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"Goddess? I'm here."

"Good, come in, come in. I'd just about woken up."

After the tentative knock, Hephaistos' voice urged the boy enter. Bell Cranel slowly opened the door to her forge, his eyes widening when he saw her current state.

"Um... Ah... Good morning, Goddess..." the young man greeted. His eyes were a gentle crimson, and his distinctive white hair was unkempt, as if he'd only just gotten out of bed.

Hephaistos was the same way; the Goddess's dark red hair hadn't been done up yet (not that she ever focused on that outside of important meetings with the other deities), and she was in a general state of undress. She wore only a white, long-sleeved shirt over her upper body, stained from the previous night's crafting project, her thigh-length leather work-boots, and her panties, which she made no intention of hiding. It left her long, slender legs pretty much exposed to the crisp morning air and Bell's wandering eyes.

Not that propriety was ever on the table whenever the two met like these on the early morning. Outside this little forge, she was a Goddess with her own familia, and he was an aspiring adventurer, representing his own goddess. Distant existences, only interacting with each other but briefly; and yet here, in this little world, they carried on in their secret way.

Hephaistos's sharp features broke into a small, fond smile as the adventurer stepped forward, loosening his normal everyday wear and placing it on a nearby chair. She hefted herself up on one of her tables, and watched him strip down while she placed her chin on her folded knees, her luscious thighs candidly exposing the thin fabric on her crotch.

When Bell was done, she smiled as he placed his hands on each boot and slowly drew her thighs apart, before he moved a little closer, melding his heat to hers. The silent exchange of their eyes didn't leave any room for interpretation, as the lad's gaze went straight to her panties.

The strange arrangement had come about when Bell Cranel had burst into her office one day for an impromptu talk. Apparently the young man had figured out that his Goddess had been working extra hard just to repay the debt on the dagger she'd commissioned from Hephaistos.

The lad had been understandably worried about Hestia, and had practically begged, on his knees (and wasn't that a familiar sight) for a chance to find a way to reduce the burden on Hestia, no matter the cost.

She'd pointed out that he should just help Hestia himself with the work, but then he'd cried that he didn't want to let her know that he knew. And thinking on it, Hephaistos did see that the other Goddess would have been very upset if she knew her own Familia had discovered the truth of the debt.

Seeing the lad acting so desperate, she had then sought to teach him something about patience by teasing him with a prank. She'd dragged him to her forge, where she'd loosened her clothes, and beckoned him close. She'd expected him to blush, or run away.

What she didn't expect was for him to actually come up and begin touching her all over, with such skill and technique that it took a long moment before she realized he was actually doing this. But by then she'd gotten "intrigued", and let him do his work.

Two hours later, she stared dully all around at their discarded pieces of clothing, at Bell Cranel, who wasn't exactly a boy anymore, nosiree; and then at her own wretched discharge steaming down her thighs and tainting her boots, mixed in with his potent fluids.

Damn the boy, and damn that old man, who surely must've been responsible for his inexplicable knowledge of carnal things.

She'd actually enjoyed those two hours.

And she wanted more.

Back to the present:

Bell began to kiss all over her neck, then fondled her body over the fabric of her shirt. Hephaistos sighed as he nuzzled between her breasts and took a deep breath of her scent, lightly tickling her neck.

He slowly circled his fingers all over the outside of her breasts, before descending down to glide his palms over her belly. Then he bared her shirt over her shoulders, and brought his head up to place a chaste kiss on her skin, before pulling her loose shirt down all the way until it became a lump of cloth around her navel. Her impressive breasts hung there exposed to him, the dark areolas hardening in the morning chill.

Bell cupped each of her breasts and brought his kisses down, his mouth engulfing one of the nipples, then the other. Hephaistos made a slight, appreciative sound at the back of her throat, as he kneaded her breasts while laying his spit over her nips, which grew erect and hard.

Then he slowly worked his way even further down, his mouth travelling down the length of her navel before he reached her panties. Nibbling on the strap, he teased the panty away, before easing it all the way down to her ankles, whereupon she kicked the fabric away.

Now Bell beheld her pussy. A small clump of flaming red hair sat above her pink, and slightly moist pussy lips. He planted his hot kisses all the way around that slit, but went no further than that, causing her to caress his hair impatiently. Then he pushed his face onto her sex and laid out her tongue on her slit. The tip made the slightest movements on her inner lips, travelling down, then up, past the clit, to her humble, red bush; then down again, and then repeat. Her thighs ground against the side of his head, her hips bucking, her booted legs raised above his shoulder, as her whole body squirmed.

"Hahhhh... you're in good form today..." she murmured, voice purring in her throat, as she bit her lips.

"Mm..." Bell said, agreeing.

This was their little morning ritual, and he was just so damned good at it. Most times she was too busy, and they never got to actual sex after, but she never missed this little compact of theirs, whenever she scheduled it. And Bell never failed to show up; never failed to please her sex, until she got completely addicted. It became her little routine, to expel the stresses from the previous day and prepare her for what would be sure to come.

Her wet, sopping sex was slick with her own juices and his spit. Now Bell twirled his tongue around the hood of her clit, making small sucking motions all over the tiny organ. Proud Hephaistos keened and whined, her hands gripping him practically by the roots of his hair as he continuously serviced him. He sucked, he lolled his tongue with even greater speed; each vigorously repeated motion sending electric shivers up her spine, as stars bloomed in her vision, bringing her closer and closer.

"Aggghhh! Haaaah!"

And with that wordless offering she reared her head back and screamed, as waves of pleasure crashed all over her. By then Bell had stuffed two of his fingers into her convulsing cunt, as if to ride and monitor the sheer, pleasurable orgasm that rocked her world, causing her limbs to slacken, her mind to lose all focus as her folds roiled and squeezed down on his fingers. Finally, her orgasm ceased, and she was left gasping, her remaining eye lidded and unfocused, as Bell diligently lapped up every last drop of her juices, making small jolts of pleasure shoot through her whenever he grazed her frazzled clit.

"Haaah... That was... good..."

"I'm glad I was able to satisfy you, Goddess."

Hephaistos sat there for a short while, her hands threading idly through Bell's white hair, as she basked in the glow of her peak. Her meaty thighs slackened their tight grip on his head. Then she gently pushed him back, and bid him rise.

"Don't get too cocky," she said, in a voice half-breathless. She spied his young springy meat, now painfully erect. She took hold of the glans, and guided it to her weeping crevasse.

"D-dear goddess, you want it today?"

"I want it now," she growled huskily, as she lifted her thighs wide apart by holding the back of her knees. She laid her booted heels on his shoulder, and pulled him down on her. "I want to feel your thick hardness inside me, Bell-kun. Now."

Coaxed so readily, Bell had no other objection, and sank his cock easily into her. Both of them shuddered and cried at the sudden contact as their bodies joined together; and Bell once again felt the most exquisite melding of pain and tight, wet pleasure as her inner folds choked on his throbbing member.

Being young and eager, it didn't take long for him to thrust in and out of Hephaistos' cunt with ever-building speed, as he lay against her body and pushed his hips into hers like the desperate rutting of a small bunny. He slathered the valley between her breasts, his hands tweaked at her nipples, and he held onto her hands like an anchor as his motions sped up.

"Oohhh, haaah, ohhh, goddesss..."

"Yes! Hm! Oooh! Haaah! There, Bell-kun! Theeeeerreeee...!"

Proud, gruff goddess had given way to a female writhing wantonly in the greatest pleasure, as a young mortal speared her love tunnel again and again; each thrust making wet, squishing sounds that echoed in the room, as the table they lay on rocked and creaked. Bell was insatiable, pouring everything into it, while Hephaistos coaxed and milked his proud erection; her throaty growls and whines were the equivalent of her last vestige of pride, of not giving in to outright screaming, like some slut.

They came explosively, and Bell shot out every last one of his potent seed into the goddess, and he groaned as she closed around him, accepting and swallowing his heat with every pulse of his cock. Hephaistos squeezed the boy's sweat-ridden back, as drool dribbled from the corner of her mouth. She licked her lips, drawing further pleasure from the feel of being seeded by such a virile young man.

She recalled that first time yet again. She'd stared at their handiwork, and wondered what sort of joke was being played on her expense. She sure wasn't like some of the other goddesses, who thought nothing of dalliances like this. Sure she'd only taken up Hestia's request to craft him that weapon, but it was because of Hestia's earnestness, and not particularly because of the boy himself.

She'd placed her hand on her eye-patch, feeling a slight headache coming along when she thought of that other goddess. Surely that one wouldn't take this lying down, if she knew. Out would come the name-calling, and maybe worse things...

Bell had then woken up, peering blearily around them.

"Hey wait a second," Bell said suddenly, standing up, and giving no thought to the fact that he was stark-naked in front of a goddess. "Does this mean I've finally scored with a girl?"

Hephaistos had then looked at the young man's eager, red eyes and sighed. She'd bopped him lightly on the head.

"This and that are completely different things," she'd said. "What we did, young Bell... that was just casual. I don't think it needs to be said that you won't babble about this to your goddess, you hear?"

"Y-yeah... Anything to help Goddess with the debt."

"And that reminds me," she further said, placing a finger under his chin. A certain, chilly, pleasurable flutter played in her chest when she leaned in and whispered, "This much is far from repaying the full thing. It'll need more. A whole lot more. Of this." She felt so fiendish delighted, having this kind of secret. It made her pussy twitch then, and so it did even now.

She said then, as she said at this very moment, panting under him as they spooned together on the table.

"So are you free tomorrow?" And the boy's manhood stirred in response.

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