I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Her tunic bunched around her waist. Her sex was glistening, wetness smeared across her folds, her clit flushed and begging. I knelt between her thighs, stroking them slowly, spreading them wider as I leaned down and blew lightly on her soaked pussy, watching her shudder.

“Septimiusss~ haaaan~~ please… please… touch me… fuck me already!”

Her chest heaved, flushed and damp with sweat, hair clinging to her temples as she lay stretched across the feather-stuffed bed. Her tunic had fallen in disarray—bunched above her waist, baring the creamy length of her thighs and the glistening slit between them, while above it hung loose around her hips, her breasts exposed, swollen, gleaming from my tongue’s earlier worship. Her nipples were flushed dark and glistening with saliva, peaks stiff, quivering with each ragged breath she took. The bedsheets beneath her were damp where her juices had soaked through, an imprint of need stained into white linen.

She was still touching herself, fingers lazily swirling over her clit, smearing the slickness that leaked out of her like honey from a broken comb.

I growled low in my throat and took her hand away, pinning her wrist to the bed. Then I lowered my mouth between her thighs and gave her a single, slow lick—long, deliberate—my tongue tracing from her dripping entrance up to her throbbing clit, collecting the mixture of sweat, arousal, and the faint metallic tang of anticipation.

“Nhyaaa—!” Fulvia cried out, hips jolting up as her legs spasmed around my shoulders.

I licked my lips slowly, savoring her flavor as I pulled back and stood.

My fingers undid the ties of my pants, and the thick shaft of my cock sprang free, flushed deep red, veined and pulsing with blood. Fulvia’s eyes widened the moment she saw it, lips parting in awe, or maybe fear. Her cheeks flushed deeper, her thighs instinctively pressing together for a moment before they parted again in silent invitation.

“This is… so big,” she whispered, her voice trembling, eyes glassy with wine and arousal.

“It’ll be inside your little pussy soon,” I muttered, gripping the base of my cock and bringing the head to her slick folds. I nudged against her entrance, smearing the weeping tip across her labia, coating myself with the slick mess dripping out of her.

She gasped, her hips twitching as I teased her. My cock rubbed up and down her entrance, warm fluids streaking my length. Her arousal soaked me, dripped down my shaft, and with each pass, I pressed a little harder, letting the weight of my cock threaten her.

Her breathing hitched as I leaned over her, grabbing one of her pale thighs and lifting it to rest over my forearm, spreading her wide. I looked down between us and watched her cunt glisten, her inner lips swelling pink, trembling in anticipation.

“It’s going to hurt,” I said quietly, voice more a warning than a threat, though the smirk on my lips told another story. “Get ready.”

Fulvia nodded faintly, swallowing hard. Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears, but they didn’t come from fear. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly as she exhaled.

“Hn…”

Her entire body was tense, bracing.

I didn’t wait.

In one fierce thrust, I pushed forward, driving my dick into her tight virgin cunt with a single, unrelenting stroke. The resistance was immediate—tight muscle squeezing, flesh not yet used to such an intrusion. Then, that telltale barrier gave way under the force of my cock.

“NGHHHHAAAAAA!!” she screamed, arching off the bed, voice raw and torn from her throat as her body convulsed under me.

Her nails clawed at the sheets as I buried myself deep, forcing past the torn resistance of her virgin walls, plunging into her until my cock was buried to the hilt, the base pressed against the flushed lips of her pussy. The heat inside her was blazing, the squeeze of her walls like a fist around me.

“It—IT BURNS—AAAH—mnnggghhh!!”

I clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling the sound, her screams too sharp, too loud, echoing in the room like a siren. Her voice vibrated against my palm as her body trembled, legs kicking weakly.

She was clenching around me hard—flesh spasming in tight waves. Her inner muscles sucked at me involuntarily, each flutter a wave of exquisite pressure around my thick shaft.

Her eyes rolled back, teeth biting into her own lip beneath my hand as she tried to cope with the overwhelming invasion—pleasure and pain mixing into a haze.

I grunted, feeling the way her body tried to adjust, to accommodate. She was impossibly tight, velvet walls dragging over every inch of me, still twitching from the shock. Her pussy throbbed around my dick, spasming like it wanted to force me out—but I wasn’t going anywhere.

I stayed still, letting her feel every inch of me deep inside. The tip of my cock was pressing against the back of her womb, nestled against her deepest part.

My hand left her mouth for a moment, trailing down to her chest, and I bent down to kiss her—soft at first, gently, as if to calm the riot inside her. She whimpered into my mouth. Her tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t push me away. She clung to me.

“You’re taking it so well,” I murmured against her lips, “So fucking tight… you’re squeezing me like you were made for this.”

“Hnnnn… haahh… mmmnn…” Fulvia panted, her breath hot against my face, lips parted as she tried to speak but couldn’t find the words. Her body was adjusting, bit by bit, to the thickness stretching her open.

I kissed her again, deeper now, tongue sliding against hers, and she answered, her hips twitching upward instinctively.

Without pulling out, I leaned down further, mouth descending to her chest, and I took one of her flushed nipples into my mouth. I suckled deeply, tongue circling, teeth gently teasing.

“Hmmmf~” she moaned again, body twitching under me. Her legs lifted, wrapping loosely around my waist.

I could feel the change—the moment pain began to blur with pleasure. Her pussy was softening, starting to melt around my cock, her body surrendering inch by inch. Her hands slid into my hair again, pulling me tighter to her breast as I sucked, devoured, drank from her heat.

My hips shifted slightly—just a small motion—and I saw her lips part in surprise, a small sound escaping: “Aaaahhn~❤️…!”

She was still gasping, but now her hips rocked upward, timidly, seeking more.

I grinned against her nipple.

“Don’t worry,” I said, lifting my head, locking eyes with her as her breath caught. “We’re just getting started.”

Her chest rose in erratic heaves, legs trembling around my waist, thighs slick with arousal and the faint blood of her taken virginity. Fulvia clutched at the sheets, knuckles white, eyes fluttering open and closed in a daze. Her mouth hung open, breath spilling in helpless gasps, every inch of her flushed and trembling. The heat between us was stifling, thick with sex, with the smell of sweat and slick and raw human need.

I kept myself buried to the hilt inside her tight, spasming pussy, feeling her slowly unclench around me. She was adjusting, the pain slowly morphing, melting into something hotter—something that made her arch into me instead of away.

“Haaah… haahhh…” Fulvia whimpered, her fingers sliding from the sheets to my arms, nails digging in just lightly, as if trying to anchor herself to something real.

“Still with me?” I murmured, my voice low, guttural from holding back the urge to just start thrusting again, hard, until she broke.

She nodded, tears still wet on her cheeks, but her lips curved faintly into a smile. “I… I can feel you… everywhere.”

My dick twitched deep inside her at that, and her whole body jolted.

She gasped, a shocked cry escaping her throat. “AaaAAH❤️~!”

I leaned down, lips grazing her cheek, then her ear. “Good. I want you to feel it for days.”

And then I began to move.

Slow at first. Barely pulling back before pressing forward again, letting her pussy feel every vein, every throb of my dick as I slid through the tight heat of her. Her body sucked at me greedily, already wetter than before, each stroke easier, slicker.

“Haaan❤️… mmnhh❤️… nghhhaa~…” she whimpered, her hips lifting to meet mine with tiny, instinctual thrusts. Her body was learning fast.

I gripped her hips and pulled her down harder onto me, thrusting deeper with every roll of my hips. The wet sound of my cock sliding into her echoed through the chamber, sticky and obscene—shlick, shluck, shluck—as I drove in and out, harder now, filling her again and again.

“Yesss—haaahh❤️~ gods, yes—mmmnnnn❤️~!” Fulvia’s moans were getting louder, breathless cries as her body responded, her face twisting in ecstasy.

Her legs locked tighter around my waist, ankles digging into my back as she held me to her, greedy for every thrust, every deep push. Her breasts bounced with each movement, sweat trickling down between them, her nipples red and sensitive.

I reached down and thumbed her clit in rhythm with my thrusts, watching her reaction explode.

“AAAH❤️! AAHH—nnnnghhhaa❤️~~!!” she nearly screamed, her hips jerking, her pussy clenching violently around my cock. “It’s—it’s too much! I c-can’t—haaahnnn!”

“Yes you can,” I growled, hips slamming into her with wet, deep impacts. “You’re fucking taking all of me, Fulvia. Every inch. Your cunt’s swallowing me whole.”

She cried out again, her body arching as her back left the bed, head thrown back. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her orgasm hit—shaking, gasping, twitching around my cock.

Her pussy clenched and pulsed, milking me as she came, juices pouring out and coating my cock, dripping down her ass and pooling on the sheets.

“AhhhH❤️! I’m—I’m cummingg~! HaaaaaaAAHnnn❤️~!!”

I didn’t stop.

Even as her body went limp beneath me, trembling, twitching, I kept moving, slower now, deep grinding thrusts meant to draw out every wave of her orgasm and make her squirm.

” I-I can’t—ahhh~!”

I bent down and kissed her again, tongue deep in her mouth, claiming her lips while her body lay open, ruined and shaking beneath me.

Then I pulled out slowly, cock shining with her cum, throbbing with pent-up need. Fulvia whimpered at the loss, eyes fluttering open to look at me with dazed confusion.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I said, flipping her over with one smooth motion.

She let out a startled yelp as I dragged her to the edge of the bed, lifting her hips, planting her knees on the sheets and spreading her legs wide. Her ass was round, pale, the insides of her thighs slick and flushed.

Her pussy, swollen and gaping slightly from the fucking, was still dripping, still twitching.

I lined myself up and pushed in again.

“NNNNGHHH—!!”

She screamed into the pillow, fingers clawing the bedding as I speared her from behind. My dick slid all the way in, balls slapping against her soaked pussy with a loud smack. I grabbed her waist and began to fuck her in earnest, hips slamming forward, cock pistoning inside her with raw, brutal rhythm.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

The room echoed with every thrust.

“Gods—Gods—ohhhh my gods—!” Fulvia sobbed, her voice high and broken with pleasure. “You’re gonna break meee—mmghhhhaa~!”

“Your pussy’s begging for it,” I hissed, slapping her ass once, watching the flesh jiggle and redden. “Listen to yourself.”

She was screaming into the mattress now, clawing the sheets, drooling, her body shaking under the force of each thrust. Her second orgasm came fast—her body convulsing, legs giving out under her as her pussy squeezed me even tighter.

I groaned, feeling the tight heat pulling me toward the edge. I reached around, grabbed her chin, turned her face so I could kiss her as I kept fucking her from behind. Her eyes were wild, mouth open, drooling slightly as she moaned into my kiss.

Then she whispered, broken and breathless, “Cum inside me… please… I want it…”

That was it.

I groaned deep, slammed in one final time, burying myself to the hilt.

“Fuck—Fulvia—!”

My dick jerked, pulsed, and I exploded inside her, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum, the heat of it spilling into her womb, filling her completely. She gasped, shuddering again as she felt it.

I stayed buried deep, groaning into her hair as she went limp beneath me.

We were both sweating, breathless, bodies still twitching, connected.

The room was silent except for the sound of our breathing, the occasional drip of cum sliding out of her stuffed pussy and wetting the sheets.

She whispered, voice hoarse, “I never… imagined it like this…”

I kissed her neck, slow and gentle now. “Neither did I imagined you like this.”

And I didn’t pull out.

I stayed there, still inside her, feeling her heartbeat thudding against me.