, hips, and thighs one after another.
"Nngh-mmph! Hnnh…! Nngh…!"
Yet she did not refuse. Or rather, she never had the chance.
Hestia's avatar is becoming aroused!
Hestia's avatar desires you!
The Status Window was laying bare her condition without mercy. There was no reason to hesitate. I simply coveted and coveted again.
Riiip!
Her priestess robes were roughly torn open, and at last that dazzling naked body was revealed before me. I hastily undid the tunic at my own waist.
"Hnn!"
When our lips parted, Hestia stared at my lower half in shock. Eyes wide, she fixed her gaze on my cock.
"This."
I planted both hands on either side of her head, trapping her with my body so she could not escape, and spoke.
"I'm going to put it inside you, Mother."
"A-ahh…"
Her lips trembled. She wavered again and again. Even amid endless conflict she kept staring straight at me. And at last—
Hestia's avatar refuses.
"N-no. I am the avatar of a virgin goddess. You are my son, so this relationship…!"
Mwah♥
"Nngh…!"
Hestia's avatar has lost her virginity.
I roughly thrust into the vagina of the woman who was still refusing.