It was a sight anyone would be surprised to see. A master was at work in front of them. With great practice and incredible strength…
Hestia downed her fourth mug of beer in one pull, slamming the mug down and giving a mighty belch.
Miach, Takemikazuchi, and Hephaestus watched Hestia with wide eyes at the short Goddess's ability to throw them back. Each were slightly red in the face from their own beverages but none so like Hestia, who was already gesturing to a nearby waiter for another one.
"Well this is certainly a surprise," Miach said, taking a light sip of his own beer, "I had thought I was the enthusiastic one today but Hestia has me beat."
Takemikazuchi nodded and took a slow but long drink from his own mug, savoring the flavor before speaking, "Indeed, our dear Hestia appears ready to drink the night away and then some," he stared at the hearth Goddess with a fair level of concern, "though I hope she doesn't overdue it."
"She won't," Hephaestus answered the war God, swirling her wine glass before taking a delicate sip, "not while I'm here. I'll stop her before she goes too far."
Which was probably gonna be soon, by Hephaestus's judgment.
Hestia took the mug the waiter dropped off and drank its contents, slowly this time. She exhaled a breath when she had enough and blearily stared at her friends around the table.
"Miach," Hestia began, "I'm so glad you invited me to this. Things keep getting crazy in my home with my familia and I…I…I," Hestia struggled to find the words in her drunken stupor, eventually finding what she thought were the right ones, "I couldn't keep up with it. Things kept getting crazier and weirder and I just had enough. I needed a time like this," she flopped her head on the table, her face turned towards the healing God, "Th-Tha-Thanks for this Miach. I really owe you one."
Miach waved Hestia's drunken compliment aside, "Nonsense Hestia," he said, "I actually owe you and your familia, especially Bell, a debt I don't think I could repay," he was about to explain until he saw Hestia turn her attention to the table she lay her head on, softly counting the grooves in it, "…though perhaps I'll tell you more about it some other time. When you're in a better state."
Hestia moaned in apparent appreciation, "that's prob-praba- that's good I guess."
Hephaestus sighed at the sight of her dear friend, "Goodness, Hestia," she began, "I thought for certain, things would be better for you right now. You have a good sized familia now, your first child beat a minotaur at level one, shockingly enough,, and you have had no problems meeting your payments to me for that knife I forged."
Granted those payments looked suspiciously small, given her familia size, but Hestia was at least paying on time.
Takemikazuchi and Miach shuddered at the potential payment Hestia had to pay off. Hephaestus did not play favorites when it came to her craft.
Hestia only groaned loud in response to Hephaestus's words, "Things are better but also crazy at times. I don't know how you do it, Hephaestus. What did you do when your familia got bigger and bigger and more problematic?"
'There are better ways to ask that question,' Hephaestus thought, before answering her question.
"I adapted," the Goddess of the forge said simply, "Running a familia is never simple and it can get more complicated with more and more people," she took another sip of her wine, draining it before continuing, "but as their Goddess, it's my duty to help and aid them in any way I can regardless. A compliment when it is earned, a scolding when it's required, encouragement when it's needed, and much more," she reached out a hand and patted Hestia on the head, drawing a content mewl from the short Goddess, "no matter how big my familia has gotten, no matter what kind of characters are in it, no matter the trouble they can bring, I adapt and overcome just as they do and I always try to have my familia be the place they are proud to be in."
Hephaestus's words were meant for Hestia, but she almost forgot that she also shared a table with two others.
Two others were crying manly tears and dripping not so manly snot.
"Hephaestus! Truly you are a kind soul!" Miach stated passionately.
"Never thought I gave any other impression," she said.
"Your words," Takemikazuchi began, "they inspire me to do better myself. Not just for my sake but for my children as well!"
"That's what you always should be doing," Hephaestus deadpanned.
Despite the proclamations of the forge Goddess's kindness from the two other Gods, Hestia found herself smiling at Hephaestus's words. It was exactly as she said, Hestia had to adapt and overcome, just like her children do everyday in the dungeon.
It wasn't going to be easy but nothing worth doing ever was.
She finally drained the last of her drink and laid her head on the table again and eventually found herself drifting into the land of dreams.
Maybe she did have too much to drink.
Bell laid back on his bed, watching the ceiling, his desk lamp providing a nice soft assortment of shadows upon it.
He thought about going to sleep, but he had already rested enough as is and couldn't force himself to rest even if he wanted to. Especially after what happened downstairs.
The reveal of everyone's shared skill was shocking enough, add in the appreciation he felt from everyone and commitment to not abuse the trust of everyone with the skill, and needless to say emotions were a bit high at the time.
Koukin decided to step up and pretty much encourage everyone to just…rest. Take the remaining day off and just rest.
It was an especially tiring day for some more than others, with Kallen, Chitoge, and Ibuki more than happy to shower and end the day for themselves. Hana and Elbia eventually realized how exhausted they really were and nearly crawled their way to their rooms.
Bell wished he could sleep, but he had already slept for over a day and couldn't really bring himself to sleep right now.
'Maybe I'll tire myself out if I keep doing this,' he thought, continuing to stare at the ceiling, 'can't think of anything else to do right now.'
He did have something in mind…but Hestia basically suspended him from dungeon diving.
He was starting to really think he had a problem about that.
Bell was taken out of his thoughts by the sound of polite knocking on his door. He rose to sit on his bed now and said, "Come in."
The door opened and Koukin stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She looked at Bell, her features one of concern but holding a kind smile on her face.
"Greetings captain," she said, "I hope I'm not bothering you."
Bell shook his head, "No no, it's fine," he gave her a shrug, "I'm not doing anything right now. I'm still thinking about-," he paused and gave a heavy sigh, "about everything I guess."
Koukin nodded her head in sympathy, "It was certainly a lot to tell you all at once, I admit," she moved to sit on his bed, waiting for a nod from Bell to do so, "but I imagine it would have only gotten worse in time."
Bell couldn't refute that and gave no voice of disagreement, instead looking down at the floor in thought.
"Captain?" Koukin asked, "Is everything alright?"
He didn't say anything for a while, simply looking down at the floor in thought, eventually he replied, "It's just all so crazy to think about," he looked to her and gave a helpless shrug, "the skill you all share and the Freya familia wanting me," he looked back down to the floor, "guess it's all finally hitting me how serious things are getting."
Koukin moved closer to Bell's side, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Does it worry you?" she asked.
Bell shook his head, but paused before replying, "The Freya familia having an…interest in me is surprising enough by itself," he could still scarcely imagine why that is, "this 'skill' you all have…I know I'd said I would help you all…but," he blushed as he thought about it more and more, "it's still just a lot to take in and I wonder if I'm even…," he trailed off as his face burned a nuclear red, "good enough."
Koukin tried to not let any surprise show on her face, she would think the threat of the Freya familia would be more…critical, than the utilization of the skill. She had to remind herself that Bell was still a young man and though she had helped him in bettering himself around women. He was still relatively new with intimacy.
"Why would you think you're not good enough?" she asked.
Bell squirmed in place a bit, it honestly looked adorable with his blushing face, "I've never even had my first kiss. I really just don't know what to…do."
Koukin thought about how to reply to that, trying to pick the most tactful way to approach this. Eventually she settled to keep it simple and direct…for a start.
"You have at least been given the important…'talk' I hope?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Bell sputtered at that sudden question at first but responded, "Y-yeah," he answered, "My grandpa took me aside one day about three years ago and told me about sex and…other stuff," he blushed again, remembering something he couldn't help voice, "he liked to call it the 'Passionate Dance of Power'."
Koukin had never met Bell's grandpa, but if she did, she would punch him in the face for such a ridiculous description of such a thing.
Then she caught something about what Bell said. Three years ago? Bell had to have been too young to understand the nuances of sex.
Unless…
"Bell," she started, "how old are you anyway?"
Bell looked at her curiously at the sudden question but had no issue with replying, "I'm sixteen. Just turned sixteen this past spring."
Koukin looked at Bell for a moment longer, a look of surprise on her features. Bell was a little worried when she didn't say or move for a bit. He was more surprised when she raised her hands to cup his cheeks and tilt his head this way and that. Looking over him as if analyzing something she was just seeing for the first time.
"Ummm, Koukin," Bell began, flustered, seeing her look at him closer with a calculating expression, "is everything okay?"
She realized what she was doing and let go of Bell's face, "Sorry about that, that was very rude of me," she said with a hint of red dusting her cheeks, "I was sidetracked, let's get back on topic."
She whispered something about 'looking much younger than she thought' but thankfully for her, Bell didn't hear it.
She shouldn't act so surprised. She knew plenty of people in her old world that looked shockingly young but were surprisingly much older than they appeared.
"Back to the matter at hand," Koukin said, "it sounds to me that what you need is another lesson."
Bell blinked at her, "Another lesson?" he asked, "In what?"
Koukin shot Bell with a smile that he was both familiar with and helpless against. It was the same smile she wore whenever teaching him how to be more comfortable around women. Only this was different, her eyes had that charming gaze to them but there was something more, something smoldering.
It honestly excited him a bit with their intensity.
"A final lesson to teach you, my dear captain," Koukin said, her voice sending an exciting chill up his spine, "the lesson in pleasure."
Bell was red on the face once more, immediately catching on to what Koukin was implying and finding himself speechless at the offer.
Suddenly, as quick as a blink, Koukin's eyes returned to their usual calculating gaze with a hint of compassion in them. Bell lost his blush at the quick change and blinked in surprise.
"Of course, that is unless you want to," Koukin said in a gentle voice, "I am not going to pressure you in any way. If you wish to do this, then I would be happy to do this with you. If you do not, then that is that and I'll push no more."
Bell was speechless at this and found himself honestly flattered by her concern. He had his own questions to ask though, before he could make a decision.
"If I did say yes," began Bell, "would you be okay with this? I don't want you to feel compelled to do this."
Koukin smiled at Bell, "I'm sure Bell," she began, "In truth, I actually wish to."
Bell was once again struck silent by his vice-captain's words. Flattery and shock passing over his features.
"Is it really that surprising, my captain?" Koukin asked candidly, "Needless to say, you have had an impact on all our lives. Between your kindness and bravery, are attributes that most women would find attractive," she leaned closer, "I certainly do and I can think of a few more in this home that do as well," that smoldering look came back, "it would be my pleasure to lay with you this night, if you would have me."
It was as good as confirmation as Bell could honestly get and the thought of saying no was swiftly dismissed. He was still nervous but he wouldn't run away this time. There was only one thing for him to do.
And that was to strive forward.
'Time to go on a new adventure,' he thought.
"Alright," Bell began, "how do we start?"
Koukin leaned closer to him and reached a hand to cup his cheek, "I'd say this is the best place to start."
She brought him in closer and closed her eyes, an action Bell mirrored. Koukin's lips met Bell's in a soft embrace. Bell briefly went stiff at the moment of contact, but relaxed as the sensation of Koukin's soft lips settled on him.
Carefully, Bell raised a hand and wrapped it around Koukin's waist, pulling her into him. She briefly made a sound of surprise before taking her hand and wrapping around his back, drawing him in. Bell now felt both her soft lips on his and her large chest pressing against his own. A sensation that amazed him with their size and softness.
For a handful of minutes, they embraced. Clothed as they are, they could feel each other's heat, both in their bodies and in their souls as well.
Eventually, they both broke away. Bell and Koukin took quick breaths as the sensations ran through them. They looked into the others eyes, red ruby meeting green emerald. Each gaze holding something for the other.
Bell eventually spoke, his voice panting, "Th-that was…wow."
Koukin smiled and gently squeezed him closer, "Quite the poet you are, Bell," she teased, "I hope that was satisfying for you as it was for me."
Bell nodded, "Yes yes. That was amazing," he said, "I read about it in stories but to experience it-," he couldn't find the words and his expression only made Koukin smile widen.
That was the first step, now for the rest.
"If you have no objections," Koukin began, "we can continue."
Bell nodded, eager to continue.
Koukin smiled and stood from the bed. Drawing a curious gaze from Bell, "Umm," he began, "aren't we going to kiss again?"
She had to hold back a laugh at the question, but the smile on her face showed it was there, "Oh we certainly are but we are going to be doing more than kissing, remember?"
Bell did remember and was now curious where this was going to go. Koukin gestured for him to stand and he did, "I encourage you to turn around my captain and begin relieving yourself of your clothes. I will be doing the same," she finished, turning her back to him and divesting herself of her wardrobe.
Bell already had his back turned to her the second she mentioned she was taking her clothes off. Again a blush burned its way to his face but he shook his head of any embarrassing responses or reactions and slowly started to remove his shirt.
'The real adventure begins here,' he thought.
"It's so unfair! I mean, I dote on him all the time and now I've got competition! Koukin always teases him, Hana and Elbia might be nudists, and I've even caught him looking at Takeru whenever she wore anything beside her battle wardrobe. Seeing and admiring those muscles…I could get a six pack if I really wanted to! That would be a step up from her I think?!"
Hephaestus did not comment on that, choosing silence as the best form of response.
"Bell! Why do you have to be so wonderful?! Why do you have to be so likable?! Why do you have to be so hot?!"
"Hestia, would you quit squirming!" Hephaestus said, "It's difficult enough to carry you as it is."
Hephaestus did not expect her day to end with her carrying her best friend back home on her back while she was in a drunken stupor.
Yet here she was.
"That's so rude! I'll have you know I don't weigh much at all!"
"Yeah? Well most of your weight is in your chest and having it pushed against my back is starting to cause me problems."
"Pshhh! You're fine! You're tall enough to handle it."
"If you quit squirming, I'll have a better time handling it."
"How can I stay still knowing that Bell is probably being seduced right now?!"
Hephaestus sighed, she had to hurry home and put Hestia to bed, this was just ridiculous.
And to top it all off, Hestia had a meeting with Goibniu to get to tomorrow. By the looks of things Hephaestus was going to have to play mediator between the two, given Hestia was going to suffer from a killer hangover.
"Damn those two," Hephaestus whispered, "next time I see Miach and Take, I'm dragging them to my forge and have them hand cool my children's crafts."
Tsubaki would certainly get a kick out of that.
With a sigh, she continued on, carrying the short complaining Goddess on her back.
Hestia was surely overreacting, given what she had told Hephaestus about Bell, he was perhaps too shy for a woman's advances.
Though that was half a month ago...
Bell finally divest himself of his undergarments, now standing in his room naked. This felt surreal for him. Standing just behind him was his vice-captain, his tutor, his ally, his friend.
And she was perhaps just as naked as he was right now.
He remembered the last time he saw her naked, or at least partially, given the steam and moisture in the shower. It was a sight that stayed with him and he would see her in her entirety now.
He had to admit, he was excited and a part of his anatomy definitely agreed with the thought.
"Bell," Koukin said, "you can turn around now."
Bell did so and the sight that greeted him took his breath away.
Koukin stood in front of him as bare as he was. Her hip slightly cocked to the side. Bell saw her beautiful tan skin seeming to shine in the lamp light. He traced his gaze over her, from top to bottom. Her emerald eyes seemed to glow with unspoken confidence, her long dark hair cascaded down both her back and her front, locks catching on the wonderful curves of her large breasts before continuing down. His eyes briefly remained on her breasts, seeing their full, supple, and firm shape standing proud before him, wonderful pink tinged nipples graced his eyes, their color wonderfully contrasting with her tan complexion. He looked down, seeing the slender waist and curving thighs that made his mouth dry. Between those thighs he could make out a thin slit under a small fuzz of hair.
He knew what it was and he knew what he would inevitably be doing to that spot later.
"My my Bell," Koukin said, bringing his attention back up to her. He saw her face was slightly colored by a blush along her cheeks as she too stared at his naked form. Her eyes dancing along his lean and toned physique and her gaze lingering on his waist for considerably longer, "you have a body to be proud of, I'm impressed."
Bell felt himself redden, not just in his face either, "And you look amazing Koukin," he replied, "I know that you're proud of your body and now that I see all of it. I can definitely understand why you would be. You're beautiful."
Koukin fought back the flush growing in her face. This was no time to be lost in flattery, it was time to get things going. She walked over to Bell, hips swaying that drew his eye, when she was not even a step away from him, she grabbed his arms and lifted them up. Moving her hands to cup his own, Bell stared dumbly at her, or more accurately, her wonderful chest that was nearly pressed against his own.
"Now for the next lesson," Koukin said with a smile, "this time though, you are going to be the one to take initiative," she ended her words by taking Bell's hands and placing them on her large breasts.
Bell was almost paralyzed by the sensation he was now experiencing. He felt the softness that now enveloped both of his hands, the heat of her body, the feeling of her heartbeat through his palms, the rigid feeling of her nipples pressing against his fingers. He couldn't help himself, he began to squeeze and the sensation became greater the moment he did. He felt the soft flesh of her breasts escape between his fingers as he squeezed gently, he heard her take in a breath but could already tell it was one of pleasure, he could feel her heartbeat quicken gradually through her chest and knew he was doing something right and it inspired him to squeeze and caress the wonderful mounds in front of him all the more.
Koukin watched as Bell played with her breasts, her face sporting an undisguised smile. She admits, this was going better than she thought. Bell took to her body like a fish to water. It was honestly pretty impressive.
If he liked her breasts now, she had a surprise for him.
Before Bell could react, Koukin wrapped her arms around his head and brought him into her chest. Bell gave a brief sound of surprise before being silenced by her great bosom.
"You looked like you were having fun," Koukin said, her voice as sweet as honey in his ears, "but I hear feeling these things this close is arguably better than just grabbing them."
She gently squeezed Bell's head closer to her chest and he couldn't imagine leaving such a place right now. Not only was his head nearly consumed by her wonderful chest, but the rest of his body was also pressed closer to her. Giving him a full body experience of the woman who held him.
Bell had to return the favor and he believed he knew how. His grandpa's lessons were varied and ridiculous but he did tell him some useful things. Namely where the sweet spots were.
Bell again caressed Koukin's breast before finding his target. He placed gentle kisses along the generous mound before latching his mouth on the pink nipple he sought, gently sucking and biting it.
Koukin threw her head back and gasped, nearly making Bell draw his head back in worry, but a hand at the back of his head pulling him closer and tighter told him that that would be a mistake. So he continued his actions, gently sucking and nibbling while rubbing and squeezing the very same breast.
Koukin did not plan for this but she wasn't about to stop it either. She hadn't expected Bell to be so proactive in this and it was a pleasant surprise for her.
'As always, Bell. You are full of surprises,' Koukin thought with a smile, looking down at Bell as he handled her breast.
Another surprise awaited her when she felt Bell's other hand glide around her waist and caress her back before drifting down and grabbing one soft cheek of her behind and gently fondle it. Koukin moaned deeply at his actions and started caressing Bell as well. Rubbing his head as she pressed his face into her chest and gently stroking along his arm, feeling the muscles along them. Her hand eventually drifted lower and lower, touching and caressing his chest and stomach before finally reaching her goal. Her soft hands enclosed around her target and Bell's mouth left her breast as he gasped in surprise and pleasure as she gently fondled his length.
"It's as impressive as I remember," Koukin said with a grin, "I don't think it's fair that you are trying to pleasure me without feeling some yourself."
Bell could hardly respond, Koukin's hand was expertly handling his manhood in a way he never thought possible. Seeing his rapturous face stirred something inside Koukin but she bottled it down. It wasn't best for Bell to see 'that' side of her just yet.
Maybe another time.
"Don't stop now Bell, let's make it a competition," Koukin said, drawing Bell's red face to her, "you keep up your actions and we'll see who caves first," her smile became a bit more mischievous, "winner gets to decide the pace for the next step."
Bell could already tell what the 'next step' was and once again a fiery excitement flooded his being.
"Deal," he said before returning his mouth to her breast, only this time his attention was on the other one. Bringing fresh gasps from Koukin's lips at Bell's fresh initiative.
This did not stop her from her own objective. She continued her ministrations upon Bell's manhood, stroking its length, teasing its tip, and more. She had to admit, Bell performed perhaps better when competition was involved. She had to make a note of that later.
Both continued to please the other, drawing passionate fueled moans from themselves in their actions.
Bell kept up his gentle caresses, his gestures determined but thorough. He switched between breasts, licking and kissing at skin and nipples in loving fervor. His hand on her ass fluctuated between a gentle grip and firm handling.
Eventually though, one was bound to fall to the other's touch and experience triumphed over talent this day.
Bell removed his mouth from her breast with a gasp, both his hands wrapping around her in some desperate embrace, his head poking out from her large chest, "Koukin, I'm-," he moaned again, "I'm gonna-."
Koukin was the clear winner but she wasn't going to have Bell climax here. It was far too early for her liking.
She withdrew her hand from his manhood and brought it to his head along with the other. With no preamble, Koukin brought Bell to her lips again, igniting a passionate kiss that was unlike the one they previously shared.
This one was different because now their tongues were dancing with each other now. Bell was surprised at first when he felt Koukin's pass his lips and enter his mouth to dance with his tongue. It was another wonderful sensation that he was quick to act as well, meeting her tongue with his with lustful fervor. Each feeling the other's mouth and enjoying the other's taste.
Bell didn't know when he took a step back to the bed, but soon he felt his knees make impact with the side of it, making him fall backwards and take Koukin with him. Neither one breaking from the kiss.
Eventually though, breathing became more taxing and the two broke apart. Trails of saliva connecting one to the other. Koukin raised herself up from Bell, realizing she was on top. She looked down at Bell, seeing his red face and blissful expression as Bell likewise looked up into her face, seeing her look of undisguised passion and steamy gaze.
For a moment they just remained like that, locked in some kind of daze. Until eventually, Koukin offered to move things along.
She adjusted her position, putting her waist at level with Bell's. Bell felt the heat and wetness of her womanhood caress against his length, making him gasp at the sensation. He heard Koukin give a moan of needy pleasure at her own actions, the pleasure she triggered sending shivers up her spine.
"This is it Bell," Koukin said, "this is the final test. Are you ready?"
Bell was so wrapped up in the lust he felt from all this that refusal was the farthest thing from his mind.
He answered Koukin by gently caressing her thighs before his hands found their way to her hips, a smile on his lips that Koukin returned. Accepting his unspoken answer.
She raised herself up slightly from his waist and reached down to direct Bell's manhood to its destination. Bell felt the head of his length wetten from the moisture escaping Koukin's slit, enabling for ease of passage. When Bell felt a small opening touch his length, he knew Koukin felt the same. She dropped her hips, encapsulating Bell and herself in a whirlwind of pleasure and sensations.
Koukin let out a long moan alongside Bell's sharp gasp, the sound bouncing around the room and into their ears. Just hearing the other make such noises enhanced the pleasure both were feeling from their contact with the other.
She rested her hands on Bell's chest and leaned forward, her black hair falling around her head and obscuring both her and Bell's heads from sight. She took deep breaths as the feeling of their union settled within her. She felt a hand touch her cheek and she looked to see Bell gently caressing her face, a look of concern on his face.
"Are you alright, Koukin," Bell asked gently, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
'Always worried about others,' Koukin thought, a smile making its way to her face, "No Bell, I was just once again surprised," she gave him a laugh, "I should've been better prepared to take on someone of your generous size," the compliment in her words made Bell blush and Koukin tried not to laugh at the modest expression of her captain.
She leaned back again, strands of her long hair draping around her and falling onto Bell's body, making him think he was looking at an exotic living art piece momentarily.
"Are you ready to continue?" Koukin asked.
Bell didn't reply at first, instead he reached up to her head, drawing a curious look from her, just before he gently removed her glasses and placed them aside on his desk.
He smiled at her, seeing her emerald eyes unobstructed, "Now that I can see your beautiful eyes all the better, yes," he replied.
Koukin felt her heart skip a beat at those words and a fresh flush warmed its way across her face.
Her captain was formidable indeed.
With a smile, Koukin began to rock her hips against Bell, drawing pleasured moans from her captain's mouth. Bell did not stay idle though and eventually began to lift his hips in response to hers.
Koukin felt Bell's length dig and grind inside her, making her lose her composure and moan alongside Bell. Soon the rocking of her hips wasn't enough and she quickly adjusted her knees so she could lift her hips. When she did, Bell felt the air cool his wet manhood, bringing a shiver to him before Koukin dropped her hips back down, pushing him deeper inside her.
Bell moaned the same time as Koukin did, both feeling the rapturous pleasure they were giving the other. Koukin rose and dropped herself upon Bell, who met her with thrusts of his own. It was a clumsy but pleasurable dance at first, but soon they matched their actions with the other, bringing new found ecstasy to the forefront.
Bell watched as his vice-captain bounced on him, seeing her face, normally stern and professional, made into a mask of joy and pleasure. Her moans only excited him more and more. His gaze drifted down and he saw her breasts, firm and large, bounce with their motions. He tracked her nipples, the rosy tips drawing his eyes with the motions. He reached out both hands and grabbed both breasts, squeezing them not roughly but not too gently either.
"Ahhh! Bell! That…that feels so good!" moaned Koukin, "Please! Keep playing with them! Enjoy them!"
Bell did as she asked and her response made him thrust harder into her. She moaned louder in response to both his touch and his thrusts.
She had hoped to have lasted a bit longer than this, but she could feel something stir in her core. As if a dam was about to break inside her.
"K-Koukin," Bell stammered, his voice desperate, "I'm about to-about to-,"
It seemed like she wasn't the only one about to burst.
Koukin redoubled her bounces, shaking the bed and making Bell moan louder, "I'm there too, Bell!" she exclaimed, tossing her head back and wringing her hands through her hair. Causing an elegant show that sent Bell over the edge.
Koukin felt as if fire was shot into her as Bell came, triggering her own climax. Both of them groaned and moaned at the amazing sensations they were feeling.
Koukin found herself panting and having to lean forward onto the bed, inadvertently dropping her breasts just below Bell's face. Bell saw the dangling tits before him and was transfixed by their proximity, almost tempting him to kiss them, but he too was out of breath from his climax and let himself relax with his arms dropping upon Koukin's waist.
"That *huff* was *huff* incredible," Bell said amazingly. He had been nervous and even scared at first but was swept up in the passion he and Koukin created and those fears soon became nonexistent.
"Indeed *huff* Bell," she looked down into his eyes, ruby meeting emerald. She gave Bell a smile, "I think it's safe to say that your fears of underperforming were unfounded," she moaned as she felt Bell's manhood twitch inside her, "and that you just might be a natural at this."
Bell blushed at the compliment and all the more when Koukin let herself gently fall on him, her face just next to his and her wonderful chest pressed deeply near his face, almost threatening to smother him. For a while they just laid there, enjoying each other's warmth and presence.
Then Koukin began to feel Bell harden inside of her, making her lean back up and stare at her captain with a look of surprise. Bell had a deeper blush on his face, embarrassed by his body's reaction.
She raised her elegant eyebrows at her captain, "I suppose you would like another round?" she asked with a mirthful smile, her eyes sparkling with delight.
Bell could only nod, not trusting himself to speak less he say something embarrassing.
Koukin leaned down and locked lips with Bell in a gentle kiss, Bell responded by wrapping his arms around her and bringing her closer. Enjoying the feel of her body pressed against his.
Time became a blur for the two on this night of passion. Bell had ended up on top of her now, holding her arms and crossing them over the other, her breasts becoming more punctuated with their bouncing as a result. He thrust down into her, not going fast but going deep, savoring the sensation of her. A feeling Koukin was likewise taking from Bell.
Soon they changed into another position, with Koukin on top of Bell but facing away from him, bouncing her hips on his and giving Bell a lovely sight of her ass. Bell found his hands reaching forward and groping each cheek as they bounced, an action that Koukin appreciated. She whipped her head back and stared at Bell encouraging him to squeeze harder, an action he was happy to do so.
Again they changed when they reached climax together again. This time with Koukin sitting on Bell's lap and bouncing with her arms wrapped around him while Bell sat up with her with his arms wrapped around her. They stared into each other's eyes, seeing the lust in each of their gazes. Koukin wrapped her legs around Bell and Bell tightened his grip around her, feeling every detail of her body press against him. They met in a kiss, tongues meeting in a dance of their own.
Bell could feel his climax approaching and knew that this one could be the final act and he wanted Koukin to share it with him. He redoubled his efforts and increased his thrusts into Koukin, causing the strategist to gasp in his mouth.
Koukin knew then that Bell was close to bursting, same as her. Like her captain, she moved her hips faster and met his thrusts from her sitting position. Never taking her lips off Bell's. Eventually the end came and both moaned into the other's mouth as they climaxed together. Both feeling lights spark behind their closed eyes at the euphoria.
Once the sensation wore off, they opened their eyes and removed their lips from the other. A trail of saliva connecting them once more. Bell loosened his grip around her waist and Koukin likewise uncrossed her legs from around Bell's waist and extracted herself from him, but never leaving his arms.
Exhaustion from their activities finally settled upon them and Bell found himself leaning back on his bed. Dragging a surprised Koukin with him. Bell's head hit his pillow with a soft thump and his eyes closed, falling asleep.
Koukin watched Bell as he laid still, breathing softly, signifying his rest. She watched him, wondering if he really was asleep. A few minutes passed and Koukin was more sure of it. She adjusted her position, bringing her head to lay beside Bell's on the pillow, watching her captain rest with a peaceful expression on his face.
She smiled, seeing him like this. So at peace after the sex they had. It made her want to pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Just like she did with…
Koukin felt an old pain enter her heart, remembering her past life and who she shared it with. Who she supported, who she fought alongside, and who she loved.
Thinking about that now, about 'her' now would ruin this moment between her and her captain. It was better not to dwell on such things, especially after such a wonderful experience.
Koukin adjusted her position again, leaning herself against Bell's body with her head in the crook of his neck. She almost made a sound of surprise when she felt his arm wrap around her and hold her closer. It was a gentle gesture and one that Koukin found herself smiling at.
'Of course you're a cuddler,' she thought with a smile , 'I shouldn't be surprised.'
With no intention of escaping, Koukin reciprocated Bell's hold with one of her own, draping an arm across his chest and wrapping a leg around his.
She saw his lamp was still on, as it had been during their activities and she reached over to turn it off, the darkness of the night covering them both.
Koukin sighed and closed her eyes, allowing rest to take her. She didn't doubt that she and Bell were potentially noisy and she imagined the others in this floor probably had some complaints.
Not to mention what Hestia's reaction will be when she finds out. That will be a situation in and of itself.
For now though, Koukin rested alongside her captain. Not letting the worries of tomorrow bother her tonight.