Danmachi: The Sign In System!

Chapter 82 - Hestia's Love [18+]

Love sparked by a fleeting heartbeat is rare. 

More often, affection blooms from admiration of someone's excellence. 

Hestia's feelings for Orsted were firmly the latter, kindled by his relentless brilliance.

When Orsted and Hestia returned to the mansion, Lili and Tifa weren't present. 

The quiet halls hit different, and Orsted glanced at Hestia, her tight dress showing off her curves. 

His face got hot, and Hestia's cheeks turned pink, both feeling the vibe of being alone. 

Something heavy hung in the air, like they were about to cross a line.

Their eyes locked, and neither blinked. 

Orsted, being an elf, was Hestia's height, his face looking softer in the moment. 

Hestia's heart did a flip.

Her virgin body was buzzing, and she stepped closer, hugging him tight. 

Her huge boobs pressed into his chest, and Orsted's breath caught.

"Hestia…" he said, voice low.

"Shh, Orsted," she whispered, all warm and nurturing, like she was comforting a child by the fireplace. 

But her body was saying something else, her pussy already tingling.

Her hug got tighter, and Orsted's hands grabbed her hips, digging into her dress. 

Hestia's pulse was racing—she'd never been touched.

She pulled back, her big eyes soft but curious, like she was seeing him for the first time.

"Orsted, you're so precious to me," she said, her voice full of that love.

"Like my everything."

Orsted's eyes flashed, his cock stirring in his pants. 

He wasn't just some calm elf—he had a dominant streak, and it was waking up. 

He closed the gap, kissing her hard, his tongue pushing into her mouth. 

Hestia moaned, her kiss sloppy but eager.

Orsted's hands slid to her ass, squeezing hard, and Hestia squeaked, her pussy getting wetter.

They stumbled to her room, door slamming shut. 

Orsted hands shook as he pulled off her dress, her big boobs bouncing free, nipples hard as fuck. 

Orsted's cock jumped, straining against his pants as he stared. 

"Damn, Hestia."

Hestia blushed, shy but horny as heaven. 

"I've never… done anything," she mumbled, biting her lip. 

"But I want to take care of you."

Orsted smiled at her words. 

"Me too," he said.

"Show me."

Hestia smiled, all sweet and hearth-warm, guiding him to the bed. 

"Lie down for me," she cooed.

Orsted yanked off his tunic, his slender frame ripped with surprising strength. 

Hestia's eyes widened, her pussy dripping as she saw his cock bulging through his pants.

"S-so big," she murmured, her hands on his chest, then lower, tugging his pants down. 

His cock sprang out, thick and hard, and Hestia's breath hitched. 

She leaned in, kissing him again. 

Then she slid down, a maternal vibe kicking in as she looked at his cock like it was something to cherish. 

"Let me make you feel good," she said, her voice all warmth.

She wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking slow at first, her tongue clumsy but eager. 

Orsted groaned, his hands in her hair, loving the wet heat of her mouth. 

Hestia's blowjob was messy, all slurps and soft moans, her goddess scent—like warm bread and crackling fire—filling the air. 

She looked up, eyes big and nurturing, like she was proud of pleasing him.

"Fuck, Hestia," Orsted grunted. 

Her sucking got faster, her hands cupping his balls, curious fingers playing with them. 

She was fascinated, squeezing gently, making him hiss. 

Hestia's pussy was soaked, her thighs slick as she bobbed on his cock.

She pulled off, lips wet, giggling. 

"You like that, don't you?" she teased, all cute but dirty. 

Orsted's control snapped. 

He grabbed her, flipping her onto the bed, his slender frame looming with raw power. 

"My turn." 

He spread her thighs, her pussy dripping wet.

He dove in, licking her clit hard, making Hestia scream.

"Ahh!" she gasped, her hands in his hair, hips bucking. 

Orsted's tongue worked her pussy, then slid to her ass, kissing and teasing the tight hole. 

His fingers pushed into her pussy, pumping fast, then slipped to her ass, stretching her gently. 

Hestia's scent was like home—warm, safe, but so fucking erotic. 

She came hard, her pussy clenching, juices soaking his face.

Orsted wasn't done. He climbed over her, his cock rock-hard. 

"You're mine now," he said, voice low and commanding. 

He slammed into her, his cock stretching her tight, virgin walls. 

Hestia cried out, pain and pleasure mixing. 

Orsted fucked her hard, his slender frame carrying unreal strength, pounding her into the bed. 

Hestia's boobs bounced, nipples hard, and she moaned, "A-ahh, harder!" 

Her pussy gushed, cumming again as he railed her.

Orsted pulled out, flipping her over. 

"Let's do this right," he said, laying back and pulling her into a 69. 

Hestia's ass was in his face, her pussy dripping over his mouth. 

She giggled; grabbing his cock and sucking it deep. 

Her hands played with his balls, groping and tugging, her fingers exploring every inch. 

Orsted groaned, his tongue diving into her pussy, then her ass, kissing and licking. 

His fingers fucked her pussy and ass, in and out.

Hestia came again, her pussy spasming on his tongue, her moans muffled by his cock. 

She sucked harder.

Orsted's tongue and fingers worked her over.

She came a third time, screaming into his cock, and Orsted growled, his own orgasm close.

He flipped her again, pushing her onto her back. 

Orsted slammed into her pussy, fucking her raw, her boobs jiggling with every thrust. 

Hestia's pussy clenched, cumming yet again, her hearth warmth wrapping around him like a blanket. 

"Orsted, yes!" she screamed, her body shaking.

Hestia's final orgasm hit, her pussy milking him. 

They collapsed, Hestia's boobs pressed against his chest, both panting.

"You still haven't cum." Orsted smirked. 

"You can work again," he muttered, making her giggle.

Once again they started their love-making session.

After an hour, Lili and Tifa were back from the dungeon. 

Hestia, back in her usual dress, slipped out of her room, cheeks still pink. 

Orsted followed.

"Orsted-sama, did you sneak off for a date without telling Lili?" Lili asked, eyeing Hestia's ornate, unfamiliar dress. 

It screamed a special occasion—shopping or, more likely, a date. 

Hestia's usual outfit never changed otherwise.

Had Lili and Tifa not returned early from the dungeon, staying in, her question might've been a smug declaration. 

Neither knew of Orario's latest gossip about the goddesses' chase.

"Just a dinner outing," Hestia replied instead. 

She skipped into her room, her mood buoyant despite the date's chaos.

"Hestia-sama, what did you eat? Next time, Lili wants to join you and Orsted-sama," Lili said, trailing her with a teasing grin.

"How was your day?" Tifa asked, falling into step beside Orsted, her voice overly gentle.

"Not bad," Orsted replied. 

"This afternoon, Riveria visited."

"We had a good talk. Then I went to dinner with Hestia."

"How about you? How's the training?"

"It's a secret for now," Tifa said, pressing a finger to her lips with a playful wink. 

"You'll be surprised next time we go to the dungeon."

"Looking forward to it," Orsted shrugged off.

Tifa said nothing more, but her hand slipped into his, fingers intertwining. 

Orsted stiffened briefly at the unexpected touch.

Tifa, sensing his reaction, stifled a laugh. 

She didn't let go, instead guiding him toward the main hall, her grip warm and steady.

'Hestia, Lili, Tifa—this is getting complicated,' Orsted thought, sighing inwardly. 

Choosing one would hurt the others. 

'The boat will straighten at the bridge. I'll figure it out.'

Inside, Orsted handed Lili and Tifa the two grimoires he'd crafted that day. 

Though they'd gained new magic the previous night, more spells were always welcome—adventurers could wield up to three.

Unlike skills, which depended on luck and aptitude, magic was capped. 

Lili and Tifa wasted no time, using the grimoires under Hestia's watchful eye. 

Orsted stayed, but his focus drifted.

'Sign in!

The sign-in had triggered during Riveria's visit, but he'd delayed until now.

[Sign-in successful. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Noble Phantasm, Avalon!]

Avalon, the fabled scabbard of King Arthur was a barrier-type Noble Phantasm. 

Its powers were legendary: immortality, halting aging; rapid healing of all wounds; and, when its true name was invoked, it dissolved into countless invisible particles, forming an absolute defense. 

This barrier repelled all attacks, ignored magic, and could reflect assaults—an invincible shield.

Orsted's heart raced. 

He'd just acquired Excalibur Proto, and now its the scabbard followed. 

'Avalon, the everdistant utopia.'

With Avalon, he was near-invincible. Unleashed, it could fend off any foe. 

Yet he tempered his excitement. 

Its full power demanded immense mana.

Without careful use, it was a temporary shield, not a permanent one.

He wouldn't grow arrogant. 

The pseudo-Avalon he'd crafted for Excalibur Proto was now obsolete—perhaps Tsubaki would buy it?

"Hey, Orsted!" Hestia's voice snapped him back. 

"I'm expanding the Familia. What about recruiting some elves?"

"Expansion sounds good," Orsted said, nodding. 

"But why elves specifically?"

"It's about your elven habits," Hestia explained, hands on hips. 

"You've accepted Lili and Tifa, but other races might be trickier."

"As our Familia's leader, you'll interact with everyone."

"Elves, being your kin, you're less likely to reject."

Orsted murmured, "Kin?" 

Riveria's visit flashed in his mind.

"Alright," he agreed, a thoughtful glint in his eye.

Meanwhile, at the Twilight Manor, Riveria sat in her study, a book open before her. 

Her distracted gaze betrayed her thoughts, far from the pages. 

Stirring questions about Orsted's future—and her own.

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