I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

“Fuck me,” Cleopatra hissed, voice ragged and face fully blushing. “Now.”

I climbed over her, lined up with her dripping entrance, and—

“As you wish, my Queen,” I murmured, voice low, guttural, reverent and ravenous all at once, my hands planted firm beside her hips, caging her beneath me as I stared into those bottomless, amber eyes. My cock throbbed, the tip slick with need, brushing her soaked folds—heat meeting heat—until it nestled right at her entrance, where her tight virgin opening glistened, untouched, unclaimed. Until now.

Her body tensed, breath caught, thighs wide in offering yet trembling. I could feel her heartbeat through her cunt, every pulse beating against the crown of my cock like a secret rhythm begging me to take her. I gripped the back of her thigh with one hand, the other sliding beneath her ass to angle her just right. My hips rolled forward, slow at first, but insistent. Pressure. Resistance. Her breath hitched.

Then I thrust.

“AAAAAAAHHHNNN!” Cleopatra’s scream split the air like a lightning strike, her nails digging into my back as I pushed through the barrier of her virginity, her hymen tearing around my cock with a sudden, sharp jolt of pain and pleasure fused into one blinding instant. She clamped down around me, tighter than anything I’d ever felt, her pussy squeezing me in pure reflex, impossibly warm and wet and vice-locked.

Blood smeared against my shaft as I buried myself deeper, inch by inch, gritting my teeth at the overwhelming tightness, the heat, the raw sensation of taking her first. Her mouth hung open, eyes glassy, tears brimming—but not in sorrow. She was panting like she’d run a war campaign barefoot, her body shaking beneath me as she processed the intrusion.

“Ffffuck… so… big…” she whimpered, her voice cracking, hips twitching, caught between instinct to flee and the deeper craving to be filled. Claimed. Owned.

I held still, buried halfway inside her, letting her adjust, letting her nerves sing their chorus of pain and ecstasy through her bloodstream. I leaned down, kissed her jaw, her throat, her shoulder—soft, slow, anchoring her in flesh while my cock throbbed inside her soaked, virgin channel.

“You’re mine now,” I whispered against her skin, and her body quivered like a plucked string.

Then I drove in the rest of the way.

“AAAHNNNNGHHH—!!” she shrieked, back arching clean off the bed as I bottomed out, the head of my cock slamming against her deepest wall. Her cunt clenched around me like it was trying to crush me, drown me in that tight, bleeding heat. I stayed deep, letting her feel every inch inside her, the stretch, the pressure, the complete and utter fullness that no man before me had given her.

I started to move.

Slow. Grinding. Pulling halfway out and slamming back in, making her cry out with every thrust. Blood slicked her folds, mixed with arousal, turned into the raw nectar of defloration. Her voice cracked and rose, breathy sobs of pleasure tearing from her throat.

“Ah—ah—AHHhnnn—hhhhh—yes—yes gods yes!” she wailed, wrapping her legs tighter around me, hips rocking back to meet my every plunge despite the sting, despite the soreness, the overstimulation. Her nipples brushed against my chest, hard and slick from before, her hands in my hair now, tugging, pulling, desperate for more.

I slammed into her harder.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

“Haaaan❤️! Haaan❤️! Yeees! Oooh! HAAAAAN❤️!!

Thrust after thrust, deep, cruel, worshipful. The bed rocked, sheets twisted around us, my hips slapping against her ass in a steady, rhythmic frenzy. Each time I bottomed out she gasped, her voice catching like she couldn’t believe it still fit. And it did. I made sure of it.

“You feel that?” I growled against her lips as I fucked her, each word punctuated by another thrust. “That stretch? That fullness? No one else will ever make you feel this again.”

“No one,” she choked out, eyes wide, voice wrecked, pussy spasming around me. “Only you—only—nnnhaaAHH fuck, don’t stop—”

Her walls fluttered around me, clamping tighter, gripping like a fist, and I knew she was close again. Her legs locked around me, body coiling, and I angled my hips up, grinding her clit with every plunge now, pounding her sweet spot until she was sobbing.

“Cum for me, Queen Cleopatra,” I snarled against her throat, tongue licking the sweat off her skin. “Show me how your virgin cunt cums on my cock.”

She shattered.

“AAAAAHHHHNNNNNNNN—!” her scream ripped straight from her soul, body convulsing as she came around me, cunt squeezing, milking, gushing. Wetness sprayed around my cock, flooding my balls, soaking the sheets beneath her. Her back arched high, hands clawing my back, her entire body trembling under the force of her first true orgasm with a man buried in her deepest core.

She was still clenching, crying out, when I grabbed her hips and started fucking her harder.

No mercy now. Just dominance. Claiming.

Slap slap slap—my hips crashed into hers, her thighs slapping against me with every brutal thrust. Her tits bounced beneath me, mouth open, eyes rolled back, hair fanned across the bed like a halo of sin. She was a goddess beneath me, destroyed and exalted.

“Take it. Take all of it.” My voice was feral now.

She moaned—”YESSS❤️❤️!”—and that was it.

I exploded.

My cock jerked inside her, then thick ropes of cum shot deep into her, flooding her womb, claiming her from the inside. I groaned into her shoulder as I emptied myself, pulse after pulse of hot seed pouring into her tight, spasming pussy.

She gasped, body twitching, feeling it—feeling me fill her—and whimpered.

It was done.

She was taken.

And she was still cumming. Still twitching. Still locked around me like her body didn’t want to let me go.

But I wasn’t done.

Not even close.

“I expect more from a Queen.”

The words rumbled from my chest like thunder rolling over a battlefield, low and unforgiving, crackling with heat. Cleopatra blinked up at me, breath ragged, her mouth parted, smeared with the taste of her own cries, her chest still heaving, glistening with sweat and pleasure—but her body slack, almost sated.

Almost.

Not yet.

I gripped her hips and flipped her with a single, brutal motion, dragging her down the silken sheets by her waist until her ass was up, proud and bare, her legs still trembling beneath her. Her face hit the bed with a muffled moan, her hands clawing at the linens as she tried to rise.

“No,” I smirked, pressing her shoulders down, forcing her head into the mattress while her ass stayed up like an offering. “Stay like that. On your knees. Present it.”

A strangled whimper escaped her throat. Her cunt glistened between her thighs, the folds flushed, raw and open, painted with my cum and her blood and her ruin. Her pussy lips were swollen, twitching involuntarily, dripping trails down her inner thighs. She looked divine—defiled and begging for more.

I ran my hand over her ass, palming the curve, spreading her cheeks wide so I could stare. Her pussy was a masterpiece, wrecked and perfect, and her tight little asshole winked at me above, untouched. I spat once, the saliva gliding down her crack, pooling where her holes glistened. She shivered.

“You’ll take it again,” I growled, lining my cock back up, smearing the tip through the mess of her slit. “And this time, you’ll scream my name.”

“Ahhnn… yess… please…” She moaned into the mattress.

I slammed into her.

“AAAGHHHHNNN!” she shrieked as my cock speared her from behind, driving in to the hilt in one vicious thrust. Her body rocked forward under the impact, her breasts mashing into the bed, hands scrambling for purchase. Her cunt gripped me like a velvet vice, her walls sucking me in, still tender from the first time but slick enough to welcome me.

I began to move.

Hard.

Rough.

PAH! PAH! PAH!!

My hips smacked her ass, skin on skin echoing through the chamber like applause for her surrender. The bounce of her cheeks was hypnotic, flesh rippling under each thrust, and I watched, mesmerized, as my shaft disappeared into her again and again.

“Is this all you’ve got?” I hissed, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back so I could hear her cries unmuffled. “You’re Cleopatra. A Queen. Act like it.”

She tried to moan an answer, but all that came out was, “Aahhhh—ffuckk—more—give me more—!”

Her back arched, ass slamming into me now, fucking back with desperate rhythm. Her cunt was a dripping mess, cream and cum mixing into slick froth that coated my cock with every slam. Her thighs trembled again, body threatening to give out, but I held her up by the hips, fucking her through the collapse.

“That’s it,” I growled.

“HAAAAN❤️! HMNNNN❤️! HAAAN❤️!” she gasped, voice hoarse, tears leaking from her eyes as pleasure overtook her again.

My balls slapped her clit with each plunge, wet squelches rising with every stroke, and I could feel her building again, her walls fluttering, spasming.

“You gonna cum again, Queen Cleopatra?” I whispered, leaning over her, biting her shoulder.

“AHHHnnnn❤️ fuck—fuck I—I—!!”

She exploded.

Her entire body spasmed beneath me, cunt locking tight, wetness gushing out as her climax hit like a thunderstorm. She screamed into the sheets, muscles clenching, her legs shaking like they might give out completely. I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her through it, cock pistoning into her soaking, overstimulated cunt, milking every last cry from her lips.

Throughout the whole session, she kept moaning like a bitch and I was pretty sure every last of her people outside the tent had heard it.