The last sliver of twilight clung to the horizon, painting the sky above Axel in bruised purples and fading oranges as Kazuma Satou trudged back to the mansion. Another day, another successful (mostly) quest, and another headache brewing thanks to his dysfunctional party. But tonight, the source of his impending migraine was already singing off-key from within their grand, opulent (and often flooded) abode. Aqua.

He pushed open the heavy oak door, the cacophony of Aqua's drunken warbling assaulting his ears. He found her, as expected, sprawled across the plush sofa in the drawing-room, an empty bottle of expensive wine—likely stolen from the cellar—rolling perilously close to the edge of the ornate coffee table. Her signature blue priestess outfit was a charming mess, her skirt slightly askew, revealing more of her toned thighs than usual. Her face was flushed, her usually pristine silver-blue hair a glorious disaster, and her eyes, those beautiful, cerulean pools, were half-lidded with blissful inebriation.

"Kazuma! My loyal peon! You're finally back! Come, celebrate with your magnificent Goddess of Water!" she slurred, her arm flopping dramatically in his direction, nearly knocking over a vase of fresh flowers. He sighed, a familiar, exasperated sound, but a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips. There was an undeniable, irritating cuteness to Aqua when she was like this, a vulnerability that softened her usual boastful, demanding persona. The Damegami, in all her unholy glory.

"Aqua, how much have you had to drink? You're going to regret this in the morning, you know," Kazuma admonished, but his voice lacked its usual bite. He walked over, picking up the fallen bottle and placing it safely away. As he leaned down, a faint, sweet scent of wine and Aqua's natural, clean fragrance wafted up, subtly intoxicating in its own right. He noticed her bare feet, her elegant toes wiggling slightly, and the pristine white socks she had discarded haphazardly beside the couch. He mentally chastised himself for even noticing such trivial details.

"Nonsense! A Goddess has an infinite capacity for joy and… hic!… libations! Besides, it's a celebration! We survived another day in this Kono Subarashii Sekai Ni Shukufuku Wo! Isn't that right?" she giggled, her voice a delightful, slightly off-key chime. She attempted to sit up, a movement that proved far too ambitious for her current state. She wobbled precariously, and without thinking, Kazuma reached out, his hands finding purchase on her waist, steadying her. His touch was firm, yet gentle, and a jolt, warm and unexpected, shot through him.

Aqua stilled, her drunken gaze meeting his. The room seemed to grow quiet, the last echoes of her singing fading into the comfortable silence. Her eyes, usually so full of childish mischief or indignant fury, now held a soft, dreamy quality. He could feel the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers, the curve of her hip beneath the thin fabric of her clothes. Her skirt had ridden up further in her struggle, offering him a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, pale thigh, dangerously close to what lay beneath. His heart thumped a little faster, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest.

"Kazuma… you're so… strong," she whispered, her voice surprisingly soft, almost vulnerable. She leaned into his touch, her head resting against his shoulder. Her silver-blue hair, usually bouncy and vibrant, felt silken against his cheek. He swallowed, the familiar irritation battling with a nascent, undeniable desire. This was Aqua, the useless Goddess, the source of half his problems. Yet, in this moment, she was simply Aqua, a beautiful, slightly fragile girl, leaning on him. And he found himself wanting to hold her closer.

"Hey, don't get too comfortable. You weigh a ton, you know," he mumbled, trying to inject some of his usual gruffness, but his voice was huskier than he intended. Instead of pulling away, Aqua merely snuggled deeper, her hand reaching up to toy with the collar of his adventurer's tunic. Her fingers, cool and slender, traced the sensitive skin of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. The scent of her, now closer, was pure and alluring.

"You always take care of me, don't you, Kazuma?" she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, thick with wine and unspoken emotion. "Even when I'm a total Damegami, you never really leave me alone." Her admission, so raw and genuine, struck a chord deep within him. All the teasing, the arguments, the exasperation… beneath it all, there was an undeniable bond. He looked down at her, her eyes now closed, a faint, contented smile on her lips. He could feel her soft breath against his skin.

Kazuma's hand, still on her waist, moved almost involuntarily, sliding up her back, gently tracing the curve of her spine. Her body was surprisingly soft, yet firm, hinting at the divine strength she possessed, despite her frequent displays of incompetence. He found himself mesmerized by the delicate curve of her neck, the way her hair fanned out around her. His gaze drifted lower, to the exposed skin of her thighs, then to the hem of her skirt. A dangerous thought, forbidden and thrilling, began to blossom in his mind.

He carefully lifted her, surprising himself with the ease with which he carried the seemingly weightless Goddess. Aqua let out a soft, sleepy hum, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. He carried her through the opulent hallways, the silence of the mansion punctuated only by their soft breathing. He wasn't heading for her room, though. His steps took him towards his own, a decision made in a hazy blend of impulse and a desire he could no longer deny. The sheer audacity of it, to carry his Goddess into his own bedchamber, was a thrill in itself.

He laid her gently on his bed, the soft mattress yielding beneath her. Aqua stirred, her eyes fluttering open, now a little clearer, though still hazy with alcohol. She looked up at him, a question in her gaze. Kazuma leaned over her, his hands bracing on either side of her head, trapping her gently. The overhead lamp cast a soft glow, illuminating the delicate features of her face, the way her lips were slightly parted, inviting. He could feel the heat radiating from her, a warmth that seemed to call to him.

"Kazuma… what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice a little steadier now, but still laced with a lingering drowsiness. His gaze dropped to her lips, then flickered back to her eyes, searching for any sign of resistance. There was none, only a curious, almost expectant glimmer. He took a deep breath, the scent of her filling his lungs, steeling his resolve.

"Something I should have done a long time ago," he murmured, his voice rough with suppressed desire. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered his head, his lips brushing against hers. It was a tentative touch at first, soft and questioning. Aqua gasped lightly, her hands coming up to rest on his chest, her fingers clutching his tunic. Then, with a sudden surge of drunken bravery, she kissed him back, a deeper, more passionate response than he could have ever anticipated.

Her lips were soft and pliant, tasting faintly of wine and something uniquely Aqua – sweet and pure. Kazuma deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, asking for entry. Aqua responded immediately, her mouth parting, inviting him in. Their tongues met, a hesitant dance at first, then growing more confident, more urgent. He tasted her fully, savouring the rich, sweet tang that lingered on her breath. A low moan escaped her throat, a sound that vibrated through his chest and ignited a fire deep within him.

His hands moved, sliding from beside her head, down her sides, over the smooth fabric of her dress. He felt the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. He wanted to feel more, to strip away the barriers between them. Aqua arched into him, her body pressing against his, a silent invitation. The kiss grew more fervent, more demanding, their breaths mingling, hot and ragged. He could feel her nails gently scratching his back, a sign of her awakening passion.

Kazuma broke the kiss, pulling back just slightly, gasping for air. His eyes were dark with desire, his gaze raking over her flushed face, her swollen lips. "You're so beautiful, Aqua," he whispered, the words surprising even himself. He had always seen her as an annoying, useless Goddess, a cute but troublesome companion. But now, in the intimacy of his room, under the soft glow of the lamp, she was truly breathtaking. A Goddess of Water, indeed, but one who stirred a very human thirst within him.

Aqua blushed, a deeper crimson spreading across her cheeks, a genuine shyness flickering in her eyes. "Kazuma…" she began, but he silenced her with another kiss, gentler this time, a caress rather than a demand. His hands were already busy, tracing the outline of her priestess outfit, fumbling with the intricate fastenings. With a soft tug, the top half of her dress loosened, revealing the creamy expanse of her shoulders, then the swell of her breasts. His breath hitched.

Her breasts were round and full, tipped with delicate, pale pink nipples that hardened slightly under his gaze. He lowered his head, his tongue tracing a path from her collarbone down to the soft skin between her breasts, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. "Kazuma… that tickles," she giggled, but her fingers were already tangled in his hair, urging him closer. He continued his exploration, his lips and tongue teasing the valley between her breasts, savoring the soft, warm skin. He loved the way her body reacted to his touch, a delightful mixture of innocence and burgeoning desire.

His fingers found the zipper on the side of her skirt, slowly pulling it down. The fabric parted, revealing the smooth skin of her inner thigh, then the delicate lace of her underwear. His gaze lingered there, a tantalizing glimpse of what was to come. Aqua shifted beneath him, her legs parting slightly, an unspoken invitation. He could see the faint outline of her mound beneath the lace, promising a soft warmth. The "upskirt" view was driving him wild.

He knelt beside the bed, his eyes fixed on her. He slowly, deliberately, pulled her skirt up, inch by tantalizing inch, until it was bunched around her waist, revealing her entirely. Her hips, the soft curve of her belly, and then, nestled between her legs, her delicate, glistening pussy, peeking out from beneath the sheer fabric. It was even more beautiful than he imagined, a soft, inviting petal of pink, slightly swollen and dewy. The sight stole his breath away.

"Aqua…" he whispered, his voice thick with reverence and lust. He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he brushed them against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Aqua gasped, her hips instinctively arching towards his touch. He pushed aside the flimsy lace, exposing her completely. Her pussy was perfect, a delicate, pink bud nestled between plump labia, already wet and inviting. He leaned down, his tongue darting out, tasting her. She was sweet and musky, a unique flavor that sent a jolt of pleasure through his entire being.

Aqua cried out, a soft, surprised sound of pleasure as his tongue began to explore her. He licked and suckled, tracing the sensitive folds of her labia, relishing in the way she squirmed beneath him. Her hands gripped the sheets, her fingers digging into the fabric as pleasure rippled through her. He found her clitoris, a tiny, hard pearl, and gently sucked it into his mouth, applying soft, rhythmic pressure. Aqua let out a long, drawn-out moan, her body arching desperately against his face.

"Oh, Kazuma! Oh, yes! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!" she pleaded, her voice breathy and urgent, all traces of Damegami bravado gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated need. He continued his ministrations, his tongue working magic, eliciting wave after wave of pleasure from her. He alternated between slow, deep licks and quick, teasing flickers, driving her to the brink. Her legs parted wider, offering him full access, her hips grinding against his face in silent demand.

A few moments later, her body tensed, a low growl rumbling in her throat, and she cried out, her back arching violently as a powerful orgasm racked her. "Ahhh! Kazuma! Oh, my God! Oh!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with ecstasy, her body trembling violently as she collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He pulled away, looking up at her, a triumphant smirk on his face, mingling with genuine adoration. Her eyes were glazed over, her lips swollen, her face flushed a deep, beautiful red.

"That was just the beginning, Goddess," he murmured, rising and quickly shedding his own clothes. Aqua watched him, her gaze following every movement, her desire reigniting in her eyes. Soon, he stood before her, fully erect, his member throbbing with anticipation. Aqua's eyes widened, a mixture of awe and apprehension in their depths. "Kazuma… it's… big," she whispered, her voice barely audible. He chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound.

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He took her hands in his, intertwining their fingers, and leaned down, kissing her softly. "Are you ready for me, Aqua?" he asked, his voice low and serious. She nodded, her gaze locked with his, a fierce determination replacing her earlier shyness. "Yes, Kazuma. I want you."

He slowly pushed the tip of his cock against her wet entrance, feeling the hot, slick resistance of her pussy. Aqua gasped, her body tensing. He eased forward, inch by painful, glorious inch, until he was fully buried within her. A profound sigh escaped both their lips, a mixture of pain and exquisite pleasure. Her tightness was almost overwhelming, a testament to her untouched purity, a gift he was now claiming.

"Oh! Kazuma! It's so… full," she moaned, her voice tight with sensation, her body clenching around him. He remained still for a moment, allowing her to adjust, allowing their bodies to meld. Then, slowly, tentatively, he began to move, withdrawing slightly and then thrusting back in, setting a rhythm. Aqua cried out, her hips rising to meet his, her hands clutching his shoulders tightly.

The rhythm grew faster, more urgent, their bodies slamming together with increasing force. Aqua's moans turned into passionate cries, her voice echoing in the room. He felt her clench around him with every thrust, squeezing him, driving him deeper into ecstasy. He looked down at her, her face a mask of pure pleasure, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted in a silent scream. She was absolutely divine, a true Goddess in every sense of the word, her body arching and twisting beneath his.

"Kazuma! Oh, yes! Harder! Deeper!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with the intensity of her climax. He responded to her pleas, thrusting with primal force, his body consumed by the fire between them. Their skin was slick with sweat, their breaths ragged gasps, their hearts beating in a frantic, shared rhythm. He felt himself nearing his own release, a powerful, unstoppable urge building within him. He leaned down, pressing his lips to her ear.

"I'm going to cum inside you, Aqua! Right inside your perfect pussy!" he growled, the words thick with raw passion. Aqua gasped, a thrill shooting through her at his confession. "Yes! Kazuma! Give it to me! Give your seed to your Goddess!" she demanded, her voice almost feral. And then, with a final, deep thrust, he unleashed himself, flooding her warm, tight interior with his hot, thick cum. He felt her convulse around him, a second, powerful orgasm shaking her body as his essence filled her. This was the ultimate creampie, a true divine blessing.

He collapsed onto her, their bodies entwined, their chests heaving. The silence that followed was heavy with contentment, punctuated only by their ragged breathing. He felt the warmth of her cum-filled pussy still pulsing around him, a tangible connection. After a few moments, he reluctantly pulled out, leaving her slick and satisfied. He moved to lie beside her, pulling her into his arms, her head resting on his chest.

"Kazuma…" she whispered, her voice soft and sated. "That was… truly divine. Even for a Goddess like me." He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You're lucky I'm so generous, Damegami." But his tone was tender, devoid of any real malice. Aqua snuggled closer, her hand finding his and intertwining their fingers.

"Kazuma," she said again, a new mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'm still a little thirsty. Would you… quench your Goddess's thirst one more time?" He looked at her, then down at his still-semi-hard member. He smirked. "Oh, you want a blowjob now, do you, Goddess?" Aqua nodded, her lips curving into a playful pout. "Only if you insist, my devoted follower."

He didn't need much convincing. He shifted, allowing her to sit up. Aqua looked down at him, her eyes sparkling with renewed desire. She leaned down, her soft hair brushing against his thighs as she took him into her mouth. Her technique was surprisingly good, a natural talent perhaps, or simply the uninhibited desire of a drunken Goddess. She licked and suckled, her tongue tracing the length of him, her warm mouth encompassing him completely. His breath hitched as pleasure coursed through him.

She used her hands to stroke him, her fingers dancing along his shaft, enhancing the sensation. He watched her, captivated by the sight of her beautiful face, her eyes half-closed in concentration, as she worked her magic. Her cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper, her throat working rhythmically. The thought of Aqua, the Goddess of Water, performing such an intimate act, was almost too much to bear. It was an uncensored, raw display of passion, far beyond anything he had ever imagined.

"That's it, Aqua… you're doing so well," he praised, his voice a low growl. She continued, her pace quickening, her lips pulling and sucking with increasing urgency. He felt the familiar surge of pleasure building again, hotter and faster this time. He knew he was close. "I'm going to cum again, Aqua," he warned, his body tensing.

Aqua pulled back just slightly, looking up at him with wide, eager eyes. "Cum for me, Kazuma. Cum in my mouth. Give your Goddess your blessing," she said, her voice husky with desire. With that explicit invitation, he couldn't hold back. With a final, powerful thrust, he poured his cum into her waiting mouth, a hot, milky gush. Aqua swallowed, her throat working, accepting every drop, not spilling a single one. She looked at him, a faint trail of his cum on her chin, a triumphant, satisfied smile on her lips.

"Delicious," she declared, licking her lips clean, her eyes twinkling. Kazuma stared at her, utterly speechless, a mixture of awe and profound satisfaction washing over him. This Damegami, this useless Goddess, had just given him the most mind-blowing night of his life. He pulled her close again, holding her tightly. She was warm, soft, and smelled faintly of sex and wine. "You truly are a handful, Aqua," he murmured against her hair, but there was a warmth in his voice he rarely allowed himself to express.

Aqua snuggled closer, her body molding perfectly against his. "And you, Kazuma Satou, are the only one who can handle your Goddess. Perhaps… this Kono Subarashii Sekai Ni Shukufuku Wo isn't so bad after all, with you by my side." She sighed contentedly, her breathing evening out. He felt her fall asleep in his arms, her presence a comforting weight against him. He knew tomorrow they would likely return to their usual bickering, their roles of exasperated adventurer and troublesome Goddess. But tonight, they were just Kazuma and Aqua, two souls who had found an unexpected, passionate connection in the most unlikely of worlds. And as he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but think that perhaps, just perhaps, this really was a blessing.