I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

“Haaaan!” she cried out, her voice breaking as another surge of cum sprayed out, a spurt of her juices splashing against my face like a mini fountain, soaking me. I didn’t flinch; I just let it hit me, my face drenched in her release as I looked up at her.

Her eyes were glazed over, her body trembling, lost in the haze of pleasure I’d drawn out of her. She looked like she was floating, somewhere between this world and the next, her mind fogged by the relentless waves of orgasmic bliss I had forced upon her.

Pulling my head back, I took a moment to observe Azariah as she lay before me, her chest rising and falling with heavy, labored breaths. Each exhale seemed to echo her exhaustion and satisfaction, her body still shivering from the aftermath of her release. Her skin was slick with sweat, glistening in the dim light, the sheen only making her appear more alluring, more irresistible.

The sight of her in this state—so vulnerable, so lost in pleasure—only fueled my desire to go further, to take her completely.

Wiping my face with a nearby towel, I discarded it without a second thought, my attention fully locked onto her. Her legs were still trembling, her body unable to settle from the intensity of the orgasm that had just ripped through her.

Between her thighs, her cum continued to drip down from her swollen, sensitive pussy, pooling onto the sheets beneath her and even spilling onto the carpet, evidence of just how thoroughly I had worked her.

“How are you feeling, Azariah?” I asked, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Mnnn~ goo…ood… really… good…” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, still tinged with the lingering haze of pleasure. Her lips curled into a lazy smile, her body utterly relaxed, her mind seemingly drifting somewhere far from here.

The sight of her legs trembling, her body limp, and her juices running freely from her pussy down to the edge of the bed—it was lewd, absolutely filthy, and it drove me wild.

Without wasting another moment, I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself in front of her, hands on her hips as I moved her to the center of the mattress. She barely reacted, too lost in the afterglow to offer any resistance. Her eyes were still closed, her expression soft and blissful.

“I’m removing your dress. You will feel better without it,” I told her.

“Hmm,” she hummed in response, giving a slight nod, her face still flushed from the pleasure. She wasn’t even paying attention to what I was saying, her mind clearly still caught in the remnants of her orgasm.

I smirked, my fingers curling around the fabric of her dress. Instead of taking the time to unfasten it properly, I simply tore it apart, ripping the delicate material right down the middle with ease. The sound of fabric shredding filled the room, but I was careful, making sure not to hurt her as I stripped her bare. The dress fell away in pieces, leaving her fully exposed beneath me.

I tossed the tattered remains to the side, my eyes now free to roam over every inch of her body.

And fuck, what a sight it was. Azariah’s naked form was breathtaking, her skin pale and smooth, her curves soft and inviting. Her large breasts, though not overwhelming in size, were more than a handful, and they rose and fell with each ragged breath she took. Her nipples stood erect, hardened from both the cool air and the intensity of the moment, begging for attention.

Unable to resist, I reached out and cupped her breasts in my hands, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh as I began to massage them, savoring the warmth and elasticity beneath my palms. Her body responded immediately, a soft moan escaping her lips as her back arched slightly, pushing her chest further into my hands.

“Hmnn~ yesss, do it… hmnn~” Azariah’s voice was breathy, filled with need as she bit her lip, her hands reaching up to grasp mine, urging me to continue. She wanted more, craved more, and her touch was desperate, guiding me, begging me to give her what she needed.

Her breasts felt perfect in my hands, the nipples stiffening under my touch as I kneaded the flesh, relishing the sensation. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, teasing them, and each time I did, a shiver would run through her body, her hips bucking slightly in response. Azariah bit down harder on her lower lip, her moans becoming more insistent, her desire written all over her face.

Leaning down, I let my voice drop to a hushed, commanding tone, the kind that sent shivers down her spine. “Do you want to get fucked, Azariah?” I whispered into her ear, letting the deep rumble of my voice linger in the space between us.

Azariah’s eyes fluttered open, her breath catching in her throat as she swallowed hard. There was a moment of hesitation in her gaze, but the desperation quickly overtook it. Her lips parted, and the words spilled out, breathless and needy. “Yes… fuck me… please~” she begged, her voice trembling with anticipation.

I smirked, savoring the sight of the once proud Demon Princess now laying beneath me, pleading for something she could no longer deny. “As you wish, Princess.” My voice was low and rough, the words carrying a dark promise as I spread her legs wide, positioning myself between them.

My cock, already painfully erect from everything that had led up to this moment, twitched with the need to bury itself deep inside her.

Gripping my shaft, I guided the head of my dick to her wet entrance, teasing her, coating the tip with her slick juices. Her pussy was already drenched, her body betraying just how much she wanted this despite her previous protests.

“Aaahn❤️~” Azariah moaned as soon as the hot, swollen head of my cock grazed her entrance, her body reacting instantly, a shudder running through her from head to toe.

I didn’t thrust in just yet. No, I wasn’t going to make it that easy for her. I dragged the tip of my cock up and down her slit, teasing her, watching as her pussy leaked more juices with each graze of my glans. Each time I pulled away, I could hear the faint whimper in her throat, the frustration building as I refused to give her what she was begging for.

My cock was coated in her arousal, slick and ready, and still, I waited.

Gripping her breast with one hand, I kneaded the soft flesh, feeling her nipple stiffen against my palm. My other hand remained on my cock, guiding it, teasing her opening with deliberate strokes. “Are you ready, Princess?” I asked, though the desperation in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.

“Yes~ pleeeease!” she cried, her voice high-pitched, almost frantic. Her hips bucked against me, seeking more contact, and I could tell she was at her breaking point. I had teased her too long, driven her to the edge, and now she was desperate to be filled.

I took that as my cue. Without warning, I pushed the head of my cock into her pussy, thrusting past the tight, slick entrance.

“UGHNNNN!” Azariah’s eyes shot wide open, her face contorted in a mix of shock and pain as my thick shaft stretched her pussy. The sudden intrusion forced a cry from her throat, her body tensing as she tried to adjust to the size. Her tight, untouched slit clung to me, resisting, and I could feel her virgin walls struggling to accommodate my girth.

“Just one more,” I growled, pushing deeper, my cock sliding further inside her as her body tried to reject the overwhelming sensation.

“It H…HURTS! AGHNN! HGNNNN!!!!” Azariah’s voice cracked as tears streamed down her face, her hands gripping the bedsheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. The pain was evident, but I couldn’t stop. Blood leaked out from where my cock had torn through her hymen, the final barrier of her innocence shattered as I claimed her.

Pulling back slightly, I gave myself a moment to regain control, watching her wince, her face a portrait of raw emotion—pain, confusion, and something deeper, something primal that was beginning to stir beneath the surface. Then, without hesitation, I thrust back into her, harder, deeper, filling her completely.

“AGHNNNNNN!” Azariah let out the loudest groan I’d ever heard from her, her body lifting off the bed as my cock plunged all the way inside her, her mouth forming an ‘O’ as the shock of the force hit her. Her whole body trembled as she took the full length of me, and I could feel her walls clenching tight around my cock, her pussy trying to adjust, but the damage was done.

A moment later, she collapsed back onto the bed, her body limp as the tension bled out of her. I leaned over her, brushing a strand of her white hair from her tear-streaked face, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

“It’s over,” I whispered, my lips grazing her ear as I kissed away the salty tears that had fallen in the heat of the moment.

“Uuuhnnn, haaan~” Azariah moaned, her voice soft and incoherent, but despite the pain, there was a small, satisfied smile on her lips. The tears still glistened in her eyes, but the worst of it had passed. She was mine now, claimed in every sense of the word, her body no longer her own.

I wasn’t finished, not by a long shot. My cock was still buried inside her, hard and throbbing, eager for more, but I paused, remembering how brutal I’d been with Semiramis during her first time. Guilt flickered for just a second—an unusual feeling for me.

My emotions had been all over the place ever since being betrayed by the Divine Knights, and I’d been reckless. But after meeting Ayake and Akane, I’d regained some balance, some control over myself I suppose.

Azariah, though… she was mine now, in every way that mattered. And there was no going back.

I can be all the more rough after she recovered.

Now with that done, direction Troy.