Hearth on flames

John raised his eyebrow.

"My reign of terror?"

He asked with an exaggeratedly offended tone, as if that was something he wouldn't dare commit in a million years.

As he did, John also flipped up one of his forefinger into the sky.

Hestia gasped in surprise as her arms moved against her will, grabbed the hem of her tunic and began lifting it up.

"Now, what makes you think I'm doing such horrendous things to innocent demigods?"

"I...you..."

Hestia struggled to fight against whatever spell John had put on her, but it was meaningless.

John chuckled, highly amused by the virgin goddess's humiliation and anger.

"You dumb, navie goddess. Why did you think none of the other gods tried to intervene as soon as possible?"

He stepped close to the goddess and leaned next to her ear.

"It's because I can do whatever the fuck I want, and they are all powerless to stop me."

"..."

Hestia struggled to make a retort.

Although they were a very dysfunctional family, surely the Olympians would react once she was in trouble.

"Oh, do you really think so?"

John sneered, taking Hestia by surprise; no being was able to read into her mind with such ease.

John tapped both arms of Hestia, allowing them to let go of the tunic.

However, the goddess was far from regaining her freedom.

Instead of falling naturally to the side, Hestia's arms immediately snapped behind her back as if a pair of invisible hands **** them to.

John reached out with a large smirk on his lips and grabbed a handful of her tits.

"...!"

Hestia tried to scream in frustration, but her voice failed her once again.

All she could do was glare at John so intently and filled with loathing that her eyes actually glowed red.

John whistled as he groped on Hestia's tits.

"I suppose being a god does give you some upper hand over others."

He said, impressed that Hestia managed to achieve something on her own.

Of course, she couldn't do anything substantial to change the situation.

No matter how powerful a Greek god was, they were nothing compared to the might of the Chaos.

"Don't you worry. I'll help you understand your place, Hestia."

John said with a smug grin.

Hestia made a low growling noise from behind her throat.

However, her disgust and anger quickly changed into bewilderment as she noticed her body morphing.

As a member of an all-powerful god family, Hestia was no stranger to taking different forms of physical shapes throughout the history.

However, she was never **** to be changed by someone else, much less in such a profane fashion.

"Wh-what are you doing to me!?"

Hestia screeched as her tits grew and grew, overflowing over her tunic and spilling out into the air.

"Making you more my taste. Or in other words, the only taste that matters."

John gave the enlarged milk bags one final squeeze, making Hestia whimper and shiver on the spot.

He took a step back, admiring his handwork.

The inflated tits and Hestia's flustered yet dismayed expression was right up his alley, but there was something missing.

"Ah, of course!"

John snapped his fingers.

Hestia gasped as she felt a firey sensation envelope her tits.

It quickly spread from within, and before she knew it, the goddess of Hearth was thrusting out her chest to the front.

"Oooh- AaaAAAAHHH!!!"

She cried out loud and shuddered violently as milk burst out from her nipples like volcanic explosion.

John clapped and laughed in delight.

With a swish and flick from his fingers, John conducted the streams of milk into a giant milk jug he conjured up.

As more and more milk spewed out from her tirs, Hestia's knees buckled.

The vast extraction of her godly fluid taking tolls on her body, not to mention her mental state.

"S-stop...please stop...!"

The goddess cried pathetically, but the streams of milk didn't listen to her.

Only when John clapped his hands, expressing that he had enough, did the **** end.

Hestia was kneeling on the ground, panting for breath between chokes and sobs of despair and terror.

John walked up and slipped his hand underneath her chin.

Hestia flinched at his touch, but didn't dare move away as the hand gently lifted her head to look directly at the owner.

"Do you understand now?"

John asked in the softest, most kind voice ever.

Hestia nodded hard as if her immortal life depended on it.

"Y-yes, I understand!"

With his smile in tact, John slowly traced his hand up to Hestia's right ear. Then...

S L A P !

The hand strike was so strong, a shock wave rippled over the entire grassblade in Camp Half-Blood territory.

If any mortal being had received the slap, their head would have been ripped off of their neck.

Hestia herself was too shocked to react.

Her head set in stone, turned sides just like how it was left after getting slapped.

When the goddess didn't react, John yanked her head back by the hair and raised his other hand.

S L A P !

Hestia's head jerked the other way, now both of her cheeks reddened.

"The answer is 'Master', bitch. Always adress me as such for else."

"Y-yes, master..."

Hestia answered with a trembling voice, any last remnats of resistance now wiped clean from her mind.

With another **** added to his roster, John stepped up with his cock once again.

He placed a hand behind Hestia and guided her head to his cock.

Hestia recoiled as the massive erection came close to her face, but a one short glare from her master erased all other options.

"Mmmph..."

Hestia took in her first ever cock with tears in her eyes. She wretched from the start, never having tasted something like it before.

The goddess assumed her master had been fucking around many girls without cleaning as much.

Still, she had **** but to swallow, both literally and figuratively.

John thrust his hip into Hestia at a leisure pace, the thrill of subjugating his first goddess—a virgin one at that—taking place for any rough actions for now.

After a few minutes, John felt his balls clenching up.

"Cumming."

He grunted.

At first, Hestia didn't catch on what John meant.

The realization came once the cock poured sticky, slimy content all over the insides of her mouth.

"Hlrck!?"

Hestia gagged, her throat getting clogged up by the thick man seed.

As she tried to swallow them, more than half of thr cum spilled from her mouth.

But as the cum drop hit another surface, they vanished without a trace and re-appeared inside Hestia's mouth, **** her further.

John watched gleefully as the goddess of the Hearth, the oldest daughter of Kronos and the keeper of Hearth and family, struggle on the grass to swallow his cum like a 5$ whore.

"Alright, open your mouth."

*cough* *cough* "Y-yes, master..."

Hestia opened her mouth, showing the last bag of cum left.

"Swallow."

The goddess closed her eyes and gulped it down.

"You will be my 'Bed Warmer' from nowon. I doubt I'll have to explain what it means?"

Hestia flinched and hung her head. Her shoulders trembled as she sobbed silently, but she shook her head.

"N-n-no, Master...I understand..."

"Very good."

John snapped his finger and Hestia vanished, teleported to his bedroom where he'd be by the end of the day.

However, there were still much time left before dusk.

And that meant more girls for John Doe to toy with and shatter.