[Episode 4809] [Episode 4809]
That being said, Hestia escorted the now highly embarrassed and confused Eilistraee out of the room leaving behind a quartet of moderately stunned goddesses.
"Anybody want to see what they're going to talk about?" Hecate asked eventually.
"A housewife and a virgin?" Bast said doubtfully.
"That's gotta be a boring conversation," Hanali concurred.
"I'd rather be a fly on the wall in our husband's area," Morrigan said, looking toward the sound of Ranma and the cat-girls.
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"Ah, here it is," Hestia said as she found the furo, apparently ignoring the sounds of Ranma and some cat girl getting to know one another better in the next room. "Come on Eilistraee, I know just the thing to calm you down and forget worrying about everything they're saying."
"Err," Eilistraee said, following. "Thanks."
"You know," Hestia said as they entered the furo and started to strip their clothes. "I believe it is very commendable of you to save yourself for marriage"
"Well, that won't last long," Eilistraee said. "That contract basically reads I'm married to Ranma and you five, all that's left is consumation. I'll get your back first."
"If you wish," Hestia said, sitting down and letting Eilistraee scrub her back.
"They still won't talk about who's going to come to this world following us," Eilistraee said. "They're just thinking about the fun they could have right now. Well, Morrigan maybe, but I heard she enjoys battle."
"She does not," Hestia said. "It has always been her job to inform the widows that their husbands were dead, not something she appreciated."
"Really," Eilistraee said. "I didn't know that."
"Yes," Hestia said. "She'd appear at the family's well washing bloody clothes, and that told the widow, that her husband had died and come to Morrigan's hall. I think it's your turn now."
"Right, thanks," Eilistraee said as she and Hestia switched places.
"Hmmm, when is the last time you've bathed?" Hestia asked as she got a close look at Eilistraee. "And how long have you been standing there with those wounds?" That was somewhat more of a concern."
"Huh?' Eilistraee blinked. "Oh, I came right here from a battle."
"I see," Hestia said. "We'll just have to fix this then. Now where was that...ah...there it is..." She reached down to pick up a bottle poured some clear liquid over the dark elf's back and rubbing it firmly in.
"Oh, that feels good," Eilistraee sighed as Hestia's hands worked over her shoulders and upper back.
"Yes," Hestia said. "Olive oil is much better for cleanliness than some of these soaps this world develops now. Especially when it is enchanted for healing as well."
"I usually use my own lotions," Eilistraee said, closing her eyes and enjoying the massage. "Mmmm. Where did you learn to give a massage like this?"
"I'm the goddess of housewives, Eilistraee," Hestia reminded her. "I have a lot of hidden assets." She poured out some more oil into the palm of her hand. "Now hold on, this may be a slight shock."
"I'm used to pa...." Eilistraee's eyes widened as Hestia's oil coated hands cupped her breasts and began to firmly and gently work the cleansing and healing oil into her skin, and thoroughly coating every inch of her breasts. "Ooo..aa..."
"I did warn you," Hestia said in a conversational tone. "It shall be over in just a moment."
"I...ah...I...oooo..." Eilistraee fought herself to stay seated and not react to what was almost certainly an honest effort to clean her. Her fingers gripped the stool under her tightly as Hestia carefully covered and recovered her breasts. "I'mmmm...fine..."
"Oh good," Hestia said as she pinched Eilistraee's nipples and rolled them slightly in her hands.
Eilistraee had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Eventually Hestia's hands pulled away as she sought to retrieve more oil, and the lack was almost as much of a shock as the touch had been. She felt quite hot all of a sudden, and swallowed down a desire to ask Hestia to keep doing that.
"You have quite large breasts for an elf," Hestia noted as her hands returned to massaging Eilistraee, trailing along her abdomen and lower back now. She took as much gentle care as she had with the upper chest. "And good birthing hips too."
"uhuhuhuhuhuh," Eilistraee's indrawn breath was further released into a stuttering hiss as Hestia's fingers found and weeded out every tension. "It..nnnn...must be because...ahhh....d..d.d.drow so ferrrrrtile...mmmm...have more children...hhsssss!"
"Ah, that would explain it," Hestia said. Still apparently oblivious to the effect she was having on the elf. "Oh, hmm, there seems to be a little poison here."
"It's not enough to hur..." Eilistraee drew her breath in tight as Hestia's arms encircled her tightly. One hand cupped her breast, while another wrapped around her back and hooked into her inner thigh. Then she felt...something...sucking at the cut on her side. "hhhhhhhn...oooooooooo...hhhhhhhnn...oooooo...hhhhhhnn...ooaaahhh..."
"I think that's the last of it," Hestia said.
"Huh?" Eilistraee asked, feeling very disoriented. "That's it?"
"Oh dear," Hestia said, looking toward where her was draped around Eilistraee's hips. "There's another thing that needs to be taken care of."
The goddess of the hearth circled around to in front of Eilistraee and dipped her head between the drow elf's legs.
Eilistraee snapped out of her daze, her pupils shrank to pin pricks and she opened her mouth in a silent, breathless, scream as the wooden stool under her finally splinttered under the force of her grip.
She fell back and caught herself on the edge of the furo, back to the wall. Hestia followed her with no apparent problem, and her head could be seen frantically working as her hands circled around behind and quite firmly dug into her firm, warrior's ass.
Eilistraee drew several heaving breaths, doing interesting things to her form as she frantically clutched at the back of Hestia's head. Then she tried to scream again, still so shocked that she was finding it difficult to find her voice.
"hnhnhnhn," several more quick gasping breaths followed by "--------------------------------------hnhnhn-----------------------------------------hnhnhnhn"
Her head lolled forward and then whipped back, almost knocking a hole in the furo wall. Only Hestia's grip kept her from slipping into the furo and breaking connection from whatever the woamn had decided "needed to be taken care of."
"------------------hnhnhnhn-----------------eeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" Eilistraee's eyes rolled back as the action of Hestia's head seemed to slow down and Eilistraee's dazed breaths came slower and deeper, as if something had been choking her, and it had now been stopped.
Hestia's head came up then, smiling sunnily and innocently as usual.
"D...did you...hn...get it?" Eilistraee asked, wearily.
"Oh yes," Hestia said, smiling.
"What was it?" Eilistraee asked.
"Your cherry," Hestia answered.
"Oh...HUH?!" Eilistraee stared at the housewife in disbelief.
"Oh," Hestia said. "I suppose you need a little more demonstration."
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The other four goddesses paused in their discussion as Eilistraee limped back into the room looking dazed. They stared at her and the way she was walking and then turned to look at Hestia walking in behind the dark elf.
"Uhh, Hestia," Morrigan said.
"Hmmm?" Hestia asked, turning to face the war goddesses.
"You missed a little, here," Morrigan pointed to the corner of her own mouth and back to Hestia.
"Oh, silly me," Hestia said, reaching up to push the remaining juices into her mouth with her finger. She then turned an innocent seeming smile to the shocked four goddesses.
"Uhhh..." Eilistraee said, trying to find words again. "...Intense..."
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