Ch.30
Her mouth was on my neck before I was awake.
I came up from sleep in pieces. The basement was dark. The Dungeon's hum was low. The floor was cold under me and Hestia was warm against me and her lips were on the side of my neck, open and wet, and her breath was hot on my skin.
"Bell." A whisper. Her hand was already on my chest, fingers spread, pressing down. Her nightgown was bunched at her waist. Bare thighs against my hip through my shorts.
I wasn't on the floor anymore. She'd pulled me onto the couch. I didn't remember the transition. One second I was on the stone, and now her body was curled against mine on the narrow cushion and her mouth was doing things to my neck that made thinking difficult.
Eight feet away, Lili breathed on her cot. Steady. Slow. Asleep.
"Quiet," I whispered.
Hestia nodded against my neck. Her hand slid down my chest to my stomach and her fingers slipped under the waistband of my shorts and wrapped around me and I was already hard because her mouth had been working for longer than I'd been conscious. She stroked once, her grip small and tight, her thumb dragging across the head, and her breath hitched against my neck when she felt how hard I was. A pleased sound in her throat. Possessive. Too loud.
I put my hand over her mouth.
Her blue eyes went wide in the dark. The whites caught the faint glow from the Dungeon's pulse through the ceiling cracks. She didn't pull away. Her breath came hot against my palm and her body pressed tighter against me and her heartbeat thumped through her ribs where our chests touched.
Her hand was still in my shorts. Still stroking. Slow and deliberate, her small fingers working the length, her thumb circling the tip on each pass. My hips wanted to push into her grip and I held them still. The couch was narrow. Any motion made the frame creak. The cold basement air on my legs made the heat of her palm sharper.
I reached between her thighs with my free hand. My fingers found her through the thin fabric of her underwear and the fabric was soaked. I pressed against her through it and she jerked against me, her hand tightening on my cock, her breath exploding hot against my palm.
Already this wet. She'd planned this.
I pushed the fabric aside and touched her directly. Slick. Swollen. My fingers slid along her clit and her hips bucked and a sound came through my hand, muffled but not silent.
"Mm-" Pressed into my palm. Her eyes squeezed shut and her thighs clamped around my hand and her whole body trembled once.
Lili's cot creaked.
We froze. My hand over Hestia's mouth. My fingers between her legs. Her hand around my cock. Eight feet of dark basement between the couch and the cot.
Lili shifted. Turned over. The cot springs settled. Her breathing didn't change.
I exhaled through my nose. Hestia's heart was hammering through her ribs into my chest.
I pulled my hand from between her legs. Pushed my shorts down. Rolled her onto her side.
My chest against her back, my arm under her head, my hand still covering her mouth. She was small enough that I could hold her entire jaw in my palm. I reached down and pushed her underwear to the side and my cock pressed against her ass, against the heat between her thighs, and the temperature difference hit me. Cold air on my skin. Her body burning where we touched. I slid along her from behind, not in yet, just along, and the slick heat of her coated me and she pressed her hips back and whined against my hand.
I pushed into her.
The first inch was tight from the angle. Side-lying, spooning, her thighs pressed together. I gripped her hip and pulled her back onto me and sank deeper and she was hot and slick and her walls gripped me as I bottomed out and her whole body shuddered against my chest.
"Nn-" Against my palm. High and thin.
I held still. Let her adjust. My cock was buried in her and the fit was snug from the position, her thighs squeezing me, and the cold basement air was on my back and she was a furnace everywhere we touched. Her nightgown had ridden higher, bunched under her breasts. My arm under her head curled around and my hand found her breast through the thin fabric and her nipple was hard against my palm.
I started to move.
Slow. Short strokes, barely pulling out, grinding more than thrusting. Her pussy clenched with each push. The wet sound was quiet but it was there. The slick pull on the outstroke and the soft press on the in. In the silence of the basement it carried.
She heard it. Her whole body went rigid for a second, her thighs pressing tighter together, and the press made the fit tighter around me and the wet sound didn't get quieter. It got louder. She made a small mortified noise against my palm.
I pressed my lips against her ear. "Breathe slow."
She tried. Hot bursts through her nose against my fingers, nostrils flaring. Each exhale was a small desperate huff against my skin. Her ribs expanded under my arm with each inhale and her body rocked and the rocking shifted me inside her and the wet sound happened again.
I thrust. Slow. A long grind in and a slow pull back and her pussy dragged along my cock on the outstroke, clinging, wet, the sound audible in the quiet. She whimpered against my palm. Her hips pushed back to meet me. The couch cushion compressed under us and the frame gave a creak that sounded too loud.
I stopped. Held still inside her. Waited.
The creak didn't repeat. Lili's breathing was even across the room.
Hestia's body was shaking. Small tremors running through her back into my chest. My cock twitched inside her and she clenched around it and the clench made me push deeper on instinct and she muffled a "Mn-" into my palm.
I started again. Found a pace that kept the couch from creaking. Small controlled motions, all hips, my arm locked around her, holding her against me. Her breast in my hand, nipple caught between two fingers. I rolled it. She bit my palm.
The pain was sharp and my cock jerked inside her and she felt it and bit harder and my hips snapped forward and the wet sound was loud this time, a slick smack that echoed off the stone walls, and we both went still.
Lili shifted on the cot.
My heart was hammering. Hestia's hammered back through her spine. The Dungeon hummed. The pre-dawn wind pushed through the church walls above us. From Lili's cot, nothing. No movement. No change.
I ground into her. Couldn't do slow anymore. The angle had shifted from the bite and I was deeper now and she was wetter than before, slicker, and every push made a soft obscene sound that neither of us could stop. Her hips rocked back to meet me with each thrust, her ass pressing flush against my hips, and against my palm she was making noises she couldn't hold back.
"Ah- nn- mm-" Muffled. Rhythmic. Matching my pace. Her whole body was trembling against my chest in a continuous vibration. Her toes curled against my shins. Small bare feet hooking around my calves, her toenails digging into my skin. She did that. Every time. She didn't know she did it.
My own breathing was ragged. My cock ached. I was close. She was close. I needed her to go first.
I pulled her tighter. Chest to back, no gap. My lips against the shell of her ear. Her twin-tails against my face. I ground in slow circles, as deep as the angle would let me, and her walls fluttered around me and her body went taut.
"Come," I whispered.
Her body locked. Every muscle rigid. Her pussy clenched around my cock so hard it hurt and her back arched and her head pressed into my chest and against my palm she made a sound. A whine. Muffled and thin and continuous, a vibration against my skin, and in the middle of it I heard my name. Bell. Pressed into my palm. Her teeth sank into the heel of my hand. Hard. The pain bloomed and my hips jerked forward and I came inside her, burying deep, my face in her hair, my breath against her ear, both of us shaking on the narrow couch while the basement stayed dark and Lili's cot stayed quiet.
I held her. My cock pulsed inside her and her body twitched with each pulse and my hand was still over her mouth and the bite throbbed and neither of us moved. Her heartbeat slowed against my chest. Her breathing went from desperate huffs to long pulls through her nose. Her toes uncurled from my shins.
I pulled out. She made a quiet "ah" at the withdrawal that slipped past my fingers. Warm between her thighs where I'd finished. The cold air hit my cock and the sweat on my chest was already cooling.
Hestia turned in my arms. Her face was close to mine in the dark. Her blue eyes were wet. Her lips were swollen. She pressed her forehead against my chin and her hands came up and held the hand she'd bitten and she kissed the bite mark.
"Sorry," she whispered.
"Don't be."
"It's going to bruise."
"I know."
She kissed it again. Then she pressed my hand against her cheek and closed her eyes and her breathing evened out and she was asleep in under a minute. Her whole body went slack against mine on the couch and her hair was in my face and her nightgown was still bunched under her breasts and what I'd left inside her was cooling between her thighs.
I lay there. The bite mark pulsed. A crescent of tooth marks in the heel of my palm, already turning red.
Across the room, Lili's cot was silent. Her breathing was slow and even.
Or was it too even. Too controlled. The kind of breathing someone does when they're awake and pretending not to be.
I couldn't tell. I stared at the dark ceiling until the first gray light started filtering through the cracks and then I closed my eyes and didn't sleep.
Hestia was humming. She'd been humming since she woke up, slipping out from under my arm, pulling her nightgown down, padding barefoot to the kitchen corner. The humming was bright and melodic and she swayed while she cooked and she set the rice bowls on the table with a smile that could have lit the Dungeon to Floor 50.
I sat at the table with my right hand in my lap. The bite mark was a dark red crescent on the heel of my palm. I picked up my chopsticks with my left hand. I wasn't left-handed. The rice didn't cooperate.
Lili came to the table. Her brown hair was neat, her eyes were clear, and she sat down with the posture of someone who'd slept perfectly well and had no reason to look at anyone's hands.
She set Hestia's rice portion on the table. It was smaller than yesterday's.
"Goddess's portion," she said.
"That's less than yesterday," Hestia said.
"Lili is managing the budget. Four mouths now."
"Welf has his own food at his workshop."
"Welf ate here last night. Welf eats like two mouths." Lili picked up her chopsticks. "Budget adjustments are necessary."
Hestia looked at her rice. Looked at Lili's rice, which was the same size. Looked at mine, which was also the same size. Her mouth opened. Closed. She picked up her chopsticks and started eating. The humming had stopped.
Welf arrived through the door with his greatsword on his back and a paper bag of rolls from the baker on the corner. "Morning. I brought-"
He stopped. Looked at the table. Hestia eating in wounded silence. Lili eating with surgical precision. Me eating left-handed with my right hand below the table.
"I brought rolls," he said, and set the bag down and sat and started eating faster than anyone needed to.
"Bell-sama." Lili's voice. Casual. "Why is Bell-sama using his left hand?"
"Practicing."
"Bell-sama is right-handed."
"Ambidexterity is useful in the Dungeon."
"Lili sees." She ate a bite of rice. "Bell-sama's right hand. Is it injured?"
"No."
"Then Bell-sama wouldn't mind showing Lili."
I put my right hand on the table. Palm up. The bite mark was centered on the heel, a clear crescent of red-purple teeth marks that were not ambiguous about their origin.
Lili looked at the mark. Looked at Hestia. Hestia was looking at her rice. The tips of her ears were red.
Lili looked back at the mark. Looked at me.
"Bell-sama should be more careful with his equipment," she said. "Some damage is preventable."
She went back to eating.
Welf had finished his roll in four bites and was reaching for a second. He looked at nobody. His jaw was working very fast.
Hestia's humming started again. Quieter this time. She reached for the salt and her hand passed over mine on the table and her fingers brushed the bite mark as they went. Light. Almost accidental.
Lili's chopsticks paused for one beat. Then resumed.
I ate my rice left-handed. The Falna buzzed warm in my back.