Inner Voice: All Heroines Hear My Inner Voice Chapter 953 953: Two Goddesses at the same time

"That direction... From the Ishtar Familia."

Within the deep, musty prayer chamber beneath Orario, Ouranos' aged eyes fluttered open.

A tremendous surge, born from an eruption of divine might, had rocked him. A resplendent beam of light had ascended, cleaving the night sky, signifying the involuntary ascent of a deity back to the heavens.

However, the specifics remained elusive.

"Fels, a moment to ascertain if Ishtar has indeed been recalled to Tenkai," Ouranos commanded, his voice heavy with concern.

This occurrence was far from trivial, necessitating immediate clarification of its origin.

"Understood, Ouranos-sama. I shall immediately—" Fels' pronouncement was abruptly cut short as he detected an approaching presence.

The encroaching individual seemed to make no effort to conceal their footsteps.

A feminine silhouette, clad in a dark purple combat suit, materialized within the prayer room, a sanctuary presumed to be inviolable.

It was Scáthach.

Having annihilated the Ishtar Familia, this was her sole remaining task prior to her return.

Ouranos and Fels stood frozen, their recognition of Scáthach immediate; she was a known member of the Seiya Familia, Eiji's familia.

Their bewilderment grew: what business did she have here?

"There is no need to dispatch your subordinates to investigate, Ouranos," Scáthach stated with composure, unperturbed by the divine status of her audience. "I have arrived to expedite your understanding."

"Scáthach... a member of the Seiya Familia," Ouranos observed, his demeanor calm despite his inner vigilance. He paid no heed to her address. "What is your purpose here, following the appearance of that pillar of light? Does it involve you or Eiji?"

An unsettling premonition began to form.

His suspicion was soon confirmed as Scáthach responded, "It does indeed pertain to us."

"...." Ouranos.

A wave of faintness washed over him.

Eiji had apparently precipitated a significant crisis!

Given their established alliance, Eiji undoubtedly anticipated his assistance in rectifying the ensuing chaos.

"My objective is straightforward. Ishtar is deceased, and I was the instrument of her demise, acting under Eiji's directive," Scáthach declared dispassionately. She proceeded to elaborate on Ishtar's transgression, detailing the planned assault on their stronghold post-Apollo's banquet and Ishtar's brazen attempt to ensnare her man—ahem, her god—with her allure.

A flicker of concern crossed Scáthach's mind; she hoped she wasn't perceived as overly possessive.

Although, truth be told, she herself had harbored a potent desire to eliminate Ishtar upon learning of her intentions towards Eiji.

Ouranos remained silent for a beat, a question surfacing in his mind. "And the remaining members of the Ishtar Familia?"

"I eliminated them all," Scáthach replied nonchalantly.

"Unaided?"

"Yes."

Ouranos nodded thoughtfully.

Were it not for his divine nature, Fels might have gasped. The woman before him was truly befitting her Level 9 status; she had single-handedly dismantled the Ishtar Familia!

Ouranos absorbed the information imparted by Scáthach, including the matter of Eiji's abduction of Haruhime. While acknowledging Eiji's culpability, he ultimately concluded, "Therefore, this was a conflict between the Ishtar Familia and the Seiya Familia. Ishtar initiated the hostilities, and your actions were purely defensive."

Had Ishtar been present, she would have undoubtedly denounced Ouranos as a blatantly biased elder!

Yet, did Ouranos possess any alternative course of action?

He had none, nor did he desire to condemn Eiji simply due to the 'demise' of a goddess like Ishtar.

Eiji and his familia represented a more critical asset to him. Their potential to conquer the dungeon was paramount.

He held cautious optimism, especially after witnessing the impressive number of floors the Seiya Familia had conquered in their brief five-hour expedition days prior.

"Precisely," Scáthach affirmed, crossing her arms. "Eiji harbors no desire for the random slaying of goddesses, but he will not permit any threat towards his familia."

Ouranos cleared his throat theatrically. "Ahem! I comprehend. Ishtar has merely reaped the consequences of her own actions. I shall refrain from assigning blame to Eiji or his familia for this incident; it was an act of justified self-preservation."

"It is commendable that you understand," Scáthach mused internally that this had transpired more smoothly than anticipated. Ouranos appeared to favor power and advantage, seemingly disregarding true impartiality. She turned to depart, adding, "I have provided you with these details so that you may effectively explain the disappearance of a prominent familia this evening to the other deities. Frame it as an inter-familial dispute, and ensure they are aware of who instigated it."

"Ah," she recalled something abruptly. "Do this tomorrow, not tonight."

Scáthach understood that an immediate summons from Ouranos to the gods and goddesses within Orario would undoubtedly disturb Eiji. After all, she was aware that Hestia and several other goddesses had arranged to stay at his familia's residence for the night.

She omitted this detail when speaking to Ouranos and proceeded to exit the room.

Ouranos felt a sense of confusion. Though he didn't grasp the reason for the postponement until tomorrow, he turned to his subordinate. "Fels, for the present moment... relay a message to all gods and goddesses attempting to contact me. Inform them that I will disclose the specifics of Ishtar's fate tomorrow afternoon."

Fels exerted himself greatly that night. He traversed Orario, making visits to numerous familia households to deliver Ouranos's message.

His immortal nature was a considerable advantage, negating the need for sleep and allowing for uninterrupted 24-hour work. This efficiency was precisely why Ouranos highly regarded subordinates like Fels. Where else could such quality labor be procured at such a modest cost?

He was fortunate.

Speaking of fortune, the person blessed with the greatest luck in the world was undoubtedly Eiji.

Within the Seiya Familia's residence, the alluring women Eiji had brought home were each allocated their own private chambers.

Despite a desire to share his bed with all of them simultaneously, he exercised restraint, ensuring his true intentions remained hidden from view.

It wasn't shyness that motivated him, but rather the necessity of preserving his image in the eyes of the women not yet officially inducted into his harem.

"The moonlight tonight is exceptionally beautiful. A moment ago, a brilliant firework, shining with golden luminescence, graced the sky."

The firework Eiji alluded to was, in fact, Ishtar, whose form disintegrated into a luminous pillar of light subsequent to Scáthach's lethal strike.

He observed this spectacle from the balcony, astride the Goddess of Fertility, his gaze directed toward the distant location of the Ishtar Familia's abode.

"Hnn... Ahh... Ahh... Eiji, does that have any relevance to you? Ishtar... Ohhh! It appears she has been forcefully returned to the heavens." Demeter's breathing was labored, her expression one of intense desire, and she couldn't suppress her repeated moans and climax as she felt a substantial volume of warm fluid ejaculated within her moist core.

How could it be otherwise?

At that precise moment, Eiji was penetrating her from behind, simultaneously caressing her ample breasts.

Both were completely unclothed.

It commenced when Eiji conveyed a message to her, summoning her to his chamber via their Master-Servant contract. Demeter complied without hesitation, arriving adorned in her previous evening attire.

Without preamble, they embraced, engaging in a fervent kiss before shedding each other's garments. And thus, the situation unfolded as it did.

"How could you possibly believe it has any connection to your man? Demeter, it seems my reputation in your estimation is not as esteemed as I believed." Eiji accelerated the rhythm of his hips, his considerable manhood entering and exiting the Goddess of Fertility's intimate passage. "You shall face a suitable consequence."

He grasped a lock of her hair and tenderly nuzzled her damp, pale nape.

Upon hearing this, Demeter's eyes rolled back, her moans escalating in frequency and volume. The overwhelming pleasure she experienced hindered her cognitive clarity. "Mhn... Ohh! Ohh! I was mistaken, Eiji... My dearest, I was merely jesting..."

"Is that so? In that case, I shall be compelled to moderate my pace."

"No, please don't..."

"Oh, and why should I refrain?" Eiji playfully taunted the woman while completely reveling in the contours of her voluptuous physique.

They were engaged in this activity outdoors, yet he had erected a barrier, ensuring no other man could witness his woman's exposed form.

Demeter bit her lip, her voice tinged with a subtle embarrassment. "I find this tempo and intensity most pleasing... Ah... Hnnng... I truly desire for you to be even more vigorous, my darling~"

"The assembled gods and goddesses would likely be astonished to hear such words from the esteemed Goddess Demeter. As a man, my sole endeavor is to fulfill your desires."

How shameless!

You also crave my body with such intensity, yearning for a forceful union.

Demeter's thoughts were a torrent of complaint, yet outwardly, she surrendered her composure, relishing Eiji's uninhibited ardor.

*Plap! Plap! Plap!*

The resounding smacks of flesh against flesh were both powerful and rapid. With each impact, Demeter's rounded buttocks quivered, accentuating the rhythmic thrusts of his enormous member and presenting a captivating view of her partially revealed, delicate pink an*l.

Eiji, overcome with lust, delivered several sharp slaps to Demeter's generous posterior, eliciting even more exquisite moans from her.

The sounds they produced reverberated not only in the vicinity outside the residence but were also audible to everyone within the house.

Artoria, Morgan, Medusa, and even the recently returned Scáthach offered no commentary.

This had become their accustomed reality.

However, the women who had recently begun sharing Eiji's company found themselves unable to remain impassive. Their faces flushed, and sleep eluded them entirely.

Haruhime was no exception.

"Eiji-sama... with whom is he currently engaged? When will it be Haruhime's turn?"

Within the confines of her sleeping quarters, the blonde fox-girl experienced a surge of arousal and sought self-solace. She yearned for her husband's touch but was hindered by shyness, uncertain how to initiate the advance.

Asfi, Shakti, Hestia, and Hephaestus were all in the same situation as Haruhime. However, they were certain that the sounds of pleasure emanating from Eiji's chamber belonged to Demeter.

That goddess was presently engaged in intimacy with Eiji.

They were not so naive as to misunderstand the nature of those sounds!

Envy towards Demeter filled them, and they all secretly wished that if Eiji desired them, they would not refuse.

Eiji: Is that so?

The thoughts of the women were laid bare before him through Rasiel, and a grin spread across his face.

"Wait, why would I even think such a thing about Eiji!?" Hestia thrashed on the plush, oversized bed, her cheeks burning red. She was flustered by her own illicit thoughts.

The demise of Ishtar in the mortal realm was of no concern to her; it had no bearing on her current state.

Her heart was in turmoil, torn between two men: Eiji and Bell. Bell had unfortunately dwindled in significance in her affections, and he was now viewed merely as a member of her Familia.

Realization dawned that she seemed unbothered by the prospect of indulging in lewd activities with Eiji, and Hestia felt a pang of shame.

Yet, her thoughts ceased as a silhouette flickered past her bedroom door, visible through the narrow gap.

"Who could that be? Judging by the direction, it must be Hephaestus."

Hestia recalled that Hephaestus's room was adjacent to hers. Driven by curiosity, she pushed her door ajar, attempting to peer into the neighboring room.

Indeed, she observed her closest friend moving away silently. Hestia restrained herself from calling out, choosing instead to continue her surveillance from behind the wall.

"Where is she heading... Huh? Isn't that Eiji's door?"

Hestia was utterly astonished, particularly when she witnessed Hephaestus knocking on the door and seemingly conveying a message.

"Eiji, it is I, Hephaestus."

"Hephaestus? To what do I owe this visit?"

[Could Hephaestus have misheard the sounds? Demeter and I were occupied. It would be inconvenient for me to dress again. It would be ideal if she joined, allowing me to open the door immediately.]

Eiji's voice, accompanied by his inner thoughts, resonated from behind the door.

Many of the heroines were aware of his current illicit rendezvous with Demeter. Hephaestus, naturally, was privy to this as well, yet she deliberately ventured into the lion's den.

"Forgive my intrusion. I... I merely wished to inquire if you had determined any further compensation you require from me in advance?"

As these words left her lips, the door swung open instantaneously, revealing Eiji in his full, unclothed glory.

Hephaestus gasped for breath, unable to contain her admiration for the male form before her. His sculpted muscles, and even his erect manhood, caused her to swallow hard.

Eiji offered a smile. "You have arrived at a most opportune moment, Hephaestus. Come inside and partake in our company. Do you object?"

"N-No, I... I would be honored to do so for you."

Under Hestia's bewildered gaze, she stepped across the threshold into Eiji's chamber, where Demeter lay in a state of disarray upon the bed.

Hephaestus' face flushed a deep crimson.

Eiji closed the door but deliberately left it ajar, his fervent gaze lingering on the Blacksmith Goddess's posterior.

Soon, reclining on the bed, Hephaestus emitted a muffled groan, her lips locked in a passionate kiss.

"Mmm... Hah... Hah... Eiji..."

The crimson-haired goddess felt a blush creep up her neck, embarrassed by Demeter's watchful presence beside her. Yet, paradoxically, it ignited an intense wave of arousal within her. She embraced Eiji's sturdy back, her hands greedily caressing his form.

She offered no resistance as he tore the hem of her dress and slipped a hand beneath her panties.

Following a period of intimate foreplay, Eiji joined his body with Hephaestus's with penetrating thrusts.

"Ahhhhh!"

A sublime moan escaped her lips, her expression contorting into one of pure ecstasy.

Eiji commenced a rhythmic oscillation of his hips, and his mouth descended to greedily claim her breasts.

In that moment, Welf would have officially been cuckolded, weeping at the sight of his goddess being pleasured by another man.

Eiji reveled in the exhilaration.

Observing the scene, Demeter chuckled. "I never anticipated such a wanton side of you, Hephaestus. How does Eiji's intimacy feel? It is truly magnificent, is it not?"

"Ahh! Ahh! Please avert your gaze, Demeter... but yesss~ It is indeed magnificent!"

Hephaestus responded, her voice thick with a mixture of embarrassment and intensified desire. Not long after, their intimate encounter escalated into a threesome.

Demeter lay atop Hephaestus, their bosoms pressing together, as Eiji simultaneously engaged both their bodies.

Under normal circumstances, the latter feat would have been impossible.

However, Eiji possessed the ability to achieve it. He conjured three ebony phalluses, identical in size to his own, from thin air and manipulated them with his telekinetic powers.

Demeter and Hephaestus were driven to the brink of madness.

Throughout that night, in a multitude of positions, their bodies were subjected to his relentless attentions for hours on end.

The man responsible was none other than Eiji—he was the first individual in the Danmachi world to engage in intimacy with multiple goddesses concurrently.

Should news of this escapade reach the ears of other men, he would undoubtedly become the object of intense, widespread jealousy.

The two goddesses he was intimately involved with, both popular figures, were none other than the goddess of fertility, Demeter, and the blacksmith goddess, Hephaestus.

How many men, or even male gods, would crave to be in Eiji's position?

Eiji lost count of the times he reached climax within Demeter and Hephaestus. Their passionate encounters left their marks on every corner of the bed, the balcony, the walls, and even the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to Demeter and Hephaestus, lost in their own pleasure, Hestia had been observing through the slightly ajar door for quite some time.

Her jaw dropped; as one of the virgin goddesses, she found herself experiencing an orgasm simply from witnessing the scene unfold.

[Our King, why not invite Hestia to join us for a foursome?]

'There's no need to hurry. I want Hestia to offer herself to me willingly. I am certain it will not be much longer.' Eiji responded nonchalantly to Leme's inquiry.

At that moment, he lay back, allowing Hephaestus to take the lead. His member moved rhythmically in and out of her tight rear, while Demeter straddled his face, engaging his tongue with her intimate.

As for Asfi and Shakti? He hadn't forgotten about them, but they were far too bashful to join the goddesses in their revelry.

Eiji resolved to attend to them individually at a later juncture. For the present, he was content that their receptiveness had reached a level where they would no longer be drawn to other men.