After some rest.

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John passed out right after he managed to mutter the name of the spell he had first used to get himself into his kingdom. It was his intention to try and go back to the tribe again, and while he didn't know if he got there, he did remember seeing some things. It was just small stuff at first. Short moments where he could make out images of light and metal panels, first from the walls and ceilings around him, and then they were images of swords, of two people sparring with weapons. One person died and another took his place, but despite how he somehow knew it would go on and on again endlessly, the image didn't stay with him for long. After that he started to see people. Faces passed him that were hidden under dark hoods with thin figures that he didn't know. The rasping, breathless noises of dead bodies shambling about echoed in his ears as he felt like he was carried into a warehouse, and then his attention was drawn to the blue.

He didn't recognize it at first. It was hard to truly figure what it was that John had seen until he got so nervous that he squeezed the ring on his finger, and then an understanding finally hit him. Those were Mana tanks, large and filled with a thick, viscous jelly that glowed blue when it began to drain Mana from its victims. Images of more faces flashed in and out of his vision. Faces of people he had met at some time or another in Springfield, or seen on the news whenever someone new went missing. He saw Moira... and Cassandra... and, eventually, even his mother, and then he started to ****. He stared at the faces they were making within their blue liquid prisons and felt the way they tried to breathe through the sour jelly substance all around them. It was in everything. Their mouths, noses, ears, eyes... their whole naked bodies were filled and coated with the substance as it squeezed under their skin like some kind of living slime while a magic generator hummed at the top of each tank and kept them in a permanent stasis. It kept them locked up to endlessly drain them of their Mana and froze them in that last second just before they drowned.

...And then eventually he was the one looking out from the blue instead of looking in, stuck staring at the same spot for the rest of eternity. Every now and then, someone would walk past right in front of him to plug a new bottle into his tank, like they were simply tapping a cask of ale, and then they would walk away again with a brand new Mana potion. At the most, all he could bring himself to look at was the image of a constantly reappearing pop-up that flashed brightly in front of his eyes... waiting endlessly for him to dismiss it.

ALERT! The tutorial has ended! Warping back and forth from your kingdom will now cost 10 MP upon entering or leaving! Entering or exiting the Kingdom may no longer be done while the Gamer is still in combat or in a trap barrier!

The button to enter and exit your kingdom has been unlocked and can now be found in the Kingdoms tab!

ALERT! The tutorial has ended! Warping back and forth from your kingdom will now cost 10 MP upon entering or leaving! Entering or exiting the Kingdom may no longer be done while the Gamer is still in combat or in a trap barrier!

The button to enter and exit your kingdom has been unlocked and can now be found in the Kingdoms tab!

ALERT! The tutorial has ended! Warping back and forth from your kingdom will now cost 10 MP upon entering or leaving! Entering or exiting the Kingdom may no longer be done while the Gamer is still in combat or in a trap barrier!

The button to enter and exit your kingdom has been unlocked and can now be found in the Kingdoms tab!

"Well done..." The roar of a nearby fire drew John's attention away from the blue, and he turned just in time to watch as a wave of vibrant orange color flared up in a nearby hearth. His moment with the Mana tanks ended abruptly as he came face to face the familiar sight of the goddess he had dreamed about before, and then he fell to his knees coughing and spitting as he finally began to breathe again. His lungs ached so badly... that he almost began to cry at the fresh air flooding into his system, but her hands were on him before he could.

She eased him back up to his feet and almost carried John back over to her bed in her nightgown. The room he had dreamed about before still looked exactly the same as it had the last time he left it. The blue furniture was still littered with sapphire blue gems and books and candles. The room burned warmly with the strength of the nearby fires, and the Goddess he had met when he had appeared in that room the first time even still had on her sheer, little, candy-red nightgown. So little had changed since John had last been to 'Tia's' home that John felt almost worried for a moment that no time might have passed for her at all. When peeking at her from the corner of his eyes, he even noticed that she still seemed aroused since the last time he had visited. Her thighs were slightly slick and glistened with the firelight, while the front of her outfit was tented with the hardened tips of her apple-sized breasts. The air was slightly stuffy and he noticed that it smelled both of smoke and sweat now that he had a moment to breathe, but he didn't pay attention to the scents in the room for long. He could breathe, that was the most important thing to him at that moment.

She leaned him against the bed when they were finally close enough and, with a shaky breath, took a step back far enough to move out of the reach of his powerful aura. She straightened out the front of her outfit, as if that might somehow help to pull it down far enough to hide the signs of her arousal, but the silky substance didn't do much to aid her in that endeavor. It already clung to her skin too tightly for the cloth to actually hide anything.

"I have to admit, a part of me was worried that you might not be able to guess my name... but I'm glad you came back to visit," she smiled at him, and after taking a moment to catch his breath, John smiled back. Truthfully, he didn't know what she was talking about. He still didn't know what her name was, and when he tried to use Observe on her to find it, she simply scolded him for his use of invasive magic. His use of Observe didn't even get him a pop-up.

He wasn't confused for very long however. After looking at the room for a little while, in hopes that an answer might stick out at him, John's eyes locked on to the large fireplace that never stopped burning in her home. His jaw dropped slightly as he stared at the homely stone construct, and then he shook his head as slowly as he could manage. It couldn't be right, it was just a bit of mythology that he had learned about in school... but it was the only thing that made sense to him.

"You're Hestia... the goddess of the hearth," he mumbled, and just on the edge of his vision, he watched as the goddess beamed brightly at him. "Uh... I'm John." Her hands clapped happily in front of her as she bounced up and down for a couple of seconds before, finally, she seemed so overjoyed that she simply dashed forward and hugged him. Her silk-covered, soft, tanned breasts squeezed against John's chest as she held him tightly and bounced a few more times against him... teasing him with the half-naked body that was hidden beneath no more than a little silken dress before he hugged her back. Her movements stiffened slightly as John held her close enough for her to feel the way his cock hardened in the crevice between her thighs, and then a different image flashed before him, one that, thankfully, didn't show him anymore of that pervasive blue slime.

It appeared briefly, but it was so strong and graphic that it felt real to John, at least for a moment. The two of them were on her bed, closer to the headboard instead of the foot of the bed this time, and were both naked like that was the only form they had that actually mattered. He watched as his image pulled on her hair sharply from behind her and stood mesmerized with the goddess in his arms as he felt her wavy brown locks pull taut in his fingers without even touching them. The image of John that he saw roughly pumped his hips forward as he stared at the bed, and his vision of the goddess had her whole body shoved up with the strength of his thrust. The bed shook once as he tugged her head back by her waist-length, sinuous, brown hair and then to keep from crying out as she thrust needily back against him, she lifted a pillow up to hide her face into. Her body shook with bliss as he took her in the vision, just like he took a claim to everything else in her home, and then when his thoughts somehow turned to collaring her like he had with Urga and his mother, the hallucination of Hestia turned and opened her mouth as if to beg him for it.

...Then the goddess stepped back from John's hug.

Hestia stumbled and tripped away from John gasping. Her eyes went wide like saucers and then hazy for only a second before she glanced away from him. He followed her line of sight to the... even, spotless bed that had seemed so tussled and used a moment ago in his imagination, and then when they looked back at each other, Hestia's eyes seemed almost scared... but knowing. She had seen the same vision as him somehow, even though John's newest evolution stated that he couldn't have had his mind read, and after staring at him for a moment, she looked at the ring on John's hand as it burned with a wicked green light.

Without thinking, John stepped back up against the goddess's form. Her short body trembled in front of him as his arms locked around her waist and shoved the fat bulging cock in his pants right back up against that warm crevice between her thighs. The scent of freshly baked cookies and chocolate filled his lungs as he tugged her close, and while her hands went to push at his chest, his own hands wove and slowly intertwined with her sinuous brown hair. She pulled her head back to look up at him as she struggled with him for a moment, and then just before he leaned down to kiss her, she weakly snapped at him.

"No, Joh-!" she didn't manage to say much before their mouths mashed together. Her full lips parted for him almost immediately, yielding beneath his touch like she already knew what he was taking, and sure enough, she let him have it. She didn't even hesitate before she kissed him back, like he had already staked a claim to her mouth before his tongue had even slipped past her lips. She welcomed it with a couple of shy and gentle flicks from her own tongue and then gave him a muffled groan as he squeezed her tighter against himself for the attention. Her breath hitched through her nose against his upper lip as she tried to keep her composure, but as John leaned her further and further back, her hands eventually stopped pushing against him and just held onto him. She let him have his way with her mouth until his tongue was laced with her sweet taste and she was gingerly writhing in his arms.

A brief thought about Mary and Grace popped into John's mind just as he was pulling back to try and tease her lower lip, and then a part of his mind felt like it cleared just before he went back to her to get more. She had said no, so John shoved away from her just before his hands started to dip and crawl down her back. He stopped himself, barely, before he hiked up her nightdress and lost control, and stepped back until the temptation to kiss her again didn't seem so strong. His vision slowly blurred as all the colors in the room mixed together for him, and then after a couple more heavy breaths, they cleared again. He turned to look at the goddess, from where she stood in the center of the room and shook her head, and the two of them froze when they looked at each other.

The front of her dress had been pulled down past her tits already by her own hands, leaving a pair of swollen brown nipples pointing out over the hem of her clothes like a couple of chocolate candies. Her thighs were slick with her juices and subtly squeezed together as her hands hung frozen in the air in front of her, but only her hands remained unmoving. When John looked at her, the goddess slowly started to shift her weight nervously between her feet, sliding her bare, thick, wet thighs across one another, rubbing her dripping juices into her skin, before he followed her own gaze. He looked down and blinked as he realized that her hands had been frozen like that because she had already undone his pants. The Orcish hide was no longer tied together with the thick, rough strings that usually kept them up, and both sides of the front of his bottoms were splayed out to either side of his crotch to help properly expose the monster that now hung out from its confines. It was rigid already and pulsing with what seemed like an angry desire, pointing at her crotch like it had a mind of its own, like it had its next target.

"You stopped...?" she asked and cocked an eyebrow at John. He nearly went to try and tuck his cock back into his clothing again before her statement gave him pause. He looked back up to her to see that her hands had finally regained some measure of life again only to watch as she played with the bottom of her gown. The candy-red hem lifted as he stared at her, and with each inch it rose, John's eyes widened more and more. She had no hair on her sex, he realized with a slight gasp. It was completely bare and round, plump and red with a swollen and **** need that he imagined only thousands of years of chastity could have caused... and then his ego gave him the idea that he could have also been the one to cause it.

"Ye- You said no..." he muttered breathlessly and watched as she bit her lip and one of her dainty fingers delved just low enough to barely spread her exposed pussy for him. She chewed on her lip for a moment longer, regarding him with half-lidded eyes, and then nodded to herself. Her hands let the hem of her dress drop abruptly and hide her sex from his sight again before she was upon him. With her strength, it took only a mere push with one of her hands to send John stumbling back to the edge of the bed again. He would have gone further, up onto the surface of her mattress had he not stopped himself, but he couldn't do much more than that. Hestia had already followed him before he could even stand again.

"I am not some w-weak mortal to succumb to your presence, John." she stated and, despite that, climbed up into his lap. The bed creaked and groaned as the two of them sat in one spot on the edge of it and golden eyes stared down at John. She leaned over him, her new position giving her just enough height to put herself above him for a second before she paused. "The magic you have stolen cannot break my will. It does not affect me like it does y-your... partners." A fancy word for slaves, John figured. Even with her own censorship, Hestia still blushed when she finished her sentence. Her hardened nipples brushed against his chest as she spoke. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek once, and though her soft lips pulled away quickly, they felt like they lingered on his cheek. Then she gave him a second kiss.

"Th-then why are you-?" he started and then stopped as she lifted herself up enough to slide the bottom of his cock up against her womanhood, grinding him against her from the base of his cock all the way up to its tip. Her pussy lips barely spread around his turgid shaft; she was already so tight that she didn't manage to do much more than coat a small part of him in a thin layer of her own arousal. Her juices stuck to him, burning like the liquid had yet to forget her body heat even though she rubbed it off on him time and time again, and then she poised herself atop the head of his member. She had to adjust a dozen different frantic times just to try and get the right angle, but when she felt like she finally had it, she smiled at him and dropped. Her hips fell heavily into John's lap, slapping so roughly against his waist that he could see her butt jiggling subtly and her breasts bouncing as he sat there. Hestia merely whimpered in idle disappointment, but thankfully, not from the size of his cock. Despite the fact that she was a goddess, she spared his ego that blow. He felt like he might not have measured up to an actual god. Instead, she groaned because she missed. Her cunt slipped away from the head of his member before he could penetrate her and missed the proper mark by mere centimeters. Her pussy slid down the underside of his shaft again, and she shuddered against him as her clit was crushed up against his cock between the two of them.

The fire in the room roared louder as Hestia finally looked up at him, and the red in her cheeks deepened again. One neatly manicured hand lifted up from his body as she abandoned the need to steady herself. Her pale, unblemished body shook as she, with a gentle snap of her fingers, changed the way that John had grown used to having sex. A pop-up appeared between the two of them before he brushed it to the side, but the message was easy enough to read.

Waves Of The Nile has been rendered temporarily inert!

"Because... you stopped," she said, and then after looking down to angle herself again, she smiled at John sweetly. "Besides, I've waited long enough." The faintest traces of a blush burned through her cheeks as she gently pushed her entrance against the head of his cock to make sure she had the angle right this time, and then John grabbed onto her hips with one hand and his dick with the other. He squeezed his fingers into her shapely hip to help hold her steady and was surprised to find out that she was still shaking even as she let him line his cock up with her entrance before she finally leaned down and kissed him on the lips again.

His hips arched and thrust, just as eagerly as they had when he first lost his virginity, while she parted her mouth for him again. He didn't get very deep before he felt her hand on his waist, stopping him. Only the head of his penis actually managed to pop inside of her. Her strength, even during a **** moment, proved to be enough to keep him at bay while her tongue flicked and beckoned him back into the kiss that had been broken. She welcomed him wordlessly to go and take her mouth back as his own, and when he felt it, his hands shot up to hold her hair and caress the back of her head again. He tilted her down into his kiss, guiding her to turn her head with his hands while he explored her mouth, and she happily moaned against him until the kiss was deep enough that he didn't care how sloppily they may have been mashing their lips together. He just let his Motion Of The Ocean try to guide him through it while the ring, Daemon, basked them in wicked green light.

When Hestia finally began to ease herself down the length of his cock again, it was almost too slow for John to handle. His hands locked up, struggling to hold her in place by her hair as she squeezed him deeper and deeper into a crevice that felt too narrow and short for him to be in. She was tighter than any of the other girls he had known. With the strength of her muscles and her fabled virginal inexperience, John had to sit back and wait as she spread every last fold and wall in her little 'kitten' around his fat cock. She stretched her womanhood into a hot, silken, wet sleeve around the head of his shaft and then didn't manage to go much further than that before he bumped against a fleshy barrier. They both stiffened and parted from the other's lips, a thin line of drool connecting the two of them, as they turned to look down and John's body flexed against her hand. The newly toned muscles in his abdomen tensed and pushed back hard as he tried to thrust up into her, to get past her virginity. He could feel her hymen stretching and he wanted past it, but she still didn't let him move.

"You're so eager..." she muttered with a nervous chuckle and kept peering down between the two of them. She was already sweating and the shaking in her body had only got worse and worse as the two of them got closer. The entrance to her little slit looked like it had been stretched out in a wide, taut ring around him... and for some reason that he hadn't noticed yet, his shaft once again seemed a little bigger than before. With a slight huff, she tucked a few spare locks of her brown hair back behind one ear, and then John looked up to see her burning red face. She was blushing so hard and seemed so full of focus that John felt worried she might not have been breathing for a moment.

"I wanna make you cum," he nodded dumbly and watched as she smiled down at him. His hands gingerly slid down across the front of her chest and flicked across her nipples, and then the two watched as he gently tugged and pinched the little buds between his thumbs and forefingers, and her mouth fell open at his touch. He was unable to make her tremble so quickly like he had with all of his other partners, but she didn't stop him. She just let him **** her chest until his squeezing and teasing made it so her nipples felt huge and tender.

"You will... You don't have a lot of experience for it, but..." the hit to his ego made him pause briefly, before he went back and squeezed her breasts again. She wasn't wrong, even if she had less experience than him if his lessons in mythology were to be trusted. His fingers sunk into her tits as he worked; they weren't large enough to make his hands disappear or envelop them, but they were soft. Without even thinking about it, John found himself kneading them again and again, slowly squeezing his fingers into large handfuls of her chest and then stroking them out to the tips like he was trying to milk her. Hestia merely pushed into his touch as she slowly stretched out her hymen more and more. "... I want you to learn how to do it," she groaned and closed her eyes.

John took advantage of the moment a lot faster than he would have expected himself to. Normally, he might have thought that he had more self control, but as soon as Hestia wasn't looking, his hands moved. He steadied her by her hips with one hand, and while she was still trying to savor the haze his fingers had caused, he attacked her clit with the other. Even with all of the strength and power of a goddess, she still succumbed to her own body when John made his move. What control she had been using to move their act along slowly was stolen from her when John's fingers began to rub across her little button. Her hips jerked in place as she cried out, and the surprise sent her thrusting hard against him... just enough to take another couple of inches and break past that tiny virginal barrier before John stopped her with the hand on her hips.

Her thighs trembled and jiggled against John as the two of them sat there staring at her sex. The dripping of dark virginal liquid was quickly forgotten when their focus shifted towards going deeper again, and the two of them groaned at each other as he began to stretch more and more of her little quim around his cock. He pushed himself inside her, just as painstakingly slow as before so she could come to know every single inch, until, finally, it became too tight. Her tunnel abruptly contracted around the first half of his member and spasmed before John knew what was happening. Her pussy began milking him, squeezing and tightening around the head of his cock like they had already been going for a full session, and tore a gasp out of John. He clawed at her hips and tried to groan out a word of warning to her, but it was already too late. His body locked up with his cock still buried halfway inside of her and his balls clenched without a moment to pause. He tried to lift, to bury himself inside of her for a better orgasm or pull out at least, but he managed no more than a little buck in her tight grasp.

"It's warm..." she exhaled softly as the first spurt shot out into her depths, and they both realized that already that one burst of cum was more than he had ever managed to shoot out before he had got his powers, which had made him so virile that, by that point, he produced enough cum to coat most of her tunnel's walls with just the start of his orgasm. The second and third time his cock surged thickly with seed had her cooing and whimpering softly as she slowly began to rock back and forth against him. Her head nestled and squirmed up into the crook of his neck so she could at least bury her noises somewhere, just like she had in his vision, but he still heard each and every squeak. He had claimed her mouth, and now he was claiming her pussy.

The noises were for him.

Her arms slowly wrapped around the back of his neck as his cock somehow fired more and more cum into her until it felt like John was filling her up as well, just like he had with all of his other 'partners'. His seed gave them lube, and then when his orgasm was finally dying down, his cock flexed one more time... and Hestia began to move again. Whatever warmth John thought his cum had provided her was immediately given back to him as she **** him to squeeze into her depths with the orgasm he had dumped into her.

Noisy, wet spurting sounds filled the air as she **** his cum to go one of two ways. If there was no room for his spunk and his cock in the same space, then it was either shoved further up inside of her or back out around his cock. When it went up, she murmured and twitched in his arms as it was squeezed up into her womb, but when it was pushed back, his cum had to squeeze around the sides of his cock and came spurting and dripping back out of her entrance into his lap.

Trying to describe the heat inside of Hestia's slit as warmth was not an accurate term as John quickly found out. The warm spunk he put inside of her combined with her gripping, clenching walls was too much on his sensitive member. While she pushed him further in, John had to grab at her hips to try and make her stop because the closer he got to her core... the hotter it became. She was almost burning hot inside, he realized. After a few moments, it occurred to him that the heat deep inside of her was not caused by him. It was her own body creating that boiling sensation that began to tickle across his sensitive nerves, and she begged him not to deny her the last part of his shaft even if it meant pushing into that.

"Please... Please. I need it." Her voice was still muffled as she tried to hide it in his neck, but he heard her still and she knew he could. His cock pushed a little deeper, and the pressure became intense, painful almost, until John squeezed his eyes shut just to try and ignore it. His fingers clawed and clutched at her thighs as she pushed ever closer to the base of his cock. His nails left angry red lines across her skin, but she only shivered and moaned at the sensation. "Ooh- I-I'll let you," she murmured even softer than before, and John thought he might have misheard her for a moment. What he did hear didn't exactly make sense at first. Her sentence didn't have enough information in it for him to understand. "I-I'll let you do that." Her word was punctuated with the stray thought of what he had seen in his vision, the one where she was bent over with his hand tugging on her hair like it was a leash and at his use, begging for a **** collar. The vision where she was claimed.

His cock flexed harder inside of her, and he felt it bump against her cervix at long last. The horrible pressure around his cock released abruptly as the last of his cum was **** to go back out through the tunnel he had just stretched out and was currently occupying. It splattered against his waist and the bed in a giant, milky, white puddle while she buried a scream into the crook of his neck as he touched the same spot he had penetrated with all of his other partners before her. He considered doing the same thing with Hestia, to see if he might be able to push up into her womb as well, before he thought about the images of the Mana tanks that he had seen. If his Mana was being drained, then he couldn't cast his Augment Body ability to do to her womb what he had done in the past. He had no magic for that. It wasn't in his power to do it, but she was a goddess... she might have had the power to do it on her own. More than that, he wasn't sure if he could have even used his magic in one of his dreams.

"I-I want to f-feel that too..." she said, still talking about the vision they had seen of him claiming her, and John realized that her whole body may have been flushed red by that point. She was burning up so much that John could feel himself sweating just from her residual body heat. "Please, just keep going. I-"

"You have to be the one to let me in there," he interrupted her and bucked hard against her cervix, stealing another squeal from the goddess. Hestia stirred in his lap, untangling her arms from around his neck before she slowly sat up. Her hands pushed her blushing body up into a sitting position as she stared down at John through lidded, confused eyes, so he bucked against the entrance to her womb for more emphasis. She screamed again and then latched onto his shoulders for support. Her eyes slowly dipped down to the sweat dappled surface of his stomach, and then she looked back up at John.

"That's not- You're not supposed to-" she stammered and tried to talk him out of it before his hands latched onto her waist and he pressed insistently against it. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment while her teeth gingerly chewed on her lower lip as thoughts about claiming her womb also flooded his mind, taking her like he had with the others, before she finally nodded her head. A part of him wondered if she had seen those ideas too. She shouldn't have been able to read his mind now, but... he felt like she was somehow sharing the same thoughts regardless.

A moment passed and the goddess winced as John continued to press insistently against her cervix, but he did gradually start to press deeper. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, ones that he assumed came from stress or pain, and he put a hand on her stomach as if to stop her.

"You have to make sure it feels good," he stated and felt the head of his pole pop into her cervix. Her body shivered and shook hard, and then he watched as she leaned forward to bite down on the back of her hand as he squeezed and stretched her deeper and deeper. When she didn't seem to relax at all or lessen the pain, he tried his abilities anyways. He cast Augment Body with a short, simple thought and focused it all on taking her pain away. If she could bring herself to fit him inside of her anyways, then he didn't think that he would need to try to make it so her womb could stretch enough for him this time, the goddess seemed to manage that on her own.

"I got it! I-I got it," she insisted and slowly began to relax, but John had already tried casting anyways. He never got an alert to see if it worked or not. He just watched as she finished taking the rest of his cock, seemingly comfortably this time, and smiled at her when their crotches finally squeezed together in the white puddle of cum that had poured out onto him. Hestia grinned as she watched the splayed, stretched lips of her pussy nestle against John's crotch and then stared at her clit as it throbbed hugely in the liquid mess they had made already, but neither one cared enough to clean it. His cum simply stuck to her skin as she let her ass and thighs dip into the puddle they had made, and then John watched as it kept clinging to her in thick, milky strands that stretched between the two of them as she lifted up again and tugged the head of his cock back against her cervix. It was teasingly slow still, and she didn't move far enough to actually pull him out of those forbidden depths, but she did toy with the idea. She used the mushroom-like shape of the head of his cock to play with her womb's entrance and the idea of penetrating it again, before she squished her pussy back down against him. The webs of cum and pussy juice that had been pulled up with her thrust were mashed back into John's crotch and then remade into more and more milky strands as she gradually pulled him further and further back each time.

Her thrusts never picked up any speed. He had to sit there and wait as she made herself stretch out around his shape again and again each time she bounced on his lap, but going slow was what she wanted, so he went with it. Feeling her pussy mold to the shape of his cock wasn't too bad either.

"N-now you can do it..." she mumbled, and John watched as her jaw slowly started to droop and hang. The strength in her legs slowly got weaker and weaker as she tried to continue thrusting, but eventually she just let him take over. Her open mouth was not silenced this time. Every thrust, every throaty moan was openly voiced as she clenched down on him again when his cock started to pulse. "Cum..." her voice got thick and husky as she bucked back again and held him still inside of her this time. A single lump on her stomach formed as John's cock was shoved high against one of the walls of her womb, and the slight bulge his giant member made nearly went unnoticed before John came again.

His cum didn't shoot back out of her womb. Where the goddess' pussy had been tight enough to trap John in place, her cervix was somehow tighter. It locked around John's shaft like it was forming an airtight seal. His orgasm was left to fire off into her deepest crevice and fill until he had nothing left to shoot. He tried to thrust, to grind against her plump mound so that he could make his orgasm better again, but she wouldn't let him. Her strength was still too high and she seemed adamant to make sure that every drop filled her. He didn't even get to pull back when it felt like there wasn't enough room in her womb anymore for all of his cum!

She just kept him there until he had finally packed it all inside of her.

When that was done and her muscles finally relaxed, John eased himself back out. He slipped out of her cervix with another good tug and a thick pop when he had to pull the tip of his member back out, and when the pressure and heat on his shaft lessened, he realized that her womb had sealed back up with all of his cum still inside her.

"Oh, fuck..." he mumbled and nearly pulled back out when Hestia's own body went rigid. Her breathing stopped as he dragged back out across every fold he could, and then he smiled when she started groaning and crying out from above him. Another powerful tremble took control shaking through her thick legs as John pulled all the way back to her entrance and then, just for good measure, drove himself into her again. The final thrust tipped the goddess over the edge. With a little pitch, the small woman collapsed onto John's chest shaking and squealing, clawing and grasping at her own thighs like she had lost control over them while her eyes rolled back into her head.

The orgasm was cleaner and shorter than the ones he was used to giving by that point, but in the end, John still gave himself a pat on the back. Surely giving a god an orgasm couldn't have been an easy thing. Her toes slowly clenched and unclenched repeatedly as she came down from her high, and eventually, she got enough strength to roll off the gamer. A happy purr of a moan escaped the goddess as she casually crawled up the length of the bed, letting her cum-covered ass sway as she moved... and then she looked back at John.

With a quick swipe, she grabbed the nearest pillow and held it close. She didn't waste any time, her eyes were still locked onto him and still filled with an extraordinary amount of desire. She grinned insatiably, and then with both hands, she reached back and spread her sticky round butt to John and exposed the hole he had just used to him. A few thick lumps of cum rolled off her ass as John stared at her little stretched pussy. Her eyes were still lidded and hazy, but she looked like the goddess he had been claiming and collaring in his vision.

"I told you I'd let you do that," she giggled and then bit down on the pillow she had grabbed. Her voice became muffled after that, so he wasn't sure what it was she said next, but he felt certain that it had something to do with either claiming her or pulling on her hair... or both.