The air in Axel was stifling, even for an Arch-priestess of the Axis Cult as magnificent and deserving of adoration as Aqua. Another disastrous quest with Kazuma had left her not just filthy, but spiritually drained. The slime dungeon had been particularly… slimy, and not in the charming, easily purified way. No, this was the stubborn, clingy, almost-sentient kind of slime that mocked her divinity with its stickiness. Retreating to a secluded, natural hot spring nestled deep within a less-travelled part of the forest, Aqua sought solace. She had found it by pure luck, a small, steaming pool fed by a trickling waterfall, hidden behind a thicket of ancient, moss-covered trees. Perfect for a solitary, much-needed purification.

Slipping out of her soiled divine robes, which she disdainfully tossed onto a nearby rock, Aqua sighed with profound relief as her bare skin met the steaming water. The heat enveloped her, a gentle caress after days of grime and indignity. She closed her eyes, letting the mineral-rich water soothe her aching muscles and frayed nerves. Her hair, usually a vibrant cerulean, shimmered in the dappled moonlight filtering through the canopy above, looking almost ethereal as it floated around her. This was the life a goddess deserved, she mused, not constantly being dragged through mud and slime by a pathetic shut-in like Kazuma.

A faint rustling in the bushes broke her reverie. Aqua, ever the Drama Queen, gasped dramatically, splashing a little. "Who's there?!" she demanded, her voice echoing with a mix of genuine surprise and her usual haughty indignation. "Show yourself, you common peeping tom! Do you not know whose divine presence you are intruding upon?!"

The rustling intensified, and then, a figure emerged. He was enormous, easily twice Kazuma's width, with broad shoulders and a chest like a barrel. His short, dark hair was messy, and a thick beard covered his jaw, giving him a somewhat wild, unkempt look. He wore simple, worn leather armor, and carried a large, rather crudely fashioned axe slung over one shoulder. His face, though rugged, held a surprisingly gentle, almost sheepish expression. This wasn't some perverted adventurer, but a burly woodsman, perhaps, or a local hunter. He looked like something out of a Snegovski comic, all exaggerated musculature and surprisingly soft eyes beneath bushy brows.

"Apologies, miss," the man rumbled, his voice deep but not unkind. He scratched his head, looking genuinely embarrassed. "Didn't know this spot was taken. Usually, it's pretty quiet. Just… needed a good soak after a long day of trapping." He gestured vaguely with his thumb towards the forest, a faint blush creeping up his tanned cheeks. Aqua, for her part, simply stared, her mouth slightly agape. A man? And such a *rough* looking one at that! It was scandalous!

"Well, it *is* taken, you oaf!" Aqua huffed, crossing her arms over her breasts, which, even underwater, were perfectly pert and tempting. "By a magnificent goddess, no less! Now, be a good commoner and avert your gaze while I finish my purification. Or perhaps you'd like a divine smite for your troubles?!" She punctuated her threat with a small, defiant splash, which only served to make her look more adorable than menacing.

The man, whom Aqua mentally dubbed 'Gorn' in a moment of parodic whimsy, chuckled softly, a low rumble that vibrated through the forest air. "A goddess, eh? Never thought I'd see one bathing in the wild. But… you certainly look the part." His eyes, a warm hazel, lingered on her, not with lecherous intent, but with an admiring, almost curious gaze. Aqua felt an unfamiliar tingle deep within her, a strange mix of annoyance and… something else. Admiration? From this barbarian? It was preposterous! And yet, she couldn't deny the warmth in his gaze.

Gorn took a step closer to the pool, then hesitated. "Look, I really don't mean any harm. I'll just… dip my feet in over here, if you don't mind. Long trek, you see. My feet are killing me." He pointed to a small, shallower section of the spring, a good distance from Aqua. Before she could protest, he started to unlace his boots, his movements slow and deliberate, giving her ample time to object. But something held her back. The sheer absurdity of the situation, a goddess sharing a hot spring with a common, burly woodsman, struck her as hilariously undignified and yet, strangely compelling. This was almost like something out of one of those vulgar parody comics Megumin occasionally snuck into the room.

Aqua huffed, a theatrical sigh. "Fine! But don't you dare look at me, you hear? A single glance and I'll turn you into a newt! A very ugly, wart-covered newt!" Gorn grinned, revealing strong, white teeth. "Wouldn't dream of it, miss. My eyes are firmly on my aching toes."

Despite her threats, Aqua couldn't help but steal glances at him as he slowly, almost reverently, removed his worn leather jerkin and then his shirt. Beneath the rough fabric, his torso was a testament to hard labor – powerful muscles rippled across his chest and arms, scarred but well-formed. He was undeniably attractive, in a raw, primal way that made Aqua's divine senses a little… confused. Her usual disdain for mortal men seemed to waver, just a fraction. This was definitely not Kazuma's scrawny frame, nor Dust's leering vulgarity. This was a man carved from the very earth.

As he lowered himself into the water, with a soft groan of pleasure, a wave of displaced water splashed gently towards Aqua. It carried with it the scent of pine, damp earth, and something uniquely masculine – a clean, natural aroma that was surprisingly appealing. Aqua frowned, trying to maintain her indignant facade, but the scent was intoxicating, mingling with the natural sulfur of the spring. "Mind your splashes, brute!" she snapped, but her heart wasn't quite in it. Her gaze kept drifting towards him, observing the way the water clung to his beard, the sheen on his muscular shoulders.

A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the gentle gurgle of the spring and the rustling of leaves. But the silence wasn't empty; it was filled with an unspoken awareness, a simmering tension that Aqua, despite her divine naivety, recognized as something profound. Gorn seemed content, his eyes closed as he leaned back against the rocks, steam rising around his impressive form. Aqua found herself studying him, observing the rise and fall of his chest, the way his wet hair fell across his forehead. It was an odd feeling, this quiet appreciation for a man who, by all accounts, should be entirely beneath her notice.

Suddenly, Gorn shifted, his eyes still closed. "You know," he murmured, his voice soft, "you're quite beautiful, even for a goddess who threatens to turn folks into newts." Aqua's eyes widened, a blush instantly blooming across her cheeks, even her earlobes turning a rosy pink. "W-what did you say?!" she spluttered, indignation momentarily overcoming the sudden flush of pleasure. "You were looking! You promised not to look!"

Gorn opened his eyes, a mischievous glint in their depths. "Didn't say I wouldn't *think* about looking, or about what I heard. And my ears are pretty good. The way you were splashing, it was hard not to imagine." He chuckled again, a deep, resonant sound. Aqua felt a shiver run down her spine, a strange mix of outrage and excitement. This man, this commoner, was openly flirting with her! It was scandalous! It was… thrilling. This wasn't how a goddess of Konosuba God's Blessing On This Wonderful World was typically treated, not by anyone other than perhaps Kazuma's crass remarks, but this felt different.

Emboldened by a strange, new confidence, or perhaps just her usual impulsive nature, Aqua decided to retaliate. With a flick of her wrist, a small, perfectly spherical ball of water shot towards Gorn. He reacted instantly, catching it in his hand. He looked at the water, then back at Aqua, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. "Oh, a water fight, is it, Goddess?"

Before Aqua could prepare another attack, Gorn lunged. The water parted around his powerful frame as he closed the distance between them with surprising speed. Aqua shrieked, a mix of genuine surprise and theatrical delight, as he reached her, his large hands gently but firmly gripping her waist. The contact sent an electric shock through her system. His skin was warm and rough against her smooth, goddess flesh. She could feel the hard planes of his stomach pressing against her own, the thick muscles of his thighs brushing her legs beneath the water.

"Let go of me, you ruffian!" she cried, but her struggles were weak, almost playful. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden intimacy. This was it, the kind of situation Megumin would mock, yet a part of her was intensely curious, deeply aroused. She found herself pressed against his chest, the warmth of his body radiating through the water, engulfing her.

Gorn's gaze was intense now, no longer merely admiring, but hungry. "You wanted to purify something, didn't you, Goddess? Well, I've got plenty of… sin… that could use a good cleansing." His voice was a low growl, sending shivers trailing down her spine. His fingers, surprisingly gentle despite their size, began to trail upwards, from her waist to her ribs, then paused just beneath the swell of her breasts. Aqua gasped, her breath catching in her throat. Her body, the one she usually only used for silly poses and dramatic pronouncements, was tingling, coming alive in a way she'd never experienced.

He leaned closer, his warm breath ghosting over her lips. "Unless, of course, you'd prefer to indulge in a little… divine corruption instead?" His lips brushed hers, a feather-light touch that promised so much more. Aqua's eyes fluttered shut, her mind reeling. Divine corruption? This was an absurd parody, a comic twist on her sacred duties. But her body wasn't laughing; it was burning, aching for more. She let out a small, involuntary whimper.

Gorn took that as his invitation. His mouth descended, claiming hers in a deep, passionate kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft, yet firm, moving against hers with a practiced ease that made Aqua's head spin. He tasted of the spring water, of masculine musk, and something wild and untamed. Her hands, which had been weakly pushing against his chest, now found purchase, gripping his powerful shoulders, her fingers digging into the hard muscle. She kissed him back, tentatively at first, then with a sudden surge of primal hunger that surprised even herself. Her goddess pride was forgotten, drowned in a torrent of burgeoning desire.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips, then plunged inside, meeting hers in a dance of raw passion. Aqua moaned, a low, throaty sound that was entirely new to her. His hands moved, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples through the water. Electric sensations shot through her core, settling deep within her belly. She arched into his touch, a silent plea for more, for deeper intimacy. The warm water of the spring, which had initially been soothing, now felt like a second skin, heightening every single sensation.

He lifted her slightly, pressing her body even closer to his. Aqua wrapped her legs around his waist, instinctively, her slick goddess thighs brushing against his strong, submerged ones. She felt the undeniable hardness of him pressing against her mound, a thick, insistent bulge that made her shiver with anticipation. This was so improper, so utterly un-goddess-like, yet every fiber of her being screamed for it. This was Konosuba, after all, where nothing ever went according to plan, and even a goddess could fall into a ridiculously erotic situation.

Gorn broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to gaze into her sparkling, desire-filled eyes. "You're truly magnificent, Aqua," he breathed, his voice hoarse with passion. "More beautiful than any legend." He lowered his head, trailing kisses down her jawline, along the graceful curve of her neck, making her arch her back and expose herself further. His lips found the sensitive skin just below her ear, and he nibbled gently, sending another wave of exquisite pleasure through her.

His hands, still cupping her breasts, began to massage them, expertly teasing her nipples until they stood taut and engorged. Aqua cried out softly, her fingers tangling in his wet hair, pulling him closer. "G-Gorn… oh, Gorn…" she whimpered, her divine composure utterly shattered. She was a goddess of water, and now she felt like she was drowning in a sea of pure sensation.

He lifted her again, carefully, until she was straddling his lap, her wet pussy pressing firmly against his erection. The friction, even through the water, was electrifying. Aqua instinctively began to grind against him, a desperate, almost animalistic movement. The warmth of the water, the slickness of their skin, the raw power of his body beneath hers – it was overwhelming, exhilarating.

"You want this, don't you, Goddess?" he whispered, his voice laced with a playful challenge that mirrored her own personality. "You want to be… defiled by a common man?" Aqua glared at him, but there was no anger in her eyes, only burning desire. "Defiled?! I am purifying your sins, you insolent brute! And if that requires… physical contact… then so be it!" It was a pathetic excuse, even to her own ears, but Gorn merely chuckled, a low, sexy sound.

He gripped her hips, tilting her just so, aligning them perfectly. Aqua gasped, feeling the tip of his hardness press against her throbbing entrance. Her own body was already slick with arousal, the warm spring water acting as an additional lubricant. She felt a primal instinct take over, her hips bucking, a silent plea for him to enter her. "Please… Gorn… please…" The words were torn from her lips, a desperate plea for the sensation she now craved above all else.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Gorn entered her. Aqua cried out, a mix of pain and pure ecstasy. He was large, filling her completely, stretching her in a way she'd never imagined possible. The feeling was incredible, overwhelming, a profound invasion that sent sparks of pleasure radiating through every nerve ending. She clamped her legs around his waist, burying her face in his shoulder, muffling her desperate moans.

"So tight, my Goddess," Gorn groaned, his voice rough with his own pleasure. He paused, letting her adjust, giving her time to accept his full length. Aqua felt her body clench around him, accepting, embracing this incredible invasion. The initial discomfort quickly faded, replaced by an intense, all-consuming pleasure that made her hips move instinctively, urging him on. "Move… please… move…" she begged, her voice ragged.

Gorn began to move, slowly at first, then picking up a steady, rhythmic pace. Each thrust was deep, powerful, driving her against him, sending ripples of sensation through her core. Aqua clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders, her head thrown back as she surrendered to the exquisite sensations. The water swirled around them, an intimate, warm embrace that amplified every touch, every friction. She could feel his thick erection gliding in and out of her, rubbing against her sensitive clitoris with every movement, bringing her closer and closer to the precipice of orgasm.

"Oh, Gorn! Yes! Faster!" she cried, her voice echoing in the secluded spring. She was a goddess, completely undone by a mortal man, and in that moment, she didn't care. All that mattered was the incredible pleasure, the way his body moved with hers, the raw, primal connection. This was a comic, almost absurd turn of events for the Great Aqua, but it was also the most real, most intensely pleasurable experience of her divine life.

He sped up, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. Aqua responded with equal fervor, her hips bucking wildly, meeting his every move. Her moans grew louder, more uninhibited, a symphony of pure ecstasy. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her, building to an unbearable peak. Her entire body trembled, her muscles clenching around him, trying to pull him even deeper.

"I'm… I'm going to…!" she gasped, her voice choked with pleasure. Just as the words left her lips, a wave of intense, blinding pleasure washed over her. Her body convulsed, her inner muscles milking him, drawing a ragged groan from Gorn. She screamed, a long, drawn-out cry of pure, unadulterated bliss, as orgasm seized her, shaking her to her very core. It was an explosion of divine energy, a purification of the most carnal kind, leaving her weak and trembling in his arms.

Gorn, too, let out a guttural roar, his body tensing, as he poured his seed deep inside her, his climax powerful and all-encompassing. He collapsed against her, his chest heaving, his breath hot against her ear. They remained intertwined, suspended in the warm embrace of the spring, their bodies slick with sweat and the clear water, their hearts hammering in unison.

After a long moment, Aqua stirred, a soft groan escaping her lips. She felt utterly spent, yet incredibly satisfied. Her body throbbed, a pleasant ache that hummed with the afterglow of their passionate encounter. She lifted her head, looking at Gorn, whose eyes were now soft and filled with affection. A faint, knowing smile played on his lips. "Well," he murmured, his voice still a little hoarse, "was that enough purification for you, Goddess?"

Aqua swatted his arm playfully, a weak but defiant gesture. "Hmph! You call that purification? That was… that was an aggressive attempt at corruption! But I, the Great Aqua, goddess of water, managed to withstand your vulgar advances! Barely!" Despite her words, a genuine smile touched her lips, and her eyes, still hazy with post-orgasmic pleasure, betrayed her true feelings. She leaned her head against his chest, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart. It was surprisingly comforting.

Gorn chuckled, wrapping his arms more tightly around her, pulling her close. "You withstood nothing, my beautiful Goddess. You surrendered. Gloriously." He kissed the top of her head, a tender, possessive gesture. Aqua blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the hot spring. It was an unfamiliar, yet deeply pleasant sensation, a romantic glow that settled deep in her soul.

They remained in the hot spring for what felt like hours, simply holding each other, the moon casting long shadows across the forest floor. Aqua, despite her usual complaints and demands, found herself enjoying the quiet intimacy. She even allowed Gorn to gently caress her, his large hands stroking her hair, tracing patterns on her back. The initial shock of the encounter had faded, replaced by a lingering tenderness and a profound sense of satisfaction. This was an unexpected side quest in Konosuba God's Blessing On This Wonderful World, one she hadn't anticipated, and one that had certainly purified her… in more ways than one.

Just as Aqua was beginning to drift off, nestled comfortably against Gorn's warm body, he spoke again, his voice a low rumble. "You know, Goddess, I think I could get used to this kind of 'purification' ritual. Maybe we should make it a regular thing?" Aqua, her eyes still closed, offered a small, sleepy smile. "Hmph! As if! A goddess of my stature would never stoop to such… repeated indignities. Unless, of course, your sin is particularly stubborn and requires… extensive divine intervention."

Gorn laughed, a deep, rich sound that filled the night. He knew, and Aqua knew, that her protests were merely a cover for her newfound, delightful desires. As dawn began to break, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, Aqua, the magnificent, useless goddess, reluctantly extricated herself from Gorn's embrace. But before she fully stepped out of the water, she turned back, a sly, almost mischievous glint in her eyes. "Don't expect me to wait around, you know! A goddess has duties! Important, divine duties! But… perhaps… if you're ever in Axel… and happen to have a truly monumental amount of sin… you could always look me up." She tossed her head, her wet cerulean hair splashing playfully, before gathering her divine robes with a renewed, if slightly wobbly, sense of purpose. As she walked away, a new spring in her step, Aqua couldn't help but wonder what other 'purifications' this strange, wonderful, and utterly ridiculous world had in store for her. The thought, unexpectedly, made her smile.