I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

“Thank you for the meal❤️,” she purred, her voice husky, her tongue darting out to lick the remnants of my release from her lips. The sight of her, disheveled and utterly debauched, left me breathless, and I couldn’t help but wonder how soon I could taste her next.

Khillea’s lips curled into a sly smile as my fingers fumbled with the waistband of my pants, ready to leave this heated moment behind. But her hand shot out, firm and insistent, gripping my arm with a strength that could’ve bent steel. Her voice was low, edged with a sultry defiance.

“What are you doing, Nathan?” she asked, her eyes dark pools pulling me in.

I frowned, confused by her persistence. “What do you mean? It’s over.”

Her laugh was soft, like velvet laced with a challenge. “Over? You didn’t fuck me yet.” Her words, so brazen, hung in the charged air between us.

I exhaled sharply, fighting the surge of heat that rose within me. “You’re pregnant, Khillea,” I said flatly, like a shield to push her back. “It’s dangerous.”

Her head tilted, the corner of her lips twitching upward as if I’d told a ridiculous joke. “Dangerous?” she repeated, incredulous. “For who? The baby?” Her laughter now was richer, teasing. “You’re already worrying like a father. How cute.”

“It’s not about being cute,” I shot back, feeling my irritation edge into my voice. “I’m not risking it.”

Khillea’s fingers brushed against my chest, trailing down with a deliberate slowness. “Nathan,” she murmured, voice a gentle coaxing flame. “Don’t you trust me? My body is stronger than you seem to think. You know what I am, don’t you?” Her gaze burned into mine, her confidence unshaken.

I swallowed hard. Of course, I knew. She was more than mortal, born of a goddess, carrying the bloodline of legends. But even gods had vulnerabilities, didn’t they?

“Still,” I began, hesitating.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. “Hera herself blessed me,” she whispered, her voice dripping with certainty. “She said my child will be born strong, unharmed. So stop worrying.”

I blinked, startled. Hera? She’d sought divine assurance for this?

“I promise you,” she said, her fingers gliding lower, brushing over the strained fabric of my pants. “This might be the last time we share something like this. Don’t waste it.” Her voice softened, but her hand didn’t, slipping down with deliberate pressure until it was impossible to ignore the building ache she incited.

She met my hesitant gaze with fiery determination. “Just this once,” she urged, her hand slipping beneath my waistband, fingers wrapping around me with a possessive stroke that left me gasping. Her touch, so confident, so demanding, shattered the fragile wall of my resolve.

“Khillea—” I began, only to be cut off by her wicked grin. “If you’re so worried about the baby,” she purred, her lips grazing my jaw, “there’s another way.” Her fingers tightened, drawing a guttural groan from me as she pressed closer, her hips brushing against mine.

My voice was a ragged whisper. “What way?”

Her laugh was pure temptation. “You’ve got another hole to fill, don’t you? You know that hole that you haven’t fucked yet~~” she murmured, her tone daring me, taunting me.

My cock throbbed in her grip, the blood rushing south faster than reason could protest. The promise in her voice, in her eyes, consumed me, leaving no room for doubts, no space for second thoughts.

“You’re incredible,” I growled, my lips finally crashing against hers as her fingers worked me with expert precision.

She pulled back just enough to smirk, her tongue darting out to trace the corner of her lips. “Then show me. Fuck my ass like you mean it.”

“I will,” I replied, my voice a low growl as a wicked grin spread across my face. I swept her into my arms with effortless strength, her soft body yielding against mine. The memory of our previous encounter here burned in my mind, and I moved us toward the bed, anticipation simmering in the air like electricity before a storm.

When I laid her down, the sight of her was too tempting, too intoxicating. My hands moved with greedy intent, seizing her delicate dress. With a single, savage pull, the fabric yielded, shredding apart to reveal her glorious form beneath. Her radiant body lay bare before me, her swollen belly a testament to what we’d shared, and her full, luscious breasts seemed to beg for my touch, her nipples already taut and inviting.

I couldn’t wait, couldn’t hold back another second. My lips found one of her breasts, capturing her nipple in a hungry kiss. I sucked deeply, my tongue swirling over her, savoring the warm softness of her flesh. To my shock—and delight—a thin stream of sweet milk flowed into my mouth, its taste surprising and utterly addictive. The flavor made me crave more, my need becoming primal.

“Haaaaan❤️, yes!” Khillea cried, her moans piercing the air as her milk spilled forth, her body arching into me. Her pleasure made me ravenous, and I doubled my efforts, my hand massaging her other breast, teasing it until another stream of warmth dripped over my fingers. I was insatiable, my lips dragging across her skin as I devoured her offering.

“Yes! Hnnmmhh❤️! More! Suck me, suck my nipples more!” she begged, her voice trembling with unrestrained desire. Her body quivered beneath my touch, her hips writhing on the bed as her heat soaked the sheets below. The fragrance of her arousal, rich and intoxicating, filled the room.

I couldn’t ignore it any longer. Shifting slightly, I reached down, my hard cock brushing against her dripping entrance. Her slickness coated me instantly, her arousal spilling like honey to welcome me, her heat almost scalding. I teased her folds with deliberate slowness, letting my tip graze her clit, her juices spreading across my length like the finest lubricant.

“Haaaah❤️, Nathan! Please! F-fuck me!” she moaned, her voice breaking as her legs parted wider, her body pleading with mine to take her. “I need it! I need you… inside me! Haaah, please!”

I smirked, savoring her desperation, the way her body trembled as I adjusted her position. Her legs rose, her thighs pliant as I draped them over my shoulders. I grabbed a cushion, lifting her hips higher, angling her for my pleasure—and hers. As I prepared to sink into her, my gaze fell lower, to the tight, untouched star nestled between her perfect cheeks. Her virginal hole clenched slightly as though sensing my attention.

My thumb found her there, pressing lightly, teasing her entrance with the gentlest pressure. Her body reacted instantly, a tremor rippling through her as her hips bucked upward. “Hnnnmmm❤️❤️, Nathan!” she gasped, her hands gripping the sheets. Her hole fluttered, tightening under my touch but then softening, inviting.

I couldn’t resist. Using her slick arousal, I coated my thumb, circling her tight ring until it gleamed, the tension in her body melting as I worked her open, just a little. “You’re perfect,” I murmured, my voice thick with lust. “Relax for me, Khillea.”

“Haaaah❤️, I can feel it… I can feel your heat… f-fill me!” she whimpered, her voice cracking as I guided the head of my cock against her soaked pussy while my thumb continued its relentless exploration.

Her moans grew louder, her body melting into mine as I began to push forward. But I held back, teasing her, drawing out every ounce of anticipation. “Not so fast,” I whispered, one hand massaging her breast while my lips brushed her ear. “I’ll take every inch of you, but you need to relax for me completely.”

Khillea nodded, her breath ragged as she willed her body to relax, her hips trembling with both anticipation and fear. I could feel the subtle softening of her tight entrance, her body beginning to yield. Slowly, carefully, I pressed forward, my dick poised against her untouched anal hole. The moment her tense muscles gave way, I knew it was time.

My tip breached her, and her reaction was immediate—a sharp, guttural moan tore from her lips, loud and raw, her head snapping back as her wide eyes locked onto mine. “HAAANGHNNNN!!!” she cried, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and ecstasy. Her walls clenched around me, impossibly tight, gripping me with a pressure that was almost maddening.

I paused, allowing her time to adjust, feeling the pulsing heat of her contracting around just the head of my cock. Her ankle twitched, her toes curling as her body instinctively fought to close around me. “Khillea,” I murmured, my voice thick with both lust and restraint. “You’re incredible… so tight, so perfect.”

Her nails dug into the sheets as if clinging to the last threads of sanity, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip hard enough to turn it pale. “NHGHHNNN!!” she whimpered, her thighs quaking as I pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch, her small hole stretching to accommodate me. Her second virginity was mine, the tight, velvety walls clamping down, giving no quarter. The sheer pleasure of her resistance was intoxicating, and I had to fight not to lose myself entirely in her.

Halfway in now, I stilled, savoring the way her body trembled beneath me, her back arching as though trying to escape the overwhelming sensation while her hips betrayed her, tilting upward for more. Her moans grew frantic, her lips parting to release short, broken cries of pleasure. “HAAAN…. HAA! OOOOH! HAAAAN!!” she gasped, her voice a symphony of surrender and need.

“Khillea,” I whispered, my hand moving to her flushed cheek, brushing damp strands of hair from her face. “You’re taking me so beautifully.” I kissed her temple, grounding her in the storm of sensations, letting her know I was with her, guiding her through it.

When I was buried deep enough, I stopped, letting her body acclimate to the stretch. Her hole fluttered around me, squeezing rhythmically as if testing the limits of what it could handle. Her breaths were shallow, her chest heaving as sweat glistened on her skin, highlighting every curve of her trembling body. “Are you ready for me to move?” I asked, my voice low, my restraint hanging by a thread.

Her response was immediate. “Haaa…yes…Nathan…do it. Fuck me…fuck my ass…” she whispered hoarsely, her words a desperate plea.

I pulled back slightly, feeling her tightness drag against my length, the sensation almost unbearable. Then I pushed in again, a slow, deliberate thrust that made her whole body jolt. “HAAAA!! OOOOH, YEEESSSS! NATHAAAAN!” she screamed, her voice ragged and wild, her hands fisting the sheets as I set a rhythm, slow and deep, letting her feel every inch of me.

Her body began to move in sync with mine, her hips lifting to meet my thrusts as she gave in completely, surrendering to the exquisite agony of being filled so completely. Her moans grew louder, her cries echoing off the walls as I claimed her ass, each movement sending ripples of ecstasy through us both.