Soon, they arrive in a room.

Hestia's clothes clung to her curves, her full boobs straining against the fabric, her hips a tempting silhouette in the dim light.

"Mommy," Orsted purred, his voice low with a teasing edge as he leaned in.

"Your body's dripping for your naughty boy, isn't it?"

Hestia's eyes snapped open, her cheeks flushing again at the roleplay.

"O-Orsted… y-you… nnh!" Her words melted into a gasp as his hand slid under her dress, finding her panties already drenched.

Her pussy trembled under his touch. "B-Bad boy… hah… teasing your mommy like that…!"

"Bad boy, huh?" Orsted chuckled, his dick throbbing in his pants as he slipped his fingers beneath her panties, stroking her slick folds.

Her vagina was a wet as he teased her clit with slow, torturous circles, making her hips buck.

"Mommy's pussy is so wet for me," he whispered.

"Nnh…! O-Orsted… hah… y-you're… a-ahh!" Hestia broke out a high pitched moan, her body trembling as he worked her clit, her love juices coating his fingers too.

She clutched the sheets, her boobs heaving as she writhed.

"Haa…! Bad boy… nnh… don't tease Mommy…!"

Orsted leaned down, capturing her lips in a lewd kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth, swallowing her needy cries.

Her taste was sweet, addictive, and he groaned as he pushed her dress up, exposing her perky boobs and hard nipples glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"Mommy's boobs are so perfect," he murmured, cupping one and pinching her nipple, drawing a sharp.

"A-Ahh!"

Hestia's hands fumbled with his shirt, desperate to feel his skin, but her eyes caught the sharp tips of his ears.

'My elven lover.'

She giggled and leaned up, her lips closing around one pointed ear, sucking hard.

Her tongue flicked over the sensitive tip, and Orsted's body twitched slightly.

"Fuck, Mommy!"

His dick straining as pleasure shot through him.

His hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoed as her wet pussy clenched around his fingers.

"You're gonna pay for that," he teased, spanking her again, her ass jiggling and turning red as she yelped.

"A-AHH! Orsted… hah…! Mommy's sorry… nnh!"

"Sorry's not enough," he smiled, pulling his fingers from her dripping vagina and licking her juices off with a hungry smirk.

"Turn over, Mommy. Show your boy that gorgeous ass." Hestia whimpered, her body trembling as she scrambled onto her hands and knees.

Her dress bunched around her waist, her soaked pussy and red ass exposed.

Orsted shed his clothes showing his thick dick standing proud, slick with precum.

Hestia glanced back, her eyes wide at the sight of his cock, the memory of their first time, painful yet euphoric flooding her mind.

"O-Orsted… nnh… Mommy needs you… hah… please…!"

"You want your boy's dick in that wet pussy?" Orsted asked, gripping her hips and rubbing his cock against her slick entrance.

"Tell me, Mommy. Beg for it."

"I… nnh… I want my boy's dick… a-ahh… fuck Mommy's pussy, please!" Hestia's voice was a desperate breathy plea.

"Haa…! Nnh…!"

Orsted groaned, pushing inside, his cock stretching her tight walls.

Hestia screamed, her hands clawing the sheets as he filled her.

"A-AHH! ORSTED…! HAH…! S-SO BIG…!" Her pussy gripped him like a vice, her juices dripping down her thighs as he thrust deep.

He moved slowly at first, savoring her wetness, his hands kneading her ass as her boobs bounced wildly beneath her.

"Nnh…! Haa…! Orsted…!"

He leaned forward, sucking her ear as she had his, and her body shuddered.

"H-Haa…! Bad boy… nnh… Mommy's… a-ahh…!"

"You love it, Mommy," Orsted smiled, his hips slamming harder, fucking her with relentless force.

The wet slaps of their bodies mingled with her screams.

He spanked her again causing another loud cry.

"A-AHH! ORSTED…! HAH…! I-IT'S TOO DEEP…!"

He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it furiously as her juices soaked his hand.

"Cum for your boy, Mommy," his voice rough as he pounded her, his cock hitting her g spot.

Hestia's body arched, her screams peaking as her pussy convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

"A-AHHH! ORSTED! HAA…! MOMMY'S CUMMING…!"

The sight of her writhing, her pussy milking him, pushed Orsted over the edge.

With a groan, he thrust deep, spilling his hot cum inside her, filling her dripping vagina as she whimpered beneath him.

"Fuck… Mommy…"

Hestia collapsed onto the bed.

Hestia buried her face in his chest, her voice shy but warm.

"Nnh… you're such a bad boy… hah… but Mommy loves it…"

Her cheeks burned, her body still trembling from their intense 'gameplay.'

Hestia closed her eyes and murmured, "Orsted, I'm so tired. Don't disturb my rest."

Hearing this, Orsted fell silent for a moment before smiling gently. "Sleep well, then."

He continued to stroke Hestia's hair tenderly and whispered, "Rest now."

Hestia didn't respond again. Soon, her even breathing reached Orsted's ears.

Orsted kept caressing her head, but his thoughts shifted to the system.

'Sign in!'

When Orsted and Hestia had shared their 'gameplay', the system had triggered a sign-in.

At the time, Orsted hadn't paid it much attention. Now, he had the chance to explore it.

[Sign-in successful. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Magic Elf!]

[Magic Elf: A contracted elf that can inherit all of the host's magic-related abilities and act under the host's command.]

Reading the reward's description, Orsted's eyes narrowed slightly as he processed the information.

Soon, he understood the Magic Elf's purpose. Summoned from the world of demon seed manual, it was a light-based entity, only a few dozen centimeters tall, able to wield Orsted's abilities on his behalf.

With this realization, Orsted grasped its potential.

It could utilize his Mystery, Mage, and Mixing development abilities to create magic items, grimoires, and potions.

However, forging magic swords or weapons was different.

While magic swords required the Blacksmith development ability, they also demanded physical forging, hammering the blade to carry the magic.

Magic Elf lacked the strength for such tasks.

But, this freed Orsted from crafting magic items, grimoires, and potions.

With sufficient materials, it could work tirelessly, unaffected by mana limitations.

It was the perfect assistant.

Reflecting on how much time he'd spent crafting magic items and grimoires, leaving little free time, Orsted felt relief.

Now liberated, he couldn't help but smile.

Gazing at Hestia's sweet, sleeping face, Orsted leaned down and gently kissed her soft lips. "Hestia, you truly are my lucky star."

The next morning, in the kitchen of their home, Hestia stood dressed as a cook, spatula in hand, one hand on her hip. She swayed side to side, humming a cheerful tune.

"Hestia, when did you learn to cook?" Orsted asked, sitting at the dining table, one hand propping up his chin as he watched her curiously.

"I got bored over the past two weeks, so I bought a cookbook and started learning," Hestia replied. "Don't underestimate me! It's easy if you put your mind to it. I'm quite good at cooking now, and I'll definitely surprise you."

She turned around, a bright smile lighting up her face.

"Is that so?" Orsted said, mildly surprised.

"Yes! When you head to the dungeon, I'll prepare plenty of lunch boxes and store them in your Hestia Ring. You can eat whenever you're hungry," Hestia said happily before returning to her cooking.

Orsted nodded slightly. "Thank you, Hestia."

"No need for thanks between us," she replied warmly.

Soon, Hestia finished preparing breakfast, a plate of fried noodles packed with ingredients.

The dish was vibrant and aromatic, instantly whetting the appetite. Though Orsted privately wondered if fried noodles were suitable for breakfast, he kept the thought to himself.

Under Hestia's expectant gaze, he picked up a fork, twirled a portion of the noodles, and took a bite. His eyes lit up. Hestia's cooking was genuinely impressive even better than his own.

Could it be because Hestia is the goddess of the hearth?

Did that make her a natural at cooking? No, that couldn't be it.

She'd worked at a Jagamarukun stall before and earned many nicknames for her poor skills.

Pushing the thought aside, Orsted ate quietly. After the previous night's exertions, his stomach was empty, and he was ravenous.

"Delicious, right? Hehe!" Hestia said, beaming at his expression.

"Mm, very good," Orsted replied without looking up, continuing to eat.

Soon, he finished the entire plate. Hestia was about to speak when a crisp doorbell chime interrupted them.

"Who could that be?" Hestia wondered aloud, standing up to check.

Orsted, equally curious, followed her. In the courtyard, they spotted a familiar god at the gate, his face etched with urgency.

"Takemikazuchi, what brings you here?" Hestia asked, surprised.

"Hestia, I need your help!" he pleaded.

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