(Riven POV – Church Basement Room)
I lower myself and claim her lips, sealing them shut. My tongue pushes past her lips, finding hers and after a short hesitation, she reciprocates shyly and uncertainly. Her eyes flutter shut, surrendering to the sensation, while a deep, possessive flame spreads through my chest. Every part of her—her embarrassment, her shy affection, and even her soft sigh she tries to swallow—all of it is utterly adorable.
My hand begins to move, sliding up the curve of her waist, trailing over her ribs until I cup her breast through the thin fabric of her dress.
I give her a gentle squeeze, and feel her soft, elastic skin yield at the slightest pressure. Her breath hitches into my mouth, and I begin to knead it in slow, rhythmically caresses. And almost instantly, her nipples harden and press against her dress. I grin against her lips and deliberately roll her erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
"Nmh—!" A high-pitched, desperate squeal escapes despite our kiss. The moment I pull back just enough for her to speak, she gasps for air. Her eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, glare up at me. "D-Don't do that." she stammers, her hands flying up to press defensively against her chest to protect her sensitive buds.
"Why?" I tilt my head. I let my gaze drop pointedly to where her hands are clenched over her breasts before meeting her eyes again. She immediately looks away, her cheeks burning a brighter shade of crimson. "It's supposed to feel good, Hestia."
My own experience might only be theoretical, but the shiver that just ran through her body is all the proof I need.
"It… it feels weird." She whispers, refusing to meet my stare.
A slow, predatory grin spreads across my face. "Weird, huh?" I lean in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "If it doesn't hurt… then I've got no reason to stop, do I?"
Her eyes widen in dawning horror as I shift my weight to my knees. I then smoothly capture both her wrists in one of my hands, lift them, pinning them firmly above her head against mattress in an effortless display of control.
"Wh—What are you doing?!" She squeaks in panicked. I can feel her pulse hammering against my thumb as her eyes dart around the dimly lit room, seeking a non-existent escape.
"I'm stopping you from getting in your own way." I muse, my free hand returning to the front of her dress. My fingers work with practiced ease, tugging at the simple blue ribbons that hold her gown together.
"And right now…" I add, my voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're not a Goddess. You're just Hestia. My Hestia. I'll stop if you tell me to. But until you do… I'm going to do whatever I want."
"That's… that's not fair." She grumbles, but her protest are weak, and her glare lacks conviction.
'As I expected.' I chuckle internally. 'She'll use every word to complain except the one that will actually make me stop. She liked this.' I note with satisfaction as I feel her thighs squeeze reflexively around my leg.
"I'm taking this off." I declare, my voice leaving no room for argument, as the last ribbon comes undone. I hook my fingers into the neckline of her dress and pull. The fabric flows off her skin without resistance as I peel it down.
The sight takes my breath away. Her breasts spill free, defying gravity with their perfect, supple shape. They jiggle from every tiny movement in a hypnotic dance of pale flesh. Her nipples, now fully exposed to the cool air, are taut and flushed, almost throbbing with anticipation.
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry.
"Y-You wouldn't dare." She breathes, her stare a mix of defiance and naked vulnerability.
'Is she trying to provoke me into doing more?' I muse. 'Regardless… I accept!'
"Who's going to stop me?" I ask in a low, teasing tone. "You?"
I release her wrists, my hand spurred into action as my fingers trace a path along her collarbone, and down the slope of her breast.
She holds her breath, body tensing in anticipation. I circle the areola, avoiding the sensitive peak, watching as she bites down on her lower lip, her whole body focused on that single point of contact. Then, finally, my thumb brushes over her nipple.
"Nghnnn…" A choked, strangled moan escapes her lips before she can stop it.
Her eyes flash with a mixture of embarrassment and stubborn determination. She glares at me, as if accepting a silent challenge. She won't moan. She'll hold back every sound in defiance of me. The thought sends a sadistic thrill through me.
'Good. I love a challenge.'
I lean down, my breath ghosting over the hardened bud. "Let's see how long you can last." I whisper, and then I close my mouth around her nipple, sucking gently.
"You're too old for that!" Hestia protests, her voice a breathy whimper as her body shivers. She presses a hand over her mouth, trapping any sounds trying to escape.
"A guy's never too old not to suck on boobs." I state seriously. I seal my lips around her nipple, my tongue flicking the sensitive bud as my fingers continue their teasing assault on its twin. I suck gently, then a little harder, grazing it lightly with my teeth before switching my attention to the other side. I repeat the process in a relentless rhythm designed to wear down her defenses.
Her quiet, suppressed moans begin to falter, growing louder, more desperate. Finally, a sound breaks free from her restraints.
"Aaaah~!" She arches her back slightly, the moan tearing from her throat. "Y-you win… please… don't suck on them so much…" She pleads, her voice laced with a desperate need that contradicts her words. Her gaze is watery, pitiful, and utterly captivating.
I give each nipple one last, slow lick, earning a final shudder from her, before pulling back. She collapses on bed, panting heavily, her eyes closed in blissful relief…
She thinks it's over.
'Too bad…' I muse, a sadistic thrill forming within me. 'I only want to bully her more.'
My hands find her thighs, sliding slowly upward, and her eyes snap open, wide with alarm. "Aren't we done?!"
"When did I say that?" I ask.
"But I said you win!" She protests, her voice rising in panic.
"And I intend to claim my spoils." I chuckle as my hands glide higher, cupping the firm curve of her ass and giving it a possessive squeeze, before gathering the fabric of her dress, pulling it up, and bunching it at her waist.
She can only stare in shocked disbelief as my fingers dip beneath the elastic band of her simple, white cotton panties. And as I prepare to pull them down—
"S-STOP!" She yells, her hands shooting down to clamp over mine, holding her panties in place.
I freeze. 'Did I go too far?' I stop, looking at her in confusion.
Her face and neck are a deep, cherry red. She avoids my gaze, her lips trembling. But instead of telling me to get off, she whispers something so soft I almost miss it.
"I… I also want to…"
"What was that?" I ask, a wave of relief washing over me. She doesn't want to stop.
She purses her lips, her eyes squeezed shut, and forces the words out in a rush. "I also want to… to… TO MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD!" She yells, panting for breath afterward.
I stare, genuinely shocked. "Oh… you want to make me feel good?" I repeat, feeling a wave of embarrassment creep up my own neck.
Hestia's eyes narrow, her earlier shyness evaporating in an instant, replaced by sharp suspicion. "Why are you acting weird?" She asks, sitting up. Her breasts and springy ass, still encased in her panties, are on full display.
The sight is, unfortunately, deeply arousing, my body having long betrayed me as the evidence bulges against my pants.
"How am I acting weird?" I ask, keeping my voice calm, and thanking IronHeart for its assistance.
"Is this your first time too?" She asks, and suddenly her eyes are sparkling with a new, dangerous light.
I let out a resigned sigh. "…Yes."
In a flash, her embarrassment is gone. "Lemme see!" She sunges forward, grabbing my pants with an enthusiasm that is frankly terrifying. I'm forced to catch her, holding her by her wrists as she struggles to be released.
"Why are you stopping me?!" She glares, her expression dead serious this time. "Let. Go." She commands, her voice leaving no room for argument. And I know, with absolute certainty, that she is fully determined to see my dick.
"You're incredibly hot when you're being bossy." I tease, a grin playing on my lips. "That, and when your ass is sticking out like that."
She flushes a pretty pink, but her resolve doesn't waver. "Flattery won't work, Riven. Let. Go."
I sigh, releasing her wrists. "Fine."
Like a child tearing into a long-awaited gift, she attacks my pants with zero patience and even less finesse. The fabric is pulled down my legs, and my cock springs free, standing rigid and pointed directly at her face, causing her eyes go comically wide.
"Whaaaaa!" She gasps in awe. "It's… it's so big!" There's not a hint of intimidation in her voice, only pure, unadulterated excitement.
'Damn, she's perfect.' I think as a wave of smug satisfaction washing over me. What man wouldn't preen at such a sincere compliment?
"Riven! Riven, look!" She points, her finger hovering dangerously close. "It just twitched! Can you control it?"
Her warm breath ghosts over my sensitive head, and I throb in response. "Not really. It's got a mind of its own." I answer, my voice a little strained.
She nods, her expression dead serious, as if committing a vital piece of knowledge to memory. What follows is a barrage of questions about male anatomy. The sheer, chaste curiosity is so disarming that I feel my arousal begin to wane.
"Huh? Why's it getting smaller?" She asks, her eyes wide with panic.
I give her a flat, deadpan stare. "It got bored of the Q&A session."
Her face falls. "Oh. But… how do I make it… not bored?"
I have to suppress a groan. "You'd need to touch it. Wrap your hand around the shaft and just… move it up and down."
"And that'll make it hard again?" She asks, her eyes alight with renewed determination. "And you'll feel good, right?"
"It'll make me feel good, yeah."
At my nod, her expression shifts. Slowly, with a care that's both endearing and agonizing, she wraps her fingers around my penis. Her touch is hesitant at first, but then she follows my instructions, stroking me with a slow, experimental rhythm.
"That was… fast." She cheers, her eyes lit up with pride as my erection returns, harder than before. And she's right. Her earnest effort, the sight of her so focused on pleasing me, is more arousing than any practiced touch.
But I can't let her do everything.
"Fair's fair." I say, my voice low. I shift my weight, and with a gentle but firm push, tip her over. She lands on her back with a soft squeak, and before she can protest, I hook my fingers under her panties, tugging them down her legs and tossing them aside. She instinctively clamps her thighs shut, her eyes wide with shock.
"You saw mine." I roll my eyes, my cock twitching at the glimpse I got. "Why shouldn't I see yours?"
My rational mind screams at me. 'It's too soon to have sex. Besides, there'd a few issues if she loses her virginity.' I've got two heads, and I need to think with the correct one.
I lay down beside her and, before she can scramble away, I manhandle her into position, placing her on top of me upside down in a perfect 69. Her flushed, glistening pussy is right in front of me… and it's a magnificent sight.
"You can have your fun." I smile. "And I'll have mine."
"Huh? But what are you—mmph!" Her question is cut off as I grab her soft ass, spread her cheeks, and drag my tongue flat along her slit.
She inhales sharply, as a choked gasp. I glance up to see her staring back at me, her face crimson. Her eyes narrow in a mix of shock and indignation before she huffs and turns her attention back to the erection bobbing in front of her face.
"I… I can do that too." She murmurs, defiant challenge in her voice.
It's my turn for a sharp inhale as a moment later, a hesitant, wet warmth engulfs the head of my cock as she gives it an experimental lick. Seeing my reaction, a smug, triumphant smirk graces her lips before she leans in and does it again.
I groan, my hands sinking into her ass as I return to my own task. It's a competition now, though I doubt she has any idea what the prize is.
I start slowly, licking her carefully, observing and learning with every twitch and shiver in reaction to my actions. Her body trembles, and I taste her fluids as they finally overflow as she grows wetter. I lap them up, savoring her taste.
Her own licks grow bolder, as her soft moans are muffled, and they mingle with my groans as she rapidly gains confidence through trial and error. Just as I decide to escalate, spreading her folds and circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, she steps up her game.
'Damn…'
My entire body freezes. Her mouth, warm and impossibly wet, envelops my head. She sucks gently, her tongue swirling around the crown in a way that makes my toes curl. It's clumsy, her teeth occasionally scraping me, but the sheer, enthusiastic intensity of it is mind-blowing.
"Mmm, so this is the spot?" She hums, the vibration sending a jolt straight through me. She takes my groan as a yes and doubles her efforts, her hand joining her mouth, stroking my shaft in time with her sucking.
Not to be outdone, I attack her clit with renewed fervor, licking and sucking as I slide a finger into her tight pussy, curling it just so.
For a few minutes, the only sounds in the room are our shared moans and the wet, rhythmic noises of our mutual action. Pleasure rising, pushing us closer and closer, until…
"I'm cumming!" I grunt, the words tearing from my throat.
The declaration triggers her own release. Her body convulses as a powerful shudder wracks her frame.
"Mmph—hmmph!" She cries out, her mouth still full, and my own orgasm hits me. I pulse, spilling semen into her waiting mouth.
Her eyes fly open in shock at the sudden flood. She chokes, and a mixture of my cum and her saliva dribbles down her chin.
In the throes of her own climax, she suddenly sits up, slamming her ass down onto my face, burying me in her flesh. I thank my God as her thighs clamp around my head, her body shaking uncontrollably. Even as she rides out her orgasm, her hand finds my still-sensitive cock, stroking it until I'm completely spent.
She collapses beside me on the mattress, both of us breathing heavily in the aftermath.
"That… was…" She pants, trying to catch her breath. "Amazing! We have to do that again!"
She sits up instantly, her eyes bright and energetic, as if we just finished a light jog. 'Is she serious?' I wonder, a disbelieving laugh threatening to escape me. 'Not that I'm complaining.'
My stamina is practically endless as Sun Breathing was designed to fight from sunset to sunrise without rest. A little Goddess is no match for it.
My cock, already stirring, agrees.
I roll over, pinning her beneath me. "I'm warning you…" I say in a low growl. "I'm not stopping even if you beg later."
She just tilts her head obliviously, a curious smile on her lips. "Beg for what?"
The second of many rounds begins.
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