I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Astynome’s lips parted, delicate yet quite deliberate as they moved over the slick, sensitive flesh of my shaft. Her mouth felt different—softer, more hesitant than Charybdis’s eager hunger—but there was a kind of understated allure in her reluctance, a sweet contrast that made my spine tighten. Each time her lips slid further, they brought a pulse of pleasure, an edge of excitement at her exploration. My cock, still coated with Charybdis’s warm saliva, gleamed between her parted lips, catching the light in a way that only heightened the intensity as Astynome’s mouth enveloped me.

“Hmmm~~” Astynome’s eyes fluttered closed, a small moan escaping her, her pink lips sealing around my length. She began with a slow rhythm, the hesitant flick of her tongue just barely grazing the head, tasting the lingering traces of my previous release, hesitant yet driven. Her tongue curled, tentatively at first, then with growing boldness, tracing each contour, each ridge, tasting me in a way that sent shivers racing through every nerve ending. The wet, lewd sounds of her lips against my shaft filled the air—soft, rhythmic, like the slow ticking of desire growing into need.

“Sluuurp~~… mmmhmm,” she hummed, the vibration sinking deep into my skin. Her left hand, tentative but curious, stretched forward to rest on my thigh, a touch both possessive and yielding. Her fingertips pressed into my flesh as she steadied herself, her nails grazing my skin lightly. Her eyes opened halfway, stealing a glance up at me, before her mouth tightened, sucking harder, taking me deeper.

But the gentle touch of her mouth was soon matched by the sultry presence of Charybdis, who was on her knees beside Astynome, the hint of dissatisfaction on her lips of being left alone as she leaned in close. Her eyes flashed with a knowing glint as she began nuzzling down, pressing her face against my thighs, her mouth a hair’s breadth away from where Astynome’s lips worked up and down my shaft. She let her tongue slip out, teasingly licking the underside, her warm breath mingling with Astynome’s.

“Hamnnn~”

“Gluuuurp!”

And then, Charybdis’s mouth found my balls, soft lips grazing them before her tongue lavished slow, deliberate strokes, each one hotter than the last. Charybdis licked, sucked, and savored, treating each moment like a gift she intended to unwrap with relish.

“Ooh…” I couldn’t hold back a groan as both their mouths worked in tandem, as if in sync, Astynome moving with steady, rhythmic strokes, her mouth forming a tight, slick seal that slid up and down, while Charybdis’s lips and tongue teased, lapping, and suckling in contrast, creating an endless cycle of pleasure that left me gripping their hair in one hand each, guiding them closer. I stroked their heads, feeling their soft hair tangle around my fingers, gently pressing them down, encouraging their mouths to sink further, to move faster, my hips involuntarily thrusting forward to meet them.

“Sluuuurp!”

“Hmmpff!”

Astynome shuddered, adjusting to the increasingly fervent pace as her lips took in more and more of my length, her tongue circling the head with practiced finesse. She grew more daring, her hesitation melting away in the face of her own growing hunger. Charybdis shifted slightly, her mouth opening to take one of my balls entirely into her mouth, her tongue swirling as she suckled.

The anticipation had roared in me for so long that every lick from Charybdis set my nerves on fire, her tongue dragging slow and wet along the tight skin of my balls, her breath hot, pulling me to the brink. My cock throbbed in Astynome’s warm mouth, her tongue dancing along the underside, flicking every sensitive spot as she took me deeper, her lips stretched tight around me. I couldn’t resist; my hips bucked, driving myself further down, her mouth stretching to accommodate the insistent push. Half of my shaft disappeared past her lips, pressing into the tight heat of her mouth. Her eyes shot up to meet mine, glassy and damp, her lips parting slightly wider as if surrendering to my rhythm.

“Hmnnffh!!” Astynome whimpered, a soft sound muffled by the fullness in her mouth, her lips swollen and red, wrapped tight around me. Her small hands slid to my thigh, nails digging in lightly as she steadied herself, as though she could handle everything I wanted to give. I grinned, a feral sort of satisfaction curling in my chest as I buried my fingers in her hair, pulling her head forward, driving my cock further toward the back of her throat.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you, Astynome?” I growled, voice thick with need, watching her eyes water, lashes damp as I thrust, each movement making her mouth stretch and strain around me.

“Glughhh! Sluuuurp~~~—gluuuuurp~~~” she gagged, her throat convulsing around the tip, and still, she didn’t pull back, her tongue pressing along my shaft even as she choked. Her cheeks hollowed with each pull, the wet sounds of her mouth obscene, echoing in the hall fortunately filtered by the noise of the feast.

“Sluuurp❤️~”

And all the while, Charybdis didn’t relent, her mouth greedy, sucking each ball, running her tongue over the sensitive flesh, leaving me trembling, gasping, on the edge. Her lips pressed tighter, sucking with a force that seemed almost to pull the breath out of me, each kiss warm, wet, and devastating.

“You really love my cock, don’t you, Astynome?” I taunted, feeling her body respond, her lashes fluttering, mouth sealed around me. She couldn’t answer, couldn’t nod—her only reply was a muffled moan, her throat squeezing tight around the head each time I thrust.

“Hmmpff~~~… Hmppff!…Hmppfff!” Astynome’s lips moved in desperate rhythm, her body trembling slightly as I went faster, my hips grinding forward, demanding all of her, letting the tightness of her throat squeeze every inch as I went deeper. Charybdis’s mouth wrapped around me like a vice, her tongue circling the base, hot and insistent, making my balls tighten, begging for release.

My breath hitched, grip tightening in Astynome’s blond hair, and I thrust one final time, feeling her throat clench as I held her in place.

“Hmnnphhh!!!”

“T…Take it, Astynome,” I growled, my voice a low rasp as I emptied, thick ropes shooting deep, her throat accepting every drop. Her eyes went wide, glassy, a dazed look of exhaustion and satisfaction mingling, the flush on her cheeks unmistakable.

The room hung thick with tension, heavy breaths mingling in the dim, heady air as I kept myself buried in Astynome’s warm, pulsing mouth. Every second stretched deliciously as she worked her lips around me, her cheeks hollowed, flushed a delicate shade of pink as her eyes squeezed shut, focusing solely on accepting my semen.

“Huff!!”

Time seemed to blur, my mind a haze of heat and soft, wet pressure, but suddenly, her fingers tightened, tapping desperately against my thigh, urgency flooding her touch. She was struggling, her breathing shallow, and I felt her quiver as her endurance finally gave way. Her cheeks were a vivid red, almost feverish, her chest heaving as she strained to keep up.

Reluctantly, I pulled myself free, the departure punctuated by a slick, satisfying pop that echoed through the silence. She gasped the instant I withdrew, her mouth red and glistening, releasing a hoarse cough that racked her slender frame. She wasn’t used to it, not like Charybdis, who could take me so deeply without a moment’s hesitation. Astynome’s delicate form, Apollo’s blood in her veins or not, lacked the practiced, resilient touch Charybdis had honed over countless evenings of surrender and excess. Still, there she was, raw and yielding, challenging herself to keep pace.

“Hmnpffff?!!”

But barely a second had passed when her wide, bewildered eyes shot open. Charybdis had leaned in from the side, her fingers curling around Astynome’s flushed cheeks, pulling her in close. Before Astynome could even process what was happening, Charybdis’s lips sealed over hers, a deep, claiming kiss that left no room for protest. Astynome’s muffled gasp filled the space between them, her hands twitching in surprise, completely taken aback.

“Sluuuurp!!”

Charybdis moved her mouth with languid expertise, coaxing Astynome’s lips open wider, her tongue slipping inside with an unmistakable confidence. It was a dance, slow and wickedly deliberate, as if she were savoring every inch of Astynome’s mouth. She pressed deeper, stealing the traces of my semen from her, flicking her tongue to catch every hint of me that lingered. And then, shockingly, Charybdis began pushing it back—pressing my release further down Astynome’s throat with a possessive fervor, not allowing a single drop to escape.

“Hmmnfff❤️~~~~”

Astynome, still dizzy, whimpered in that close, intimate grip, her pupils dilated, as if Charybdis’s every advance tethered her senses into some dazed helplessness. I could see her body slackening, the last of her resistance fading as she submitted to Charybdis’s lead.

I watched, utterly captivated, as Charybdis and Astynome shared an intimate moment. Their lips moved together, exchanging both their passion and the traces of my essence, with Charybdis taking the lead in this forbidden dance. A silken strand slipped between them, tracing a path that glistened as it caught the light.

A few drops lingered, slipping slowly from the corners of their lips. One bead traced the curve of Astynome’s chin before falling delicately onto her breasts, where her collarbone and skin met just above her partially exposed breasts. Meanwhile, a single drop slipped down from Charybdis’s chin, leaving a faint trail down the front of her blue dress, the dark fabric catching hints of white as it absorbed the mark. The colors contrasted so vividly, giving the moment an oddly powerful elegance.

My gaze traveled over their faces and lingered on their lips, which had once sucked eagerly to mine but were now locked in a newfound intimacy with each others. The sight stirred something deep within me, and I could feel my dick hardening again.

With a final, sensual pull, Charybdis broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva lingering between them before falling.

“Haaaa~~~”

Astynome, her mouth swollen and dazed, struggled to catch her breath, her tongue sliding across her lips, which were now flushed with a deeper shade of pink. Charybdis leaned back, as she lifted a finger to catch the final remnants, savoring the taste with a casual flick of her tongue.

“Don’t waste a drop,” she said seriously.