Hestia x DanMachi 67P (Patreon)

Hestia stood in the candlelit room, her black playboy bunny suit clinging tightly to her figure. The glossy leotard highlighted her curves, the black pantyhose smoothing over her legs, and her signature blue ribbon accentuated her ample chest. Her cheeks were flushed as she glanced at him, her blue eyes glinting with playful challenge.

“Well?” she teased, placing her hands on her hips and tilting her head. “Do I meet your expectations?”

“You’re incredible,” he replied, stepping closer, his gaze fixed on her.

She smirked, stepping into his space, her heels clicking softly on the floor. “Good,” she whispered, leaning in, her breath warm against his ear. “Then don’t hold back.”

His hands found her waist, pulling her close as their lips collided in a heated kiss. Hestia gasped softly, her body pressing against his as his hands roamed over her hips, sliding under the edge of her pantyhose. “Ahh… you’re not wasting any time,” she murmured, her voice trembling as he lifted her effortlessly.

The suit slipped away, leaving her exposed to his touch. Hestia moaned loudly, her head tilting back as he claimed her completely. “Nghhh… more… deeper,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as their rhythm grew desperate.

“I’m… ahh, I’m cumming!” she cried, her body trembling violently as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He groaned deeply, holding her tightly as he followed, their bodies shuddering together.

Hestia lay back on the couch, her blue ribbon askew, her chest rising and falling. “For a mortal,” she teased breathlessly, her smirk returning, “you’re not bad.”

He chuckled, pulling her close again. “Worshiping you is easy.”