The Hearth is claimed

"Master!"

John greeted with a delighted squeal right after he walked pass the front door.

Juniper, the formerly shy and passive dryad, now bounced with unbridled joy as her master came home.

Not to mention, she was wearing a short maid outfit that left much part of her body revealed for free eye-candy.

She reminded John of a well-trained golden retriever. Althought it wasn't his favorite, it was not a bad mindset for a pet.

"Yes, good to see you too."

John gave Juniper a complimentary squeeze on her tits, making her shudder and moan.

As entertaining it would be to spend the night toying with Juniper, his current goal wasn't that nymph.

In the middle of the hallway, however, a tempting road block appeared in John's path.

"♪~ ♫~"

A pair of huge asses swayed from left to right, as another two maids hummed to each other while mopping the floor.

John couldn't resist his urges, not that he had to, and gave both asses a strong slap over their mighty cheeks.

"Ah~♡!"

"Ooh~♡!"

The pair of asses let out a sultry moan and turned around.

Rachel and her mother Julia, grinned when they turned around to see the culprit.

"Welcome back, Master~ You couldn't resist our ass, could you?"

Rachel asked first, hypnotically waggling her ass with a confident grin.

"Mmm...you can smack our naughty butts how much you want while doing other things..."

Julia added, spreading her dripping pussy between her fingers to emphasize her point.

John's cock strained to get out of the pants restraining it.

However, John exerted his self-restraint for the first time.

There were pleanty of times to enjoy these willing cumsluts.

He walked pass the ginger mother and daughter, much to their disappointment.

Eventually, John arrived at his bedroom, which was located at the very top of the mansion.

"...welcome, master..."

When he opened the door, he was greated by a small, defeated voice of a broken goddess.

Hestia wearily looked up from the master bed.

Her hands clenched on the pillow, knowing the moment she had been dreading all day was upon her...and she couldn't do anything about it.

"I-I have been warming up the bed...just as you have commanded..."

John, on the other hand, was grinning ear to ear and trembled with excitment.

"Very good, ****. I have a reward for you. Sit up."

Hestia figited under the blanket. If she sat up, that would reveal her enlarged tits to her master.

Sure, that had already happened, followed by much more humiliating experiences, but Hestia was far from mentally prepared to be a sex ****.

Nonetheless, the goddess shifted onto her knees, only because she knew how more ruthless John could become if she ever made him even slightly irritated.

Once the goddess was up, John snapped his fingers.

"Ah...!"

Hestia gasped as she felt something fasten around her neck.

She didn't dare to move on her own, instead looking up at her master with scared eyes, hoping he'd provide an explanation.

"It's a regular collar, nothing fancy. Just something to symbolize your ownership."

"Ah...I see..."

Hestia ran her fingers over the leash.

She could feel the slightest tugs around her neck whenever the reins were pulled.

"Now, what do you say when someone gives you a gift?"

"...Th-thank you, my master..."

Hestia bowed, thanking her master for the "generous" gift.

With a satisfied smirk, John waved his hand.

His clothes vanished into thin air, and Hestia spun around in her spot as well, facing her back to her master.

The virgin goddess shivered as a hand roughly pushed her down so her stomach was pressed on the bed.

She felt the massive cock tap over her exposed buttcheeks. The memory of it ravaging her throat a couple of hours before made Hestia shudder.

"Oooh..."

Hestia moaned as the huge cock slipped inside her.

She tried to keep the moans to a minimum, still too shamed of the depraved act she was taking part in.

At first, that seemed achievable—surprisingly.

John didn't take her roughly like Hestia had suspected.

He took it slow, gently prying apart the godly vagina like peeling a slice of cheese.

"Mmm..."

Hestia chewed on her lower lip, feeling the throbbing stake squeeze into her most private area.

Soon, the goddess felt the glans press against the cervix.

"Ahh..."

The unique sensation made Hestia jump, which made the cock push upwards inside her and press into her G-spot.

"~~~!?!?"

John chuckled as Hestia tried to curl up like a hedgehog, alarmed by the sudden wave of pleasure that shot up her spine.

He leaned over her trembling back and whispered.

"I'm going to make you adapt to my cock, bed-slut. When I'm done with you, that'll be the one and only thing left in your mind."

"N-noo...."

Hestia murmured, followed by a gasp when John gently thrust his hips.

Again, John took it slow.

He was serious about making Hestia adapt to his cock, and simply tearing up her insides won't do the trick.

He only moved once every few seconds, a few inches at a time, which left the majority of his massive erection inside Hestia.

"Hmngh...gnnn..."

The goddess tried to keep her mind sharp.

But with each thrust from behind sent a bolt of lightning into her head, clouding her wits and damping it in a haze of lust.

"Haaah...haaah..."

In less than half an hour, the goddess of the Hearth was breathing heavily, a trace of a lewd smile over her lips.

John noticed the subtle, yet huge change.

It was time to change tactics, so he grabbed the giant bubble butt of the goddess and hitched up her hips.

Hestia moaned as the shift in position pressed her g-spot again.

John grabbed a handful of Hestia's hair and yanked her head back.

"Now I'm going to fuck you hard, goddess. Just as you'd anticipated all day.

But here's the catch; I'll deablize you from climaxing until I cum.

If you want to climax, you'll have to admit defeat. Devote every last bit of you to me.

On the other hand, if you manage to hold on until I cum, then I'll let you go, free of charge."

Hestia perked up.

"You will...let me go?"

She asked in disbelief.

"I swear upon the River Styx to be fair."

John replied, followed by a distant boom of thunder.

In truth, the oath meant nothing to John.

Whatever the Fates or the goddess Styx could dish out as punishment, he could simply overrule them with his power of Chaos.

Still, he planned to stay true to his words, because for one, simply forcing everyone to his knees could get boring fast.

And secondly, unlike Hestia, he already knew how this would end.

"I-I'll do it...!"

Hestia said eagerly.

With a smirk, John traced his finger over Hestia's forehead, blocking her ability to experience climaxes no matter how close she was.

The goddess realized her poor choice as soon as the real game began.

"O-oooOH Fuck—"

Hestia cursed in the first time in millennia as John nailed her from behind at a brisk pace.

Plap Plap Plap Plap!

John slammed onto her hips with such **** that the bed creaked and groaned.

The giant erection shoved itself deeper than Hestia could have ever expected, even going as far as to invading her baby's room.

"Gah, haah, fhuuucck...!"

Hestia shuddered violently. She tried to squirm away out of instinct, but John grabbed her massive bubbly cheeks to stop her.

"Going somewhere?"

"N-noooo—nooo~!"

He couldn't tell whether Hestia was denying his accusation or simply wanting the harsh sex to stop.

Either way he wasn't planning to, so it didn't really matter.

"You cock hungry slut of a goddess...get over here!"

John forcefully dragged Hestia back a few more inches.

Ignoring the goddess's squeak of surprise, he raised one hand high, then—

Smack!

"OoooOOH!!"

Hestia shuddered violently once more.

The left side of her buttocks burned; what had just happened?

'Am...Was I just spanked?'

Before she could wrap her head around the revelation, a cackle came from behind.

John felt Hestia's vagina tighten around his cock with the spank.

"You liked that, huh? Well, here's the full course!"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Hestia opened her mouth to say something, but all that ended up coming out was loud, sultry moans and howls.

Her head went blank, totally overwhelmed by the insane situation she found herself in.

She used to be the unofficial "Oldest Olympian", the elder sister of the first six gods and the peacekeeper of every household in existence.

Yet here she was now, naked on a bed, crying out like a street whore as a man brutally beat her with his hands and cock.

'I...This...no...!'

Everything was wrong.

This was all against her nature. What she represented. What she was.

So why did it feel so damn GOOD?

"I want to cum...I want to cum..."

Hestia gasped between heavy breaths.

How long had she been chanting that?

The goddess had no idea, but as soon as she took notice of her words, she also felt a burning passion supressed in her lower abdomen, begging for release.

"Please...Please, Master...I want to cum...please, let me cum...!"

John didn't answer. Even the spankings had stopped, as if he knew.

But of course he did.

Because John Doe knew everything.

Hestia whined like a child that was denied of free candies.

The former virgin goddess desperately ground her ass into the thrusts of her master, hoping to get the release she craved for.

To his **** whore, John slowly lowered his body and whispered a single word i her ear.

"Yield."

Hestia hiccuped.

Then, she took a deep breath.

"I yield!"

The goddes shouted at the top of her lungs, so loudly that the maids outside heard her voice as well.

"I yield every ounce of my essence to you, my master! I am forever your sex ****, free for you to toy with at all time, all places!"

Thunder boomed from far away, sealing Hestia's announcement of defeat as official.

Again, an approval John didn't need in the slgihtest, but he appreciated the seal nonetheless.

With another snap, John undid the inhibitor cast on Hestia.

"OOOOOHHHH YEEESSSHHHH!!!"

Hestia howled the loudest she had ever howled, her pussy squirting all over John's cock and even spraying out behind.

In the euphoric bliss, the goddess barely realized her master speeding up on his fuckings.

Soon enough, John felt his limit was close and dumped his load straight into the divine womb.

"Ooooh...yes...fill me up, master..."

Hestia moaned.

She could feel multiple ropes of cum getting injected directly into her uterus, and was determined to not let them go to waste.

It filled her with a different sense of pleasure, knowing that she now fully belonged to someone else in both mind and body—to a man much grander and potent than anyone else she had known.

"John Doe...my master...mmm..."

Hestia kept mumbling as John pulled out his cock. Few drops of cum dripped from her pussy with the innards being at full capacity.

But then, John snapped his fingers and made all of his cum dissappear.

Hestia sat up, noticing the sudden lack of sloshing sounds in her stomach.

"Master?"

She asked, puzzled.

Didn't he want to claim her wholly?

Since the ancient times, that process usually ended when the man impregnated the woman.

John, on the other hand, got on the bed and pointed at his clean, rigid cock.

"We have the whole night ahead, I'll give you a cum-bath in the future if you want.

Tonight, I'm going to enjoy every last part of you fresh until the very last moment."

Hestia beamed, relieved.

"Yes, master!"

She eagerly climbed over John's erection and straddled on his crotch.

She was about to push down her pussy when John clucked his tongue in a disapproving manner.

"What did I just say? I said every last part of you, Hestia."

"I'm not...oh, Oh!"

Realizing her mistake, Hesita scooted an inch or so up and slowly lowered hips until the glans touched on her rose bud.

"I-Is this...to your...likings, master...?"

The goddess asked between burdened breathtakes.

She was a virgin for thousands of years, untouched by any man in any way, and now she was taking in a cock up her anus right after her first sex.

"Gods...your cock is so thick..."

Hestia struggled to push deeper onto the cock.

Eventually, John reached out a hand to help the goddess to impale herself on his erection.

He had to admit, Hestia's asshole was incredibly tight, just like her pussy had been.

If every virgin goddesses were like this, he was eager to get his hands on Athena and Artemis.

'Maybe I should move them up in my list...'

John thought to himself as Hestia pulled back out in a similarly slow pace, whimpering and gasping from the unique feeling.

Plap, plap, plap!

"Haah, haah...Fuck, fuck yeah...my ass feels so wide and open..."

Surprisingly, Hestia adapted far quicker with anal than she did with her pussy.

In less than 10 minutes, the Hearth goddess was bouncing up and down prominently on John's cock.

John grunted as the sphincters contracted around his cock, squeezing it tightly as if they were sentient and hungry for more cum.

As he curled up his toes in an effort to hold back as much as he could, he was greeted by the marvelous sight of Hestia's gigantic-sized tits bouncing hither and dither, sending specs of sweat flying about everywhere.

Once a while, he reached out and groped the plant-sized globes, which made the goddess moan and smile down at her master.

"Squeeze my tits however you want, Master...they are all yours~"

To his surprise, John found himself steadily liking the Hearth goddesses more and more.

"I'm going to cum!"

"Yes! Cum straight in me, my lord!"

Both Hestia and John climaxed at the same time.

Cum exploded from Hestia's ass as the goddess moaned, thrilled by discovering yet another way to achieve orgasm.

The goddess rolled over on the bed, exhausted and panting.

John was also feeling quite fatigued after a full day of sex.

He usually didn't push himself like this—maybe enjoy a girl or two, **** Annabeth for some hours and that was it.

But his cock was still strong.

John turned around and saw that Hestia was staring at his erection as well.

Oh well, stamina was never a problem to immortals, anyway.

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"Aahhh! Haaah! Mmwph!"

Plap plap plap plap plap!

A few hours later, the bedroom was filled with feminine moans, masculine grunts and sounds of wet flesh slapping into each other.

Hestia and John was in a tight huddle.

Their hips briskly bounced against each other, making the rapid slapping noises while most of their other body parts sustained the position.

The only exception was their lips, which were locked and hungry craved for each other.

"Mmm! Ahmmn! Hnmgg!"

Hestia's moans slipped out every now and then, adding extra bits between the rapid flesh slappings.

The goddess had long since lost herself in the ocean of peripheral pleasure, losing her previous status as the most pure Olympian.

All she could think about was her master—how his tongue ravaged inside her mouth, how his strong arms pinned her down, and most importantly, how his cock rammed her pussy like a jackhammer.

Then, John pulled back and broke the kiss.

"Ah..."

A moan of disappointment escaped Hestia's lips, but John ignored her and climbed on top with his cock angled down.

Hestia choked as the massive cock entered her once again.

This time, her master didn't pull any punches.

He went full **** from the beginning, which meant the worn out Hestia could barely take a breath, much less moan or scream.

All she managed was a series of non-ending whimpers and gasps as John leaned over her, pulverizing her vagina into the shape of his cock.

"Aaah! Haah! Ahhaaa!"

Hestia couldn't tell which of them were making noise—probably her, but it was hard for her to tell when her nerves feeling like they were on fire.

All of her nerves seemed to burst into flame, overwhelmed by the amount of libido she was receiving and generating at the same time.

If she could ever change her domain, she would've definitely went for the goddess of sex right now.

Still, she could sense the 'heat'.

Heat emitting from her master's body, the raging visceral energy to impregnate the female beneath her.

To breed her.

The idea sent a jolt of depraved joy down Hestia's spine.

It finally let her moan in such a debauched, lustful way that nobody who heard it would believe the goddess Hestia would ever make such a sound.

Nontheless, it was the Hearth goddess who wrapped her arms around John's neck and pulled him close.

And, for a change of pace, she whispered into her master's ear.

"Breed me."

And that finally pushed John over the edge.

With a feral, almost beastly roar, John slammed down one last time.

He buried his cock into the deepest point of Hestia's womb and let loose his biggest load yet.

"Oh, yes! YES!"

Hestia howled as well, trembling uncontrollably as she felt a torrent of virile manseed pour into her pussy.

And this time, they were going to stay.

In seconds, her womb was filled to the brim, followed by her vagina and then the cum seeped out of the puffy pink slits.

After minutes of holding in place and shooting the last drop of cum into the goddess's pussy, John pulled out.

His cum poured out like an uncorked champagne, trickling over her pucking asshole and soaking the bedsheet beneath her hips.

Finally tapped out of energy for good, John took a seat next to Hestia's head.

"Oooohh....g-gk-ghoo-glgrr..."

Unlike him, the goddess seemd to barely grasp her consciousness.

Her lips spewed nonsense, gurgling her own saliva while her pussy was spewing out more cum.

And yet, even in her half-conscious state, the Hearth goddess licked the dirty cock over her head and sucked on the leaking cum at the tip.

John chuckled.

He traced his fingers over her stupefied face, gathering her sweaty hair.

Then, when his cock was rather clean, he rolled on the bed next to the goddess.

He was tired, and tomorrow was a new day waiting to happen.

Before he drifted into a dream-less sleep, which was his prefered version of sleep, John heard a faint voice from his side.

"Th-thank you, for blessing me with your seed...Master...good night."