Legend of Lust Angel Hestia

The grand hall of the orc god Koraga was not the most luxurious one among the divine beings but it definitely was one of the loudest. The souls of the greatest male and female orc warriors that had ever died were locked in an endless cycle of feasting, brawling, fucking and boasting. Some might have thought the green warriors would have found such an afterlife boring without a true battle but the eternal competition to be the greatest orc who had ever died was more than enough to sate their need to seek glory. Especially since their god watched every match and would be pleased to see a good fight like any other orc.

Though the orcs were not entirely trapped in the hall when it came to entertainment. The walls of the hall were decorated with living paintings that showed the greatest battles any orc had ever taken a part in. And sometimes outside visitors came to duel the orc god or his followers but usually, they were of the invited kind. But this time she was not.

Fallen angel Hestia was on a mission from her dark demonic masters. She had been commanded to acquire the seed of the orc god. And as there was only one way of getting it she had infiltrated Koraga's domain and hoped she could get out alive. After all, what she was asking was not the most prized thing he possessed and she had only gotten this far because he had let her.

Almost like aware that a special show was about to start the attention of most orcs in the hall drifted to the shadow intensifying at the feet of Koraga's stone throne. Hestia emerged from it in a position of respectful kneeling.

"And here I wondered what kind of brave soul dared to enter my domain without asking," Koraga mused as he shifted his large muscular body that towered over every other orc in the hall. Like most of the green-skins, the only armor he wore was his muscles and a simple loincloth. Like his bulk was the only visible authority he needed to inspire awe and submission.

"My apologies, mighty warrior god, I'm simply a humble servant of the demon lords of lust with no name of worth so I had no means to set up a meeting with a glorious divine being such as yourself," Hestia voiced with a polite smile on her beautifully sculpted face while she let her purple eyes to look up. Her silky black hair flowed freely while her seemingly simple purple robe dress with cut sleeves and sides emphasized her hip and plentiful breasts. Due to the side cut up to her hip her lifted right leg in the kneeling position made it clear she wore nothing under the dress when looked at from certain angles.

"I'm not one known of excess formality. State your business and hope it is amusing enough for me," Koraga replied while an oddly existed silence filled the massive hall. Most sounds came from slight movement or the living paintings decorating the side walls. Though distant echoing sounds indicate that the party was still going as usual in the far end of the divine space among the lesser orc champions who had not won the right to sit closer to their god.

"I have come to please your awe-inspiring orchood as a gift from my masters. All they ask in exchange is for me to be allowed to carry all your delicious semen that can fit in my womb back to them," Hestia voiced and like magic, a seam opened into her dress robe to reveal the inner sides of her perky mounds.

"I see you came with terms. As you wish. You may face the current champion of the hall for a chance to claim the prize you seek," Koraga mused and the orcs began moving to form a fighting ring of green muscle in front of his throne.

"There is no need to turn this into a fight. I simply wish to provide you and your mighty warriors some entertainment," Hestia replied with a seductive smile and a slight bend of her hips. Even if she had guessed this might happen she had not been looking forward to it.

"And provide the entertainment you shall, no one has ever gotten a reward in my hall without winning a fight and that is not going to change," the green hulking god announced with an echoing cheer of his mightiest warriors that had ever died. It made Hestia stood up with a sigh.

"I am, Hurak the Minotaur Tamer, state your name so it can be recorded to the wall of challenges as the defeated," a mighty green orc with a dual-bladed battle ax declared. He handled it with one hand like a rubber toy despite its hard steel make that was covered in runes. Just looking at him made easily aroused Hestia swallow her saliva. The only armor he wore to cover his rock-like muscles was padded leather around his hip and a decorated skull helmet.

"Just call me Hestia and I have no intention of losing if you do not use your mightiest tool to fell me," she replied with a slightly tilted smile. Like most orcs, the loincloth armor Hurak used was padded to make his cock look even bigger than it actually was. Though Hestia knew from experience the difference was not enough to cause disappointment.

"The whore of the lust demons has some spirit? Show it to me with your prowess and I might grant you the honor of receiving my mighty tool of destruction," Hurak declared and readied his relaxed battle stance. It made Hestia point her hand at him while shadows around her slithered into humanoid shapes that a moment later charged at the orc. He easily sliced them in half and even punched one of them out of existence. Any one of them could have been enough to defeat most mortal opponents just with a touch alone but this orc was no longer one of them.

"Your tricks have no power here. If you want to win you have to prove yourself like any other," Koraga boomed with an echo of amused laughter from the crowd.

"I can borrow you my ax to make this fight even mildly interesting," one of the audience boomed while Hestia sent a useless barrage of physical shadow bolts only to be dissolved by the aura that surrounded the immortal orc champion.

Hestia closed her eyes with a deep breath. She had known from the start her lesser magic would have no effect in the presence of a true god but she really had not wanted to resort to the remains of her own twisted divine power.

"Holy blade Xanadu, I summon thy might," Hestia declared and purple corrupted lighting sparked around her while a blade of silver manifested into her right hand. It was cracked all around and looked like it would break from a first parry but despite the lighting oozing damage, it would not shatter entirely as long as its bound owner was alive.

"Surprising... your not just a demon but a fallen angel... amusing," Koraga commented and the hall suddenly turned even more silent. Like the interest in the match had multiplied within seconds.

Hestia did not bother retorting and fully focused on controlling her almost chaotic unholy power that kept bursting out of her sword. Though the orc champion was not just going to stare at her like some magical decoration and quickly prepared his ax to a frontal charge like it was a plow. The positioning of his hands hinted that it was simply the first maneuver in a complex attack pattern.

"There is no honor in mercy," Hurak boomed and charged with hard bulging of his green muscles. Hestia did not even try to parry the initial charge but sidestepped it. Though the orc had clearly been expecting it and used the momentum from his charge to rotate his ax after her.

Purple sparks burst out of Hestia's silver blade when she used it to tilt the ax past her. The impact had been strong enough to cause a visible airwave that let her leap a bit in a controlled fashion. Hurak was definitely not holding back so his opponent only had a few options to gain victory. Any escape from the heavenly champion's ax would only be temporary with the ridiculous ease he handled its heavy weight.

Though just the fact Hestia had managed to avoid the first two-stage attack caused some admiration among the audience. Not many of them were able to avoid its fast combination without taking the first wound.

The limited space the green wall of muscle created around the fight limited Hestia's agility and defeat was not an option for her. The lust lords of hell tolerated failure even less than her old god even if they would not abandon her as he had. So she began her counter-attack with an attempt to out rotate around Hurak but the orc's ax almost surpassed her ability to do so.

"Fine," Hestia muttered and leaped back in a way that almost made her ass hit the orc-wall but then she lunged herself straight back at the orc. For a moment it looked like the corrupt angel was going to impale herself into Hurak's ax but then her black wings manifested like large shields around her. One of them blocked the orc's strikes while the other rotated her momentum. It had been a cheap shot but it let her slide her silver blade along the orc's neck while in passing. There was no blood despite purple lighting surging around his body and the minor visual distortion on his skin faded away even before Hestia managed to turn around.

"I admit my defeat, that would have killed me if I had been alive," Hurak boomed and dropped his stance. The audience cheered in their low voices but it was more out of seeing something new than full admiration for the victor who had cut the fight far too short for their liking.

"The victory and the prize are mine, I take it?" Hestia mused and let her wings and blade fade away.

"They indeed are, come to me to claim your prize," Koraga declared with a tone that he used with any champion who had requested him of something. Some of the audience began to turn to what they were doing before but as everybody had heard what the prize was some kept crowding like the show was going to continue.

"Ooh? You want to give it to me in here?" Hestia voiced with a tilted smile even as she heard distant grunting and feral moaning down the hall. She was already liking this orc god more than the boring sun god she had served before her corruption. Not that she had known back then what she was missing.

"I always reward my champions in full view of others to inspire them," Koraga announced and with a snap of his fingers his leather loincloth was gone and replaced by a mighty shaft that made Hestia swallow at first glance. Even his large sacks promised a mighty load as he sat with spread feet.

"Then don't mind if I dig in," Hestia replied with a lick of her soft lips while her dress disappeared to show her shapes in full glory. Then she leaped into the air like to land to sit on Koraga's lap but he grabbed her waist from mid-air.

"What are you doing?" the trapped fallen angel uttered as the strong fingers squeezed halfway around her stomach.

"Giving you your reward, as one tainted by the demons of lust, you might feel... unfulfilled if I don't make sure you feel it up to your core," Koraga explained and used his left hand to grab Hestia's shapely but firm thigh to angle her better. He made her face the audience while her demon corrupted angel vulva was made to kiss the orc god's mighty tip.

Hestia's lips gaped in anticipation while her eyes were filled with glee. The nipples on her large perky breasts were already highly erect to almost match her clit that pulsed below her swollen pubic mound.

"Ooh fuck me, you mighty heavenly lord of orcs," Hestia exclaimed before opening her mouth even more. She knew from experience that a cock of this size would be more than enough to hammer even her elastic immortal body with pressure even if she had not laid with a true god before.

"As is your will, my champion," Koraga voiced with an odd undertone but Hestia did not have the time to focus on it before she was thrust down on hard throbbing divine meat. It burst into her deepest place and made her spat out saliva onto the ground in front of her with a hanging tongue while her purple eyes tilted. Though still there was not even a hint visible on her stomach of what had caused it.

"Who could have guessed, a perfect fit, the unholy blessings of the lords of lust indeed live up to their name," the god mused and let go of Hestia, for a moment the fully stuffed fallen angel simply sat on his cock. She stared into the grinning crowd while her hands moved to feel her smooth athletically toned stomach. It showed no signs of a bulge and her wide stretched pussy made it look like the mighty green brick had literally disappeared after entering her like some unholy miracle.

"I'm glad... your divine... majesty, finds me pleasing," Hestia stuttered a moment before her body convulsed and a spurt of transparent liquids was shot out of her pussy to spill down the stone throne. It warranted a few grunts from the audience but it was clear they considered it just a small part of the show.

"It would seem you are the one who finds this more pleasing," Koraga voiced. Hestia was leaning against his muscular torso almost like a wet noodle. It would not have been wrong to guess that her upright position was mostly warranted to the rock-hard cock lodged into her body.

"I would not dare... I simply wish to... serve," Hestia replied with heavy drooling. Her face was completely broken with feral lust that had nowhere to hide.

"You wish to serve?" the god teasingly asked. He had assumed his usual position on the throne and the fallen angel sat on his lap like cock-holster doll. A concept that did not escape even her mind.

"I am but a humble holster... to serve your pleasure," Hestia exclaimed. She was not even trying to stop her drool from falling on her breasts and flowing between them on her stomach that her hands were holding.

"Well then, serve me," Koraga boomed. There was not even a hint of pleasure on his green brutish face from having his erect cock fully trapped inside a perfectly matched fallen angel hole of unholy pleasure.

"I am," Hestia replied. Through her lust engulfed mind a hint of confusion visited her glazed eyes. Her pussy pulsed hard enough to almost twitch her toes with every surge of ungodly pleasure that no mortal could even dream of surviving. So she was barely able to think what else she should do besides exist to be a tool to be used.

"Then why aren't you moving to serve me?" the green god asked. There was an increased aura of authority in his tone. It sent a wave down Hestia's spine and made her want to obey anything the owner of the hard throbbing meat instead of her would tell her. Image of her cowgirling Koraga on the throne filled her mind and she wanted to make it true.

"I will," Hestia declared in a moment of clarity when she realized what was required of her by the mighty orc god. But as she tried to move her legs that were just spread above Koraga's mighty thighs they only trembled like puppets that had lost their strings.

Sudden panic and despair filled Hestia's purple eyes and lifted them up from their glaze. A god had once again given the fallen angel a task and just thinking the possibility that she would disappoint him filled her with fear. So next she tried to move her hands put they only fell down from her stomach to meekly stroke against the base of the god's thighs.

"I can't, please... just use me," Hestia uttered with her first tears. This had happened to her only once before, the day her last god had abandoned her to the lords of hell. Sure she was not an angel of this orc god but still, his divine presence felt familiar to her. It was something even being corrupted by demons would never make her forget.

"Begging gets nothing from me, take what you want from me by yourself," Koraga boomed and the audience cheered. Hestia's attempts to move only stirred her inner walls with the cock and let out squirts of juices that almost flowed down the stone throne like a small stream from a puddle along a rock.

"Just use me... you want this too," Hestia almost sobbed. She tried to move her legs again but she only managed to make them fall between the orc's thighs to the pussy juice soaked stone.

"Don't assume to know what a god wants. Only think what you want," Koraga replied with a grin. It looked like he was far more amused by the strange inner conflict of the fallen angel than what was happening to his cock.

"What I want?" Hestia uttered like just thinking an answer to that question had made her tilt. Though it was combined with an especially strong throb of her clit that had been caused by a small twist of the cock. The more she tried to move by herself the harder it became for her to focus on it.

"Do you want more of me?" Koraga asked and the angel froze if not counting her twitching toes and pulsing pussy.

"More?" Hestia voiced. She was asking it as much from herself as from anybody else who would want to answer for her. She lived to obey and to experience untold pleasure with her tainted body filled with eternal lust.

"If there is something you want and the only thing you lack is power. Then I can help you but you must do it yourself," Koraga replied. The crowd of orcs was staring at the fallen angel like they were waiting for the answer as much as their god.

"What do you mean?" Hestia asked. Her eyes were trailing into a muscular orc warrior who was clearly holstering his cock into a female warrior of the same tall height even as both of them stared at the one sitting on Koraga's lap.

"Prove to me you are worthy of having more," Koraga boomed and orchis grunting rose in agreement around the hall.

"I am not..." Hestia began but even before she finished she knew it to be a lie. Something that had laid dormant deep in her mind was suddenly awakened again. A hint of purpose that was her own and not just something she had been told to do by her masters. Oddly enough once she accepted it, it allowed her to draw even more from it and it turned familiar, like she had felt it before.

"I want this... divine cock," Hestia panted and she suddenly had the strength to move her limbs. "I want it to move inside of me. I want to feel more of it."

"That's the spirit," Koraga mused and some of the audience cheered even as Hestia barely managed to support her legs and hands to lift her ass just a bit. The first move up was not much but it was enough to give her confidence she would be able to do a bit more.

"I'm doing it... I'm serving it... I'm serving," Hestia uttered while her thoughts drifted to the time she had faithfully served the sun god. This was not exactly the same but it still made her smile while her legs got enough strength to drag the cock partly out of her. Her back still leaned against Koraga's muscles but her hands and legs were lifting her slowly but surely.

Though when Hestia barely managed to get half of the juice soaked cock out of her a sense of loss made her stop. Even without forming the words in her mind, she knew she wanted to take it all back in. Koraga's divine orchood was filling her like no demon cock had ever been able to do. It was not just a mass of pleasure giving raw meat but something more.

"The thing about angels is that they can only fall if their god abandons them so they can be taken by any god," Koraga voiced seemingly out of nowhere even before Hestia had even let herself hope to be reclaimed. A hope she had never let herself even think before this day.

"What's your... point? No god would claim a demon corrupted angel," Hestia flared with anger in her tone even as a few tears dripped down her cheeks. There were only a few things that shook her more than being subjected to false hope.

"I would not say that. As I became a god through my own merit, I was not there when the angels were originally created and distributed," Koraga voiced while Hestia tried to slide back into his cock. But strong hands took grips around her thighs and lifted them up to spread them.

"You can't mean," Hestia exclaimed with dilating eyes while she was once again begin handled like a toy. Hope swelled deep inside of her almost enough to mitigate the loss from half of the cock leaving her.