The Lingering Effects Of Auras.

John felt... warm. It was more than just the atmosphere and the temperature in the cabin that Hestia had decorated just to welcome him. It was... heat that he could feel buried deep in his chest, his lungs, his head, his arms... his cock. It was burning hot and mixed surprisingly well with the painful throbbing that he felt from his groin. It was so strong that he found it hard to focus on anything else. He heard the noisy squeal of Hestia's voice echoing in his ears, but he barely paid any attention to it as he dug his fingers deeper into her firm, soft butt cheeks and walked over to the closest wall with her still impaled on his member. He pinned her to the stonework, grunting impatiently while her pussy tried to adjust to his size again, but he didn't give her the time for that. Her womb gradually popped back down over the head of his member, squeezing the head of his into a warm, wet embrace that felt like it was made just to fit him and was somehow tighter than the rest of her pussy had been... but he didn't stay there for long.

He saw golden light in her eyes, like he had seen in the eyes of all the other women in the other realm he had just been pulled out of, and kissed Hestia before she could form a complete sentence. The image of bronzed, smooth, flawless skin half-hidden beneath a sea of cum and water was still ingrained in his mind. He could see the body of the other goddess, because there was no other word he could think of to describe her, flexing and moving beneath the white waves as she beckoned out to him. There was no teasing, no conversation or hope that she might like him enough to invite him into her embrace. Looking at her, he just... knew that she would let him touch her, have her, for as long as he wanted if he just went to her. He knew that she could take care of the aching in his balls...

... but she wasn't the one that was there any longer. Hestia was.

"John! Breathe-" The goddess' voice pitched as he dragged his cock back and then slammed it into her again. He felt her legs twitch and shake while her squeals continued echoing in his ears, but he merely interrupted her again with another kiss. He felt confused for a moment when he realized that he should have already been kissing her, but when he blinked again, he found himself already pulling back from the kiss he had just gone for. Her thick, puffy lower lip jutted out as he stared at the blank look on her face. Her mouth hung slack and open as he pummeled her little slit, parted with a lazy blissfulness that only made it a more inviting target for him. He attacked her mouth in brief flashes over and over again until it was red and swollen from the **** of being mashed against his lips, teased repeatedly through various bites or nibbles, and left tingling from the way he lashed his tongue against it. Thick lines of drool began to drizzle and drip from those pouty lips as he continued blindly thrusting into her, and poured down onto her apple-sized breasts as they shook and bounced and smacked together.

He wasn't sure how many times he came, or if there was ever a moment when stopped cumming once they started; he just realized that it started happening when the sound of splattering drew his gaze to the stonework floor below them. Thick, translucent strands of the goddess' sticky juices shot out from Hestia's crotch as John hammered her crotch, filling his vision when he looked down, but it wasn't the only liquid he noticed. Her thighs, which had already been stained with cum before she had pulled him back into her realm, quickly became covered in his seed. It dripped down from her ass and pussy all the way to the tips of her toes as they dangled only inches from the ground. His thrusts abandoned the gentle and tender loving that the two of them had started with the previous time that he had been there and took on a feral stride as he filled her womb with both his cock and his seed until every thrust made her core slosh and churn with his liquid warmth. When he pulled back, he dragged some of the juices he left behind out with him, punctuating each withdrawal with a noisy squelching noise as his cum came pouring out of her like short, small, white waterfalls.

He bred her until her stomach swelled with the sheer amount of semen that he was pumping into her and the goddess began to look like she was already deeply pregnant with the children he felt seemed certain to have been given to her by that point. Her eyes reflected his own... and the strange golden glow that was coming from him, and John groaned as his body burned hotter and hotter. He didn't even care to read the pop-ups that were trying warn him of what was happening. He just kept thrusting...

Gamer's Mind has Failed... Rebooting...
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Gamer's Mind has Failed... Rebooting...
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Curse of the Nile: 89%.
Gamer's Mind has Failed... Rebooting...
Gamer's Mind has Failed... Rebooting...

"John- Ah! You... You need to fight- Yessss... Fight it!" For a short while, or perhaps it was much, much longer than John thought it was, Hestia tried to keep talking to him. Even after the goddess gave up and locked him in place against herself with her arms while her feet still dangled limply beneath her, her toes dipping into the puddle of cum beneath them, she still tried to help him. Her eyes burned back with a fiery light against the golden glow emanating from his gaze while her body slowly succumbed and kissed him back... but her light seemed weak in comparison. It dimmed as time went on and eventually began to take on a golden glow as well. She kept trying to talk him through it until a powerful urge to stop her overcame him.

"John, please-! Harder!" His hand shot up on the last perverse note she managed to utter, and when her limp, jiggling thighs started to shake against him, his hand closed around her throat. Her next breath came out raspy and uneven, but not completely blocked. The lack of air only pushed Hestia further into each and every orgasm. Metallic specks appeared in Hestia's irises, showing him her corruption as well, and a laugh that was not John's own echoed out of his throat.

Thief.
Thief.
Found you!
Thief.

He watched Hestia push her neck into his grasp with a sick sense of bliss. Her wavy brown hair dripped with sweat... and then he froze when the golden glow burning in his eyes was suddenly drowned out. A flash of green light burst out from the hand John had squeezing Hestia's throat, and John suddenly lost all the strength in his legs. He shot forward to catch himself against the wall and crushed the goddess' surprisingly small body between him and the wall, covering her with his newly muscular form. The golden light in John's and Hestia's eyes abruptly winked out and the Gamer echoed the unending moaning noises that Hestia had been making. He shuddered as his cock lurched again and again, his mind finally catching up to the sensations that were nearly overloading him, and the constant stream of jizz that he had been pumping into Hestia finally drizzled to a halt.

The goddess on the other hand didn't stop coming. While John's Gamer's Mind restarted and his Gamer's Body shunted the curse out of his system, the specks of gold in Hestia's eyes remained. The natural fiery glow of her eyes burned back up to its full strength... but the color of it was changed now. She kept squirting on him while he was inside her and rolling her hips in a slow, demure, submissive manner against the body that had her pinned... like she was begging him to fuck her some more. The smell of smoke and cookies that usually dominated the room now mingled with the smell of sex and sweat, but it didn't fade like it usually did. The perverse smell in the room lingered for a lot longer than either of them realized while they dealt with the feeling that remained in the both of them even after they found their own minds again. Even with the curse gone and John having already gotten off... he could feel the arousal it left behind lingering in him. Both of them wanted more, and they weren't going to stop until they had it.

"Y-You said I could claim you, right? The last time I was here?" John asked and winced when he realized how dry his throat was. Even with the pain of thirst distracting him, he couldn't bring himself to try and think about moving away from Hestia. The most he managed to do was pull out, but that was followed by spinning the goddess around before she could fall to the ground and pinning her to the wall again, face first. Hestia didn't say anything. She merely gasped for a fresh breath of air and began nodding frantically while John grabbed her by the swell of her hips.

Even with the question asked and in the air, neither person actually bothered waiting for a verbal answer of any kind. The green light that had saved them burned brighter as Hestia arched her back and shoved her tanned round rump back against John, but the light was unimportant. The only thing that mattered was their release, so John went for it. Lubed up with their mixed juices and trying to deal with his heart's uncontrollable racing, John did the thing he thought most able to make him cum harder than before and finally calm him down. He pressed the end of his glans against Hestia's backdoor and watched as the little hole puckered when she felt him press against it.

She gasped, still out of breath and unable to say anything, but she didn't fight him. She simply held still and tried to relax while John marveled at how clean her backdoor looked. He figured that being a goddess meant that she probably didn't need to eat... which meant that her ass was probably never used. It was spotless and innocent. It only had one purpose now that he was there and that was to live out every perverted thought and fantasy he could dream of... at least that's how it seemed in his mind. She said he could claim her the last time he was there, so it was his to use, and use he did.

His hips arched forward, driving into Hestia with a need that couldn't wait for the goddess to adjust to such a new kind of invasion. He relied solely on his aura and the lingering feelings that the curse left behind to help make sure that the goddess enjoyed it, and thankfully that worked. He hilted her with one long, smooth shove, like the little target he had to thrust into merely had to be popped open to be penetrated before his balls slapped against her dripping cunt. Their union was marked with a sharp clap, a moan, and a spray of liquid as the goddess squirted upon feeling him enter her again, and then they both pitched forward and hit stone. He shoved Hestia further forward against the wall, crushing her round ass between it and him until he felt the fat swell of her butt pancake against him. The virgin hole he had taken twitched and winked around the base of his shaft, squeezing slightly for a moment before John realized how relaxed she must have been from the various perverse magics that had invaded her sanctum.

Once he was completely inside her rectum, Hestia finally caught up to the sensations that had been burning endlessly through her body. She shook against him with a sharp gasp, clawing at the wall as she clenched on the member shoving her up to the tips of her toes again. The base of John's cock ached as Hestia crushed him with the ring of her ass, and the two cried out as she got tighter and tighter. She locked him in place with his heavy balls resting on her stretched open and abused little quim, and then John leaned on her for support. She didn't stop tightening around him for a while, she just kept crushing his cock further and further until the walls in her butt started to mold to the shape of his cock. Her nails dug into the stonework, visibly cracking it in some places, and her legs slowly arched... and then lifted off the ground as she trusted John to continue holding her up by her hips. The two of them gasped as she took the time to adjust and writhe on him... and then finally relaxed enough for him to move.

That brief reprieve let his strangled nerves catch up, and everything finally released all at once. The tense muscles in John's legs finally buckled after holding the both of them up for so long, and the two of them slid against the wall all the way down to the floor. They strained briefly to meet each other's lips as John's cock flexed hugely and fired off load after load into her guts, but John's release quickly pulled his attention away from her kiss and the weak traces of a glowing green light that peeked out from her squinting gaze. His cum filled her like he was trying to plug something up with a hose. It splashed against her walls erratically, spraying all around until he had painted a portion of her ass white and she could feel his warmth pooling up inside of her, and then it dripped and poured down those same cum-stained walls to gather at the base of his shaft. It would have poured out of her ass if not for the fact that he was blocking the closest exit, but with him in the way, it just continued gathering there until his whole member was submerged beneath the sea of cum that he had trapped inside of her, and the tide of white jizz continued rising up in depths. He filled her until her glowing eyes rolled back into her head and she moved his hands from her hips just so that she could intertwine their fingers together and hold him...

... and then the two of them finally fell back from the wall and passed out with him still locked deep inside her ass. They didn't bother hunting for blankets or proper bedding in place of the hard, cold, stone floor.

Hestia's naked body pressed on top of him provided all the warmth he needed.

When John woke up again, he wasn't in Hestia's home anymore. He wasn't in his kingdom, or even his old house. He was in Robyn's house, sprawled out on the bed that his mother had slept on top of. His mother was nowhere to be seen, and so was Mary, he realized after a brief look around the room. He was alone and naked but somehow clean of all the lewd juices that he expected to see after a long night with Hestia. His crotch was still slightly sticky, but it wasn't covered in thick ropes of white or pools of gathered seed. He was clean enough to get up and search around the house. He didn't find anyone around, thankfully, other than Robyn's dog, but that was what he had been hoping for.

With some newfound privacy, he took the chance to finally shower once again. He scrubbed himself clean of all the smells and dried lingering juices that all of his sexual partners had left on him for the past few days, or at least he managed to get mostly clean of those smells, and then he swiped some of the spare clothing around the house. None of it actually fit him, but that didn't matter. His Craft ability fixed that. He made himself some fresh new clothes out of the stuff that he had taken from Robyn's house... and then he left, thumbing through the messages on his phone as he walked out the door.

School... No, it didn't make sense for him to bother with school. After everything that had already happened, he couldn't see a reason to go back there anymore. If there was anything that he had learned over the past week, it was that it seemed like his powers were there to stay. If he wanted to keep them, and keep them quiet, then he had to find a cover for himself. He had to find a way to explain all the money he was earning, he had to get rid of the necromancy items in his inventory, and above all that, he had to figure out what it was that had just happened in his dream.

His pop-ups helped him to piece together parts of the last thing. He found a mention of something that seemed to link what had happened to something he had already seen in the past, and from there he could only make assumptions about what had actually happened.

...Gamer's Mind has Failed... Rebooting...
Curse of the Nile: 91%. Curse of the Nile has failed.
Gamer's Mind has Failed... Rebooting...
Gamer's Mind has restarted!

The Curse of the Nile was mentioned only a few times in all of the pop-ups he had received over the night, but it was more than enough. After all, he had an ability that said something similar.

Waves Of The Nile. Level 1. MP Cost: NA.
Waves Of The Nile: A rare gift usually given out only by Isis through her tremendous power. This invisible aura washes off you in waves, radiating out from you thanks to the mere presence of your mana. Nearby individuals are affected by this ability through a gradual increase in their Libido stat. Effectiveness scales with skill level, total mana amount, and Charisma.

Linking the figure he had seen in his sleep to the name of a goddess mentioned in one of his abilities may have been a stretch, but... Hestia had suspected him of stealing his aura from another goddess. The woman had also called him a thief. If there were Greek gods, then it stood to reason that there were other types of gods as well. Isis was dangerous... but not stupid, at least he hoped not. If he could find a way to talk to her without immediately getting hypnotized by her presence, then he should have been able to explain to her that he had not actually stolen the ability. It was given to him...

... by Gaia.

He almost winced at how ridiculous the idea sounded to him in his head. If he actually brought it up to her, it was sure to seem even more preposterous. The only thing he could think of to perhaps help him in that regard was one of his Horrible Evolutions. If he earned another point to use there, then maybe she wouldn't be able to bewitch him the next time they met!

He got three blocks away from Robyn's house before his phone lit up with various messages. Once again, most of them were from his mom. She spammed him with questions about how he was feeling, if he was alright, how sorry she was about the previous day and how he had to do 'such things' for her now... and then there was one final one that he found that was a little jarring.

<Don't worry about Mary. I'm going to talk to her.> There were no other messages after that. It had been sent to him over an hour ago and wasn't followed up by anything from Mary either... but it was by no means the last message he had received. In fact, the last message that John had received had actually come from Eddie who spammed his phone with an obscene amount of question marks, exclamation points, and various emoji's... and then asked him about something he had mentioned the last time they had been in a room together.

<YOU'VE SEEN AN ORC???!!!!???!!>