Chapter 72: Hestia Claimed

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Hestia finally loses her virginity.

Didn't take too long really. Just 72 chapters~

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Percy's hands grope her lace-covered bosom for a moment longer before falling away. For the briefest of moments, Hestia's heart drops as she thinks he might be about to reject her. But no. Instead of falling completely away from her body, he simply moves his hands from her breasts to her hips, squeezing down and pulling her closer in.

Letting out a soft moan of approval, Hestia presses herself against Percy's front. He's taller than her, so in the end the Goddess of the Hearth has to lift herself up onto her tiptoes to kiss him, helped along by her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands tugging her up by her hips.

Kissing Percy feels… it feels right. It's always felt right with him, truth be told. Since all the way back in the beginning when they first met and Hestia had felt drawn to him even then. He wasn't ascending to become a god back then, but he was the reincarnation of Adonis and that had a sort of power all its own.

Part of her can't help but wonder if his ascension was something part of her had recognized the possibility of even back then. It seemed like something the Fates had cooked up truth be told, and maybe some of her divinity had resonated with that eventuality even back at the start.

… Or maybe she was just a horny slut desperate to finally do away with her pesky virginity and status as a 'maiden goddess' once and for all. It probably wasn't that last one, admittedly. Hestia had been fine for quite a long time after all. But still, there was just something about Percy that she couldn't get enough of.

Their tongues twirl together as they swap spit, their lips pressing against one another. Until finally, they have to pull apart for air. Hestia tries to descend to her knees, to pleasure him with her mouth and breasts as she's done in the past, but Percy stops her and shakes his head.

"Go lay down on the bed. Prepare yourself for me."

Hestia's breath hitches. It was finally happening. Not just oral or anal, but the real deal. Shivering in anticipation, the voluptuous Goddess of the Hearth moves towards the bed, climbing up onto it and then laying back amidst the pillows. Percy's eyes follow her, staring at her even as she gazes back at him. The intensity in his gaze sends a shudder through her body.

Slowly, he begins to strip naked. Hestia knows he could move faster if he wanted to, but he takes his time with it… teasing her with every inch of his chiseled torso that he reveals as he takes off his shirt. Blushing, Hestia's hands twitch, wanting to move over her body as though they have a mind of their own. But to be fair, Hestia is of a similar mind. She wants to touch herself right now… and Percy had told her to prepare herself, right?

Only, she's still overdressed isn't she? As Percy continues to strip down, Hestia reaches behind herself and unclasps her bra. The lacy lingerie comes off of her bust one cup at a time, letting her bountiful bosom finally spring fully free of its confines. Each of her sizable tits is capped with a rock hard nipple, showing just how aroused she is right now.

However, that show of arousal is honestly nothing compared to when she has to reach down and pull off her panties. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of the silken lingerie undergarments, Hestia's breath hitches as she feels them stick to her dripping wet crotch for a moment before finally pulling away.

By the time she's able to get her underwear down her legs and off of her feet, Percy is completely naked and stroking his cock the rest of the way to fully erect. Laying back, Hestia spreads her legs wide for him, biting her lower lip as he approaches the bed… as he approaches her.

"Are you sure absolutely sure about this, Goddess?"

As Percy pauses at the end of the bed to ask that question, Hestia can't help but growl a little bit. Maybe her response is a little over the top, but to be fair it feels like she's been edging herself for this since they first met.

"Yes, I'm sure! Take me, Percy! Take my virginity, fuck me silly, and leave me wanting more! I've never been surer of anything in my whole life!"

Percy grins at that, the young adult man chuckling and shaking his head.

"Well, alright then."

He climbs onto the bed then and Hestia's breath hitches in anticipation as he moves into position between her legs. Percy's cock slaps down onto her pussy mound, the heavy weight of it sending a shiver down Hestia's spine even as he slides upwards until his balls are pressed against her slit and the full length of his cock is laying out on her abdomen.

"This is how deep I'll be inside of you once I get going, Hestia. This is how far I'll fuck you."

Swallowing thickly, the Goddess of the Hearth looks down past her large breasts to where Percy's twitching, throbbing cock lies on her belly.

"Please… please give it to me. Please Percy, no more teasing."

His smiling face softens at that and he nods in agreement.

"No more teasing."

Pulling back, he puts one hand on one of her thighs and the other on his cock, lining it up with Hestia's slit and fitting just the tip of his dick inside of her. There's the briefest moment of hesitation… and then he thrusts forward, taking her right then and there and claiming her virginity for himself.

Hestia would be lying if she said she hadn't wondered what it would be like. She'd long pondered that question, of what losing her virginity would feel like. A Maiden Goddess losing her virginity did not in any way compare to a maiden human woman losing her virginity, at the end of the day. For mortal women, it was a simple bit of pain. And sure, sometimes the entire first experience for them was painful if they had a particularly poor partner. But it was all so… temporary.

The same could not be said of a Virgin Goddess like Hestia, Artemis, or until recently, Athena. For them, their maidenhood was an immutable part of themselves. Their virginity was an aspect of their very nature in the same way their domains were. Hestia wasn't just the Goddess of the Hearth; she was the Virgin Goddess of the Hearth. Artemis wasn't just the Goddess of the Hunt; she was the Maiden Goddess of the Hunt. And until recently, Athena hadn't just been a Goddess of Wisdom either.

No more. Hestia shudders as Percy spears her on his cock. On a purely physical level, it feels amazing. She's built this moment up in her head for so long… and Percy delivers. Part of it is that she's sopping wet, but even still, Percy doesn't go too deep immediately, nor too fast. He slides into her and claims her virginity at just the right pace, taking his time and watching her closely as Hestia… well, she has the closest thing a divine being can have to a religious experience.

The fundamental part of her that is her maidenhood is stripped away. She will never be able to call herself a Virgin Goddess ever again. More than that, it's Percy who took it from her. His conquest of her body, his claim upon her virginity… it embeds him deeply into her mythos as the man who deflowered her, the Goddess of the Hearth.

Hestia had had her worries, even if she'd been sure about going through with this anyways. Part of her had worried that it would hurt having such an intrinsic part of her torn away. She'd feared that it would leave a gaping wound in her divine portfolio that she would then have to find a way to fill back up. She'd also worried that being turned into Percy's conquest would be stifling and confining.

… She need not have worried about anything. Far from hurting her, losing the status of a Maiden Goddess leaves Hestia feeling lighter than she's felt in eons. It's not an injury she can't escape, but a freedom she can't even begin to describe. On top of that, being conquered by Percy feels neither stifling nor confining. Instead it feels liberating in the best way possible.

Crying out beneath him, moaning up a storm as he fucks her on her back and Hestia moves her hips to meet his thrusts to the best of her ability… the Greek Goddess truly lets herself go. Her body undulates and gyrates, and her legs slowly come up on either side of Percy, first to try and lock around his waist and then just to stay up there as her toes curl in pleasure.

Every time she tries to leg lock him, Percy's thrusting hips just break the lock, his cock driving in and out of her now at such speeds that Hestia can barely even keep up. Her pussy juices slicken along his member, her inner walls flexing and clenching but unable to slow him down. Not that she wants him slowed down. Hestia is loving this… she's loving every last bit of it.

"H-Harder, Percy! Please… please fuck me harder!"

It'd all been leading up to this. From the very first titjob last year, to the oral and anal of just a little while ago. Now here she is on her back, legs high in the air as Percy pounds into her in… ah, they were calling this a 'mating press' these days, weren't they? Hestia's face goes even redder at that thought, even as she moans all the more wantonly amidst the noises caused by flesh slapping against flesh so very vigorously.

She wasn't just the Goddess of the Hearth, Fire, and Warmth after all. She was also the Goddess of Home, Family, and Domesticity. As well as a couple of other domains here and there such as the one she'd taken from Zeus all that time ago. But it was the second set that were most important in this moment.

Here they were in Hestia's home, together in bed. They were being about as 'domestic' as they possibly could be. And if they weren't careful, there would only be one result from what was happening here today.

But then to be fair, did Hestia WANT to be careful? It only takes her a few seconds to decide that no, she doesn't. As Percy drives into her cunt over and over again, her toes curling and her breasts bouncing all over the place, Hestia decides that the last thing she wants… is to be careful.

Still, she would be a terrible woman if she didn't at least warn him. Still moaning, Hestia reaches up and caresses Percy's face with her hands, stroking his cheeks with her palms.

"P-Percy… I wish to warn you… if you cum inside of me, it's almost guaranteed that the seed will take."

Percy blinks, barely slowing down but still slowing enough that it's clear she has his full attention. Smiling up at him with rosy cheeks and panting for breath, Hestia chuckles.

"I am the Goddess of Family, after all."

From the way his eyes widen, he clearly hadn't thought about that until now. And yet, he still doesn't fully stop fucking her. His cock drives in and out of Hestia's pussy nonstop, driving her wild and bringing her over the edge to orgasm after orgasm for what feels like an eternity before he finally responds.

"What… would you have me do, Goddess?"

Hestia lets out a shaky, husky laugh.

"Whatever… you want to do, Percy. Cum inside of me if that is what pleases you. Fill me up and breed me. Impregnate me with your child. I would not mind… in fact, I think I would enjoy it very, very much."

How many eons had she been the Virgin Goddess of Home, Family, and Domesticity? All this time, holding up and representing an ideal that she could never have herself. It wasn't fair, though Hestia had never let it bother her… until now. The truth was, she knew what she wanted. She just didn't want Percy to feel forced to give her it unless he wanted it too.

"Goddess…"

Suddenly, Percy lets out a lustful growl and begins fucking her even harder. Hestia's eyes widen and she moans all the more wantonly as he leans forward, allowing her to wrap her arms more securely around his body. Her legs too. She clings to him for dear life, even as he fucks her deeper than she'd thought possible.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Until finally, eyes threatening to roll back in her head, pussy cumming damn near continuously at this point… Hestia feels it. She feels Percy tip over the edge and fill her with his seed. The Goddess shudders, feeling something that goes beyond simple pleasure, transcending it and becoming true ecstasy. Her eyes do finally roll back in her head and she blacks out for a moment, probably making a rather silly expression at the same time.

As they finish up however, Hestia recovers and is able to watch as Percy slowly pulls out of her and sits back. His face is one of concern, even as his seed leaks from her freshly fucked cunt.

"… How are you feeling, Hestia?"

Realizing he's worried because of the effect on her divinity, Hestia smiles tiredly… and ruefully.

"I feel fine, Percy. In fact, I doubt I will need nearly as much time to recover as Athena. For her, submitting to a man such as yourself and having her virginity conquered by such a virile specimen… well, it was quite the thing to have to internalize for a Goddess of Wisdom and Strategy. But for me… I think really, I was just waiting for you to come along. All this time, I was waiting for the right man to claim me."

She still wasn't one hundred percent of course, but Hestia realizes now they probably could have done this a long time ago. Alas, no use crying over spilt milk. It was done now… and truly, she'd never been happier.

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