Orsted's lips parted in surprise as Demeter's kiss caught him off guard.

Her breath was warm and her hands trembled as they clutched his shirt.

She pulled back, cheeks flushed a deep pink, her eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and need.

"O-Orsted… I'm sorry, I just… I couldn't help it," Demeter stammered.

Her boobs, barely contained by her dress, pressed against his chest as she leaned closer.

"I've… read about this in those books in the heavens… a-and even here."

"I-I've always wondered… what it feels like."

Orsted's eyes narrowed.

"Reading those naughty books and dreaming about me?" His voice was low as he stepped closer, his hand grazing her waist.

Her body tensed, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Y-yes… I-I mean, no! I mean…" She bit her lip, her face burning red.

"I've never… but I want you, Orsted. So badly… please, show me… I-I want to feel it all."

Her voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes pleading as she pressed herself closer, her boobs squishing against him.

Orsted's hands slid to her hips, gripping firmly as he pulled her flush against him.

"You sure, Demeter? Once we start, I won't hold back." He sighed.

Demeter nodded.

"I-I'm sure… I want you to… to take me, Orsted. Make me feel… safer."

Her voice was a shy plea, but her eyes burned with curiosity.

He didn't waste another second.

His hands tugged at the straps of her dress, pulling them down to reveal her full, round boobs.

"Ohh… Orsted…" she gasped, her hands flying to cover herself, but he caught her wrists, pinning them gently above her head.

"Don't hide these," his lips brushing her ear.

"They're perfect." He cupped one breast and squeezed softly, his thumb circling her nipple.

Demeter's body arched, "A-ahh! Orsted…! It's… so sensitive…!"

"You like that, huh?" he teased, rolling her nipple between his fingers, earning another moan.

"Nnh… y-yes…! It feels… so good…" she whimpered, her voice trembling with shy excitement.

Her thighs pressed together, her body squirming as she tried to process the new sensations.

Orsted released her wrists, letting her hands fall to his chest, where she fumbled with his shirt, tugging it off clumsily.

"I-I want to see you too…" she mumbled, her fingers tracing his muscles.

"You're… so natural… I like natural things…" Her voice was breathy, her eyes wide as she explored him.

Orsted chuckled, guiding her hand lower, over his abs, to the bulge in his pants.

"Feel this, Demeter. This is what you're doing to me." Her fingers brushed his dick through the fabric, and she gasped.

"O-oh…! It's… so hard…!" Demeter stroked him shyly.

"I… I want to touch it…"

"Go ahead," Orsted replied.

She fumbled with his belt, her hands shaking as she freed his thick, throbbing dick.

Her eyes widened, a mix of awe and nervousness.

"It's… so big…! W-will it… fit?" she whispered, her fingers wrapping around him, stroking slowly.

"I-I read about this… but it's… different…"

Orsted groaned, her soft, hesitant touch driving him wild.

"Keep going, Demeter. You're doing great." He pushed her dress down further, letting it slipped at her feet, revealing her smooth, curvy body.

Her vagina glistened with arousal, and he couldn't resist sliding a hand between her thighs.

"A-ahh! Orsted…!" she cried, her body jolting at the touch.

"T-that's…! Ohh… it's too much…!" Her voice was a mix of shyness and desperation, her hips bucking against his hand as he teased her clit.

"P-please… keep touching me… I-I want more…!"

"You're so wet already," he murmured, slipping a finger inside her vagina.

Demeter gasped, her walls clenching around him.

"O-ohh…! It's… inside me…!" she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders.

"M-more… Orsted, please… I need it…!"

He added another finger, stretching her gently, his thumb circling her clit.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, "Nnh! A-ahh…! It's so good…! I-I never knew…!"

Her body trembled, her boobs bouncing with each breath.

"Orsted… I-I'm feeling… something…!"

"That's it, let it happen," his fingers moving faster, curling inside her.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her mouth falling open as she came. "O-ohhh! Orsted…! I'm… peeing…!"

"That's... cumming."

She wailed, her thighs clamping around his hand.

He didn't give her time to recover, lifting her onto the table, spreading her legs wide.

"Ready for the real thing?"

"Y-yes… please, Orsted…! I want it… I want you inside me…!"

She begged.

He pushed in slowly, her tight heat enveloping him, inch by inch.

"A-ahh…! It's… so big…!" she gasped, her hands clutching the table, her body trembling.

"It hurts…O-Orsted.."

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"You're so tight," Orsted paused to let her adjust.

"Tell me how it feels, Demeter."

"I-it's… stretching me…!" she whimpered, her voice breaking into a moan.

"O-ohh…! Orsted…! It's so deep…! I-I love it…!" Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

He started moving, slow at first, then faster, each thrust drawing a louder moan from her.

"Ahn! Hah…! Orsted…! It's… amazing…!" she cried, her boobs bouncing with each thrust.

"M-more…! Harder…!"

"You're such a naughty goddess," he teased, gripping her hips as he pounded into her, the table creaking under them. The source of thɪs content is novel•fire.net

"Reading all those dirty stories… dreaming of this, huh?"

"Y-yes…! I-I dreamed of you…!" she admitted.

"A-ahh…! Your dick… it's so good…! I-I can't…!"

Her body arched, her second orgasm hitting hard.

"O-ohhh! I'm cumming again…! Orsted…!"

He didn't stop, thrusting through her climax, her moans spurring him on.

"Demeter… you're driving me crazy," he grunted, his hands sliding to her ass, squeezing her cheeks.

"I want more of you."

"T-then… take me…!" Demeter panted.

"I-I…!" her cheeks flushing as she pushed herself up, turning to bend over the table, her round ass in the air.

"L-like this…?"

Orsted twitched at the sight of her, her asshole winking at him.

"You sure about this?" he asked, his hands spreading her cheeks, his thumb brushing her tight hole.

"Y-yes…! I-I want to try it…!" she stammered, her voice trembling with nervous excitement.

"I read… it's intense… I want to feel you… there…"

He leaned down, his tongue teasing her asshole, earning a shocked, "A-ahh! Orsted…! T-that's… so dirty…!"

Her body shuddered, her moans growing louder as he licked and teased.

"Nnh…! It's… too much…! I-I love it…!"

"You're so needy," Orsted raised an eyebrow then standing, and aligning his dick with her asshole.

He pushed in slowly, her tight hole stretching around him, her moans a mix of pain and pleasure.

"O-ohh…! It's… so big…!" she whimpered, her hands gripping the table.

"B-but… I want it…! Keep going…!"

He moved slowly, letting her adjust, then picked up the pace.

"Ahn! Hah…! Orsted…! It's… so deep…!" she cried, her boobs pressed against the table.

"I-I'm… yours…!"

"Fuck, you're tight," Orsted groaned, his hands gripping her ass as he fucked her harder.

Her asshole clenching around him.

"Tell me how much you want it."

"I-I want it so bad…!"

"Your dick… it's filling me…! I-I can't get enough…!" Her body trembled, another orgasm building as he pounded into her, his fingers rubbing her clit.

"Cum for me again," Her moans turned into screams.

"O-ohhh! Orsted…! I'm… cumming…!" Her body shook, her hole tightening around him.

He cummed hard, filling her ass with his hot seed.

"Fuck… Demeter…!"

They collapsed against the table, panting, but Orsted wasn't done.

He pulled out and flipped her onto her back again, spreading her legs.

"More?" Orsted asked.

"Y-yes…! Orsted…! Don't stop…!"

"I-I want you… again…!"

...

It was late at night when Orsted returned to the Hearth Manor.

Hestia, unconcerned about Orsted's whereabouts, had gone to bed early.

Lili and the others hadn't returned yet, and it was unclear when they would.

This was normal, as they were on the lower floors, typically returning every three days.

Orsted's return coincided with their latest dungeon trip, so they likely wouldn't be back until tomorrow.

Gazing at Hestia's sweet, sleeping face with a twinge of guilt, Orsted paused before slipping into bed beside her.

Hestia, sensing his presence, instinctively reached out to hold him.

Startled, Orsted thought she was awake, but her mumbled sleeptalk and steady breathing reassured him she was fast asleep.

Relieved, Orsted checked the system, which had triggered another sign-in.

'Sign in.'

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

Orsted blinked.

He already had Excalibur Proto and Rhongomyniad, and now Arondight?

The system seemed obsessed with Type Moon stuffs.

Why not throw in a Type Moon beauty while it was at it?

Still, Arondight had an anti-dragon attribute, which could be useful.

The next morning, Hestia dragged Orsted out of bed early.

"Come on, we're going shopping," she said, pulling him from the Hearth Manor.

Having missed him for half a month, she was eager to make up for lost time.

Their first stop was North Street's snack stalls, revisiting memories from the Monster Feria.

Soon, Orsted's hands were full of snacks.

"It's been a while since I've had these," he thought, biting into a grilled squid while watching Hestia skip ahead happily.

"Hey, isn't that Hestia and Orsted?" a voice called out.

As expected, Orsted's dates never went smoothly.

"Why are you here, Hephaestus?" Hestia asked, her twin ponytails bristling as she pouted.

She'd finally gotten a date with Orsted, only to run into her best friend. She couldn't just shoo her away.

"Tsubaki's itching to dive back into the forge, so I dragged her out to relax," Hephaestus said with a smile, her eyes fixed on Orsted.

Hestia, watching this, curled her lip. Since learning Orsted made the ointment, Hephaestus had been eyeing her Orsted.

Though annoyed, Hestia held her tongue. Orsted was hers, and a few glances wouldn't change that. Besides, he was undeniably attractive, and she was proud of it.

More importantly, she didn't want to hinder Orsted's development abilities. They'd discussed how his rapid growth in charm and other skills might be tied to being liked by women. So, despite knowing her divine friend fancied Orsted, Hestia didn't interfere.

"Hey, Orsted, we meet again," Tsubaki said, sidling up and casually draping an arm around him. She plucked a snack from the pile in his hands and started eating.

Orsted froze. Hestia, opposite him, pointed at Tsubaki in disbelief.

"What's wrong, Goddess Hestia?" Tsubaki asked, confused.

Hephaestus looked puzzled too.

"You didn't notice you're eating something I already bit?" Hestia said, trembling.

"I noticed. Orsted bit it. It's fine, I don't mind," Tsubaki said nonchalantly.

"No, I bit those," Hestia corrected.

Orsted, glancing between them, had a sudden idea.

"Yeah, I haven't"

"Gah!" Tsubaki's face stiffened.

Hephaestus raised an eyebrow, sensing an opportunity. She turned to the stall owner. "Boss, some Jagamarukun, please."

"Here."

"That was fast."

"They're prefried."

"Thanks, that's a big help," Hephaestus said, taking a bite of the Jagamarukun and offering it to Orsted.

"Hey, Orsted, I can't finish this. Help me out."

"What?!" Hestia exploded. "Hephaestus, you're being that blatant?!"

"If you can't finish it, ask Tsubaki! Why my Orsted?!" Hestia teleported in front of Orsted, glaring at Hephaestus like a protective lioness.

"Well, Tsubaki won't eat it, see?" Hephaestus said with a smile, unfazed, pursing her lips. Hestia glanced at Tsubaki, who was gagging, trying to spit out the snack.

"That's not okay! Orsted only eats mine!" Hestia snapped.

"Don't be stingy. Didn't Orsted eat Lili and Tifa's leftovers at the last Monster Feria?" Hephaestus teased.

"How do you know that?!" Hestia demanded.

"I was shopping here too. Almost forgot until you mentioned it," Hephaestus replied.

"Why didn't you say hi?"

"You two looked like you were having fun. I didn't want to interrupt."

"Orsted, open your mouth!" Hephaestus urged, holding out the Jagamarukun.

"Hephaestus!" Hestia roared.

"They're at it again," Orsted muttered, taking a bite of the Jagamarukun and watching the chaos unfold.

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