Something Lewd At Last

“Help!” Hestia called out as she lugged Bell’s **** body through the streets. He’d fallen **** almost the moment that he had slain the Silverback, and she had abandoned the magic crystal that was his rightful spoils to try to rush him to help. But Daedelus street seemed as empty now as it had been when they were fleeing the monster in the first place, with not a soul to be seen.

“Please. Somebody!” She didn’t stop crying out even as she desperately tried to drag Bell back to somewhere safe. She’d wrapped one of his arms around her neck and was hauling him along with all of her meagre strength, but it wasn’t easy. It was in fact the very antithesis of easy. Bell was larger than her, more muscular than her. Meanwhile she was small and utterly unprepared to be doing such heavy lifting. She worked all day yes, but it was on storefronts selling Jagamaru-kun’s and potato puffs, not anything heavy.

Every step she took made her whole body ache, the restrictions that had been placed on her divine power rendering her almost useless. It had been almost 20 minutes and they had barely gone 10 metres. But she wasn’t going to let anything stop her. Bell was her Child, her only Child, and there was nothing in all of the Mortal Realm that was going to stop her getting him home, safe and sound.

She took another step, even despite the way her whole body screamed in protest. This pain, the pain of exertion. It was such an unfamiliar sensation, and it was definitely not one she enjoyed. Not at all. She was not like some other Gods who seemed to delight in all the strange experiences that the Mortal Realm granted to them, regardless of whether they were good or bad. She would never be able to find joy in the **** of one of her Children, just because it let her experience grief for the first time. She would never be able to enjoy pain.

But she could endure it. She could endure this, if it meant that Bell would be safe. She **** herself to take another step, covering a despairingly small amount of ground as she did so. Why couldn’t Bell be a little lighter? He wasn’t some muscle bound maniac or anything, he was small and stringy. So why did he weigh so much?

Another step sent a spike of pain running up her left leg for the short moment that it was the only one holding her up, and she almost toppled over backwards onto Bell. It was only sheer grit that allowed her to get her balance back and keep going. She cast her head around, squinting in pain as she tried to just keep Bell upright. As she looked, she did her best to shift him. Holding him to her side and trying to drag him along wasn’t working, so as she looked around desperately for any sign of someone to help them, she tried to shift him so he was on her back.

That was a mistake. The moment his weight was redistributed atop of her, she couldn’t take it anymore, and with a squawk she collapsed forwards, falling forwards onto her breasts, and then Bell came down on top of her, trapping her beneath his body. She immediately tried to get her arms down underneath her, but she was just too scrawny. There was no chance of her being able to get out from under Bell again. “Help!!!” She called out again, though already sure it was going to be just as futile as every other time.

She laid there for another minute or so before the sound of padding feet drew closer, and she looked up from beneath her pinned position to see the one person she did not want to see right now. Loki strolled right on up to her, walking casually as if she was just having a wonderful little stroll. Aiz Wallenwhatsit was there too, sword in hand, blonde hair swishing in the wind like some kind of fairie.

“Heya Hestia!” Loki called out jovially, and she broke into a skip like a child running across the prairie so that she could bend over almost 90 degrees at the waist and peer down at her with the most condescending smirk she had ever seen. “How you doing down there? Still the runt of the litter as always I see.”

“Grrr.” She growled out, grinding her teeth together at the indignity that of everyone that she could have found, Loki was the one who had come to rescue her from her own indignity. “Hmm. I’m doing quite well. From down here I get the perfect view of just how flat a clifface you are. Not even bothering with padding anymore?”

“Why you!” Loki went to kick her right in one of her breasts, currently bulging as they were flattened against the ground by her and Bell’s weight atop them. But her foot never got anywhere close to Hestia’s body, thanks to a certain someone’s intervention. Aiz had looked on passively down at her the entire time, her golden eyes scanning over both Bell and Hestia together. With Loki nearby, she had never even paid attention to her, but now the Sword Princess stepped forward right in the way of Loki’s attack, taking the foot to the back of her shin as if it was nothing to her, which of course it was, and lifting Bell’s body off of her back.

“Hmm. Finally some manners.” The Goddess of the Hearth commented as she climbed up onto her feet. “Honestly Loki, is this all you’re good for, kicking people while they are down?”

“You’ve always been beneath me, it’s barely a change.” The redheaded Goddess said as she nursed her injured foot, rubbing it with her hands as she tried to play the part of the smug warrior who was just letting their enemy have a reprieve because they knew it wouldn't make a difference to the end result. She did let out a very amusing squawk, that was almost music to Hestia’s ears, as she turned her back on the trickster god to see to Bell, now being cradled in Aiz’ arms. Honestly, Loki should be more used to being ignored in favour of others. With that washboard of hers, compared to all the other goddesses in the Heavens, it wasn’t like it was something new.

“What happened?” Aiz asked her as Hestia ran her hand over his brow, wiping back his white hair back off of his brow. For someone who was out cold after who knows how much punishment, he looked surprisingly peaceful right now. She just wished he could stay this way forever. Sans the unconsciousness of course. If he would just stay home and let her take care of him instead of running off on an adventure, then he would never get hurt, never need to push himself so far. She would never need to see him bleed, and he would never need to see her cry. Why oh why couldn’t she have fallen for a mortal who had the sense to keep himself safe?

But then maybe that was it? If he had the common sense to take care of himself, he would never have come to Orario, heart set on challenging the dungeon. If he wasn’t who he was, then she never would have found him.

“What happened to him.” Aiz repeated, firmer this time, and it managed to break through Hestia’s little reverie. She looked up into golden eyes, shimmering with bright light, and framed by golden locks. The very image of a guardian angel watching over her Bell, holding him in her arms like the perfect protector. It made her want to slap her. She wanted to plant a huge red welt on that face, for being any other face than her own. But she held herself back. There were more important things at hand than getting jealous about not being the one able to help.

“He killed a Silverback that came after us.” She said, trying to put every ounce of her pride in Bell into her words. Silverbacks were only found down on the 11th and 12th floors, the very last of the Upper Floors. They were one of the most dangerous enemies most adventurers would ever face, considering how many of them never reached level 2 and so never got permission to enter the middle floors. And Bell had already defeated one. “It must have escaped from Monsterphilia.”

Aiz’ eyes had widened slightly at the news, looking down at Bell in a different light. “Huh? A Silverback?” That was Loki. The taller goddess had seized her from behind by the shoulders, and was now leaning over her left shoulder. “How’d he pull that off?” Compared to the feats of her own children, it was nothing. Each of them could annihilate a silverback with the same amount of effort it took a mortal to blink, but everything in life was relative, and one person’s simple was another’s achievement.

“By being my Bell, and just that good!” She declared, lunging forwards and hugging Bell’s **** body with her own, smooshing her breasts into his face, as both a mark of ownership and to hide him away from the prying eyes of the sly goddess. “Check if you want.” She said, throwing an arm back towards the way they had come, to the sight the battle had been fought in.

Loki headed off immediately, with Aiz staying behind to keep hold of Bell. The small goddess and the powerful adventurer looked at one another for quite some moments, a tense aura beginning to form between the two of them. Hestia was dead set on glaring at the woman who had so thoroughly ensorcelled her Bell and stolen his attention away from her. Aiz looked back with an almost matching intensity, though her own reasons for it were something she herself didn’t quite understand.

The deadlock was broken as Loki returned, tossing the large magic stone from the slain silverback up and down in her hand, throwing it into the air and then catching it. “Hmm. So you weren’t lying. He did kill the thing. Guess that crosses the last one off the list then. But don’t let this go to your head Loli Big Boobs. Just because you get one cute boy in your familia, doesn’t mean you suddenly become someone important ”

“Last one?” She said, ignoring the rest of Loki’s spiel to get to the point, completely brushing aside the moment that the dormant seed began to sprout.

“Yeah. A bunch of Ganesha’s captured monsters escaped. Aiz was hunting them all down for him. They got all of them but the Silverback, and someone said it headed into Daedelus street, so we headed over. That guy. Can't believe he’d be so irresponsible.” She said casually as she continued to play with the stone. “But your boy looks like he is beat up all to hell. Guess we can do you the favour of helping you get him somewhere. But you’ll owe me Itty Bitty.” The woman’s red eyes seemed to flash red as she opened her eyes to stare down at Hestia with an intensity that could burn a thousand suns.

It hurt. It really did. To have to give in to Loki like this. But Bell was at stake, and she would not allow her own pride to get in the way of seeing him safe. She opened her mouth to accept and agree that she was now in Loki’s debt. Thankfully she never had to.

Aiz’ hand landed down on Loki’s head in the perfect chop, and the redhead was knocked right down onto the ground, face planting into the cobbled stone. “Be nice.” The Sword Princess commanded, and Loki could do nothing but raise one hand into the air, thumb raised in agreement. “We’ll help.”

She quickly maneuvered Bell around so that he was laying down on her back like a backpack, and then crouched down to seize Hestia by the waist, before scooping her up in a bridal carry. “Loki.” She said, looking back at the Goddess who was still down on the ground, but was stretching out her arm as far as it would go to try and grab a handful of Aiz’ ass, her fingers falling just a few inches short. “Follow us.”

And with that she took off at an incredible sprint, dashing through the streets of Orario, headed for somewhere to get Bell taken care of. As she clung to the girl, Hestia kept one hand on Bell’s own as it fell over Aiz’ shoulder. She relaxed back into the soft chest, trying to replace Aiz with Bell in her mind. But then she got a sudden jolt.

“I can drop you.”

“Ugh. Please don’t.” Hestia begged, removing her head from Aiz’ bust.

“Mama Mia has agreed to allow him to stay in the room for as long as required until he awakens without charge. We will watch over him here. Have no fear.” The elven maid said politely as she bowed, pulling closed the door to the room Bell was sleeping in. At Hestia’s direction one of the staff members had taken a trip to Miach’s apothecary, and he and his Familia had rushed over to help heal Bell with potions, bandages and their variety of medical skills. Hestia had rewarded them with the Silverback’s magic stone for all of their trouble. She had no clue if she overpaid or underpaid, but right now her devotion to Bell’s safety was all that filled her mind.

When they had finally left, Hestia had instantly collapsed to the floor beside Bell’s bed, holding his hand in both of her own. She wanted him to know she was there. To know that he had succeeded in saving her. He’d done so much, endured so much, just to save her. All she seemed to be good for was to get other people to help him, never able to help him herself. She was a Goddess of the Hearth and Home, but what skills did that actually give her?

“Thank you.” She uttered out to the closed room, hoping the elven woman’s senses would let her hear the thanks through the closed door. Please and Thank You. Was that all she was good for?

“Bell. I’m sorry.” She whispered out, the most she could actually manage to speak right now. She tried to put her feelings in order, in some sort of sense, but that was all that he could manage to bring together. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

Tears slowly pittered down onto the floor, falling like languid raindrops.

A knock on the door sounded out, and Hestia hastily brushed away the trails of tears still running down her face, though that did nothing to remove the redness left behind in their wake. “Come in.” She called out.

The one who came through the door was the Blonde Bimbette from before, the one from Loki’s familiar. The Sword Princess.

Slowly she eased the door open, just enough that she could slip inside and look around quickly, before aligning her eyes with the sight of Bell and beginning to move into the room, absentmindedly closing the door behind her. She barely even looked at Hestia. What a trollop she was. Was that what Loki looked for in her familia members? Beautiful and brainless?

Whatever the case, if she thought she could just come in here and interrupt Hestia’s time with her Bell, then she had another thing coming. As the adventurer strode forwards towards the Bed, Hestia rose to her feet and positioned herself firmly in the way, hands going to her hips and elbows out wide to make her presence as large as it could be despite her small stature.

“What do you want?” She demanded of the other woman, and finally watched as Aiz slowed to a stop before her, and blinked as she looked down at her diminutive form. She turned her head to one side, like some dumb puppy who was confused and had nothing else to do but sit around waiting for someone to pay it attention. “Why are you here!?!” She demanded.

“I wanted to…” She paused for a moment, and Hestia could almost swear she could hear the squeaking of the hamster wheel in her brain turning. “Check on him. He is… cute.”

‘I knew it!!!’ The words cut through Hestia’s mind like an adamantite blade. She really was some harlot here to steal Bell away from her. Well Hestia wasn’t going to take it, no siree. She was going to put up a fight. “Well Bell is perfectly fine with just me here to take care of him thanks.” ‘Your presence is redundant here after all, we’ve already got plenty of air.’ “So why don’t you just go back to Loki. I thought the two of you left ages ago.”

“Something happened. Strange Monsters from the sewers. I came back.” Why did she speak so stiltedly? It was like she didn’t realise that proper sentences were a thing. “I wanted to make sure he was okay.”

Well that wouldn’t do whatsoever. And considering that Hestia and Loki were such big rivals, she knew exactly what to do about it. “And why would you want to do that!?!” She began, thrusting out one finger accusingly, stabbing at the girl in her cutsie white and blue outfit. Honestly, could she get any more derivative if she tried? White and Blue was her thing, not this Aiz’s. “Whyever would someone from another Famila ever have so much interest in my Bell? For what reason could a level 5 adventurer such as yourself, possibly want to with a level 1 like Bell? Unless you are after him for less than proper reasons.”

The other girl’s brow scrunched up in confusion, her golden eyes shining with a lack of understanding. “Loki wants my Bell doesn’t she? That’s why you are here. To steal him away from me! Well I won’t have it! Bell is my Child, and I won’t let Loki get what she wants just because she was lucky enough to get down here first and manage to start a familia before I could.”

“Loki wants Bell?” The blonde bimbo asked. In the name of herself, it was so hard to properly deal with this woman. It was like she was trying to have an argument with a plank of wood for all the response she got out of her. How could Bell ever feel anything for a woman like this? If you used a Spell of Reversal, her personality would stay the same, because she didn’t have one!

“Well if that isn’t the case.” She went on regardless. She could still pressure the hussy to go away if nothing else. “Then that could only mean that it is you yourself that is interested in my Bell.” She said, and it was infuriating to her that before she could move on to her next point, that the woman actually nodded. That wasn’t a question! “In which case, I forbid it. There shall be no improper liaisons between my Bell and anyone from any other familia. Especially not Loki’s.”

She laid down the law as firmly as possible, and for a moment she thought that she was actually getting through to the woman. There was some flash of recognition in her eyes, and she did look like she was genuinely thinking over her words this time. “What’s a liaison?” And all of that was shattered the moment the bimbo opened her mouth.

“Something you shall never have with my Bell!” She declared firmly. “You shall not cavort, canoodle or consort with one another. You shall not mate, or mingle, or machinate. You shall not hold hands, you shall not fondle one another, and you shall not, under any circumstances, ro for any reason, fornicate!”

She made sure to punctuate the end of her sentence there as if it were the finishing word in a heated debate, but in no way did that mean she was done. Indeed, she almost immediately flung herself right into another tirade at the bimbo. “I shall not have any of your Homewrecking intent coming near me and my Bell. We are perfectly happy together. So run along back to your washboard patron.” She said, and as one final statement, she prodded the woman right in the chest.

Finally she took the time to breathe a bit. She’d been so swept up in her little rant that she hadn’t even realised that she had practically chased the blonde woman around the room, jabbing her finger forwards over and over, and the girl had appropriately retreated before the fury of a goddess, until they had ended up running almost a full ring around the room. Now she had backed the blonde up to almost the edge of Bell’s cot.

“Homewrecker? I am not. Bell is interesting to me. He is… driven. More than anyone else I have seen.”

“That is the excuse you have?” She couldn’t stand this woman. She strolled in here and tried to stake a claim on Bell like she deserved it. “You just come in here, wagging your ass back and forth to get closer to Bell. Well guess what, you can run off and join looking for men who like watching you leave them, because I can tell you that Bell likes these!” She said definitively, lifting her breasts in her hand, and thrusting them out at the other woman, with her considerably smaller pair. Not as small as Loki. But still nothing compared to Hestia’s set.

By this point, Aiz had nowhere left to go when Hestia pushed forwards again, and so there were only two options left available to her. Either she could act against one of the Gods, something she definitely wasn’t willing to do. Or she could tumble over backwards onto the bed, her buttocks coming down right on top of Bell’s crotch, currently only covered by the light clothing of his underwear that he had been redressed in after Miach and Naaza had treated his rooms.

Hestia didn’t hold back there though. She surged forwards to press her advantage, and as the taller woman ended up seating right on her Bell’s belltower, she pressed her breasts forwards against the other woman's, making it unignorable how superior her own endowments were. She enjoyed the way that the girl squirmed in place, shifting this way and that in place as she tried to escape the sensation of her meagre offerings rubbing against Hestia’s own humongous heffers.

“Mmm.” Bell moaned out, also shifting slightly, though still out cold for the moment. Good. He approved of her taking down this filthy hussy who was trying to steal him away from her, when she had only ever tried her very best for him. She kept going, in fact. Aiz was obviously uncomfortable at their breast on breast contact, and if it made her uncomfortable to be around Hestia, and Hestia and Bell were inseparably linked, then soon she would learn to stay away. Aiz continued to writhe in place under the ****.

And then Bell woke up. It was a very sudden and all at once occurrence, his hands whipping up and then down towards his crotch, only to be stopped by the powerful impediment that was provided by Aiz’s hips. Hestia watched as his eyes opened and took in what was happening in front of him, his eyes blinking open, then widening, then widening further as he realised what his hands had found.

Whatever he was going to say though, he never had any time to say it, because Hestia immediately stopped her **** on Aiz to launch herself right at him, practically flying at him to drive his face right into her cleavage, burying his head between her boobs. He tried to say something, but he was quite literally speaking into her chest, and so whatever it was was muffled into obscurity.

“Bell! I’m so glad you’re okay. You had me so worried!” She cried out, circling her arms around the back of his head and pulling him all the deeper into the valley of her cleavage. If she had her way, she would bury him in there such that he would never want to leave, but she realised that was probably an unrealistic wish. So she’d just be willing to push him in deeply enough that he couldn’t see that hussy sitting on his crotch. She was just trouble for them anyway.

So it was that as she pressed him closer and closer to her breastbone, his hands wrapped around her back, though instead of resting there they momentarily tried to lift her off of him, but apparently decided that was a futile endeavor and moved on to Aiz instead. She too had responded to him awakening with enthusiasm, though she was a much more withdrawn person, and so her response was equally as withdrawn. The blonde remained seated exactly where she was, finding it normal to sit on Bell’s crotch, normal to feel his erection rise between her buttocks and slot almost perfectly between the cheeks of her ass, and normal for his hands to grab onto her hips as she gently gyrated atop of him.

There was nothing abnormal about the situation at all. Which is why she didn’t bother stopping it at all. She just kept going and going and going, repeating the small motions she had been doing before Bell awakened, though she did lean slightly towards him, trying to see his face over Hestia’s shoulder, but finding it impossible thanks to how deeply he was buried.

For Bell’s part, he was completely freaking out inside, but what could he do? He had been in a gruelingly difficult fight, and his body was most definitely not recovered. He still felt weak and feeble enough that he probably wouldn’t even be able to get up out of bed, and now his face was buried between two huge boobs bigger than his head thanks to his adoring goddess, and his idol was seated on his lap, giving him an assjob through both of their clothes.

It was absolutely fucking terrifying. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to run and flee, and he tried, he really did. But nothing he could do would shift either of the two women currently staking their claims to his body with their own, and his miniscule attempts to do anything either did nothing, or made it worse for himself. When he tried to say anything, the moment his mouth was open he had it filled with warm creamy breast flesh, tasting of lady Hestia’s skin, and he desperately tried to remove it from his mouth. She was a Goddess, she did not deserve the sort of defiling that his mouth on her tits provided. And as for Aiz, his hands on her hips, trying to lift her, were like a pebble trying to lift a mountain.

Not to say that Aiz was heavy, but she had all the strength she could ever want, and he had none. He couldn’t have made her budge if he wanted to when he was at maximum strength, and now he was severely weaker than normal. Moving her was not in the cards. What he did manage to do with his several attempts to move her, was simply reposition his member within the cavern of her butt cleavage. And that was even more motifying. Aiz Wallenstein could feel his dick. His penis was the sausage between the hotdog buns of her buttocks. It was terrifying and humiliating all at the same time. He fully expected to be castrated at any moment.

But that didn’t happen. Instead what happened was a steadily building intensity in her little shufflings, like she was trying more and more to find the perfect spot to sit on him. And every tiny movement strung him along to the next, and the next after that.

And then he felt something. Something he had never felt before. Something building inside of him, building below. He had no clue what it could be, but it was getting stronger and stronger, and the ministations of both Aiz and Hestia atop him only served to make the problem worse and worse, until finally it reached a fever pitch and he could do nothing to stop what came next.

He felt faint as something shot up and out the end of his cock, spraying out through his clothing and all over Aiz’s backside, leaving the both of them very sticky with thick white fluid. He saw as Hestia’s head turned towards Aiz, looking at the sight of what had just happened, and Bell finally came to realise it himself in that moment.

He had just cum, for the first time ever. He had just cum, and it was all over Aiz Wallenstein no less. All over Aiz’s butt and back, as well as her clothes, ruining them all. While his Goddess Hestia was in the room no less.

It was simply all too much for him. A moment later Bell’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he returned to the realm of the insensate. Being unable to think meant he didn’t need to make sense of absurd situations like this.

For Hestia’s part, she managed to gracefully restrain her jealousy over what had just transpired, to a single moment of fantasising that Aiz’s butt cheeks were actually her breasts that had been coated in Bell’s thick sticky semen.

Aiz however, found it quite uncomfortable to sit on something so wet and sticky, and finally rose from her seated position back onto her feet, one hand going behind her to touch her sodden clothing, and coming away with strings of white semen connecting it to her backside. Slowly she brought that hand up towards her face and sniffed at it.

Oh no no no. This was not happening in front of her. If Bell wanted to use that woman as a glorified sex toy then that was all perfectly Normal, but Hestia drew the line at her doing… That! “Out!” She cried out, releasing Bell and charging the other woman, pushing her with all of her might. Aiz didn’t resist at all, her attention drawn away to the gooey white that was now partially coating her hand, and so Hestia was able to open the door, shove her out through it, and slam it behind her, all in a very short timeframe.

The last sight of Aiz Wallenstein Bell got, was of her tongue darting out to lap at the semen he had left upon her. He shuddered in embarrassment, but that was only to be replaced a moment later by pure humiliation and terror as Hestia turned around to look at him from the door, her blue eyes laser focused.

“Meep!”