I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Nathan didn’t hesitate. His fingers slid under the cloth and drew it away, baring her completely. Cleopatra gasped softly as cool air brushed against her, her body already glistening, exposed and open before him. Her pussy shone with arousal, beautiful and inviting, and Nathan paused for just a heartbeat, eyes dark with desire, taking in the sight of what he had missed for far too long.

Nathan lingered there for a moment, simply staring, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face as his hands drifted over her legs, thumbs tracing lazy paths along the inside of her thighs where her skin was warmest and most sensitive.

“You’re already so wet, Cleopatra,” he murmured, his voice low with amusement and hunger. “How long have you been longing for my touch?”

As he spoke, he bent to kiss her legs, his lips brushing her skin again and again, each kiss unhurried, deliberate, as if he were savoring the way her body reacted to even the smallest attention. Cleopatra sat on the bed with her hands braced against the mattress, fingers clenching the sheets as her breath grew ragged, her chest rising and falling faster while Nathan’s mouth wandered lower.

“S… since I saw you,” she admitted, her voice trembling as she reached out and threaded her fingers into his hair, holding him there. “I never imagined myself loving a man like this… loving a man like you.”

Nathan smiled faintly at her words, his face now close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from between her thighs. The scent of her arousal was unmistakable, thick and intoxicating, her body already slick and open, as if it had been waiting for him, leaking with anticipation before he had even touched her there.

He rested his hands firmly on her thighs, spreading them wider, and then lowered his mouth between them. Without hesitation, he pressed his tongue to her, licking her slowly, fully, tasting her in a way that made her gasp sharply.

“H–haaahh❤️!”

The cry tore from her as she tightened her grip in his hair, fingers curling, but Nathan didn’t slow or pull away. If anything, the sound only spurred him on. He took another long, deliberate taste, his tongue lapping at her again, deeper this time, drawing a louder, more desperate moan from her lips.

“Haaah❤️! Gods—!”

Her voice broke as pleasure rushed through her, her hips shifting instinctively toward his mouth. Nathan made no effort to restrain her movements at first, letting her react, letting her body guide him, until her legs began to tremble and threaten to close around his head.

He stopped that easily, one hand sliding up to hold her thigh in place while the other reached between her legs. His fingers spread her gently but firmly, pulling her open, exposing her fully to him. Her slick folds parted under his touch, revealing the soft pink within, sensitive and swollen, her body still bearing the marks of having been claimed before, yet unmistakably tight, intimate, made all the more alluring by how eagerly it responded to him now.

With her held open like that, helpless and inviting, Nathan leaned in again and dragged his tongue through her most sensitive places, slow at first, then firmer, more focused, the wet sound of his mouth filling the space between her gasps.

“HAAAHNN❤️—! Haaahnnn❤️! Gods… your tongue is—hmnnn❤️…!”

Her words dissolved into broken moans as pleasure overtook her completely. Her body tensed, her back arching, and a rush of warmth spilled from her as she came, her release flowing freely. Nathan didn’t miss a single moment of it, coaxing it out with his tongue, lapping eagerly, drinking in every trembling reaction as Cleopatra cried out, shaking beneath his mouth.

Nathan’s tongue continued its slow worship, drawing out every last shudder from her climax until Cleopatra’s thighs quivered uncontrollably against his cheeks. Her fingers were still tangled tightly in his hair, pulling almost painfully as her body rode the final waves, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps.

“Haa… haaah❤️… Nathan…”

His true name on her lips—soft, reverent, trembling—sent a dark thrill through him. He lifted his head at last, lips glistening with her release, and met her dazed amber gaze. Cleopatra’s face was flushed deep rose, eyes glassy and half-lidded, chest heaving beneath the bunched fabric of her tunic. She looked utterly debauched already, and he had barely begun.

He rose slowly to his feet, towering over her as she remained seated on the edge of the bed, legs still spread wide from his earlier insistence. His hands moved to the fastenings of his own clothing, shedding them with unhurried precision until he stood bare before her. His arousal was unmistakable—thick, heavy, already straining toward her as if drawn by her heat alone.

Cleopatra’s gaze dropped to it immediately, a fresh wave of color flooding her cheeks. Her tongue darted out to wet her swollen lips, and she shifted forward instinctively, one hand reaching for him.

Nathan caught her wrist gently but firmly, stopping her. “Not yet,” he murmured, voice low and rough with restraint. “I’ve waited too long to rush this.”

He guided her back instead, easing her down onto the bed until she lay beneath him, the white-and-gold tunic still pushed up around her waist, leaving her lower body completely exposed. The lamplight cast golden shadows across her skin, highlighting every curve, every tremor that still rippled through her from her recent release.

Nathan settled between her thighs, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric. He squeezed slowly, feeling the weight of them, the way her nipples stiffened instantly beneath his palms even through the cloth.

“Hmnn❤️~~”

Cleopatra arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping as he kneaded her breasts with deliberate pressure, thumbs circling the hardened peaks. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss—tasting himself on her tongue as she kissed him back hungrily, desperately, her hands finally free to roam over his shoulders, his back, pulling him closer.

While their mouths moved together, Nathan shifted his hips, dragging the length of his cock slowly along her slick folds without entering her yet. The contact made her gasp into the kiss, her body jerking as the sensitive head brushed over her swollen clit again and again.

“Haaah❤️—! Please—”

Her plea was breathless, needy, her hips lifting toward him in silent demand. He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down her neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point beneath her jaw before moving lower. With one hand he tugged the tunic higher, fully baring her breasts to the cool air. They spilled free—heavy, perfect, nipples pink and begging for attention.

He took one into his mouth without hesitation, tongue swirling around the peak before sucking firmly. At the same moment, he pressed forward—just the head of his cock breaching her entrance, stretching her slowly.

“HAAAAHHNN❤️❤️~~!!”

Cleopatra’s cry was sharp, her back bowing off the bed as pleasure and the faint ache of being filled again collided. She was still slick and open from her climax, but he was thick, and the sensation of being stretched anew made her thighs tremble around his hips.

Nathan didn’t thrust deeper yet. Instead he held himself there, barely inside, and focused on her breast—sucking harder, teeth grazing the nipple lightly before soothing it with his tongue. His free hand tormented the other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers until she was writhing beneath him.

“More— haaahnn❤️~~ I need—”

He released her breast with a soft, wet sound and lifted his head to meet her pleading gaze. Her amber eyes were wet with unshed tears of overstimulation, lips parted as she panted.

“As the queen commands,” he whispered with a smirk.

Then he thrust forward—slow, relentless, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

“HYAAAAAHHH❤️❤️~~!!”

Cleopatra’s scream echoed through the chamber as her body arched violently, inner walls clenching around his full length. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails as she clung to him, overwhelmed by the sudden, complete fullness.

Nathan groaned low in his throat, savoring the tight, wet heat that enveloped him entirely. He stayed buried deep for a long moment, letting her adjust, letting her feel every throbbing inch as her body fluttered and pulsed around him.

Only when her trembling began to ease did he start to move—long, deep strokes that dragged slowly out before driving back in, each one drawing a fresh cry from her lips. The bed creaked beneath them, the rhythm steady and building as he claimed her fully.

His hands returned to her breasts, groping them firmly now, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he used them for leverage, pulling her body into each thrust. Her nipples were trapped between his fingers, tugged and twisted in time with his hips until they were swollen and aching.

“Haaah❤️— haaahnn❤️~~! There— gods— deeper—!”

Cleopatra’s voice broke into desperate sobs of pleasure, her head tossing side to side on the pillow, dark hair fanning out in wild disarray. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as sensation piled atop sensation—his mouth returning to suck bruises into her neck, his hands tormenting her breasts, his cock driving into her again and again, hitting that perfect spot inside her with every stroke.

The pace quickened. The bed rocked harder, headboard tapping against the wall in a steady, urgent beat. Wet sounds filled the room—sharp, obscene—as he pounded into her soaked heat, her arousal coating him, dripping down onto the sheets.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

“Haa! I’m— again— HAAAHHNNN❤️❤️~~!!”

Her second climax crashed through her without warning, her body convulsing as she screamed out a loud moan. Her walls clamped down around him in fierce, rhythmic pulses, pulling him deeper, demanding everything.

Nathan growled against her throat, thrusts turning harder, faster, chasing his own release as she came undone beneath him. One hand left her breast to grip her hip, angling her to take him even deeper as he drove into her through her orgasm, prolonging it until she was sobbing, shaking, utterly lost.

The sight of her—Cleopatra, queen of Amun Ra, reduced to trembling, tear-streaked ecstasy beneath him—pushed him over the edge.

With a final, deep thrust he buried himself fully and came, hot pulses spilling inside her as his hips jerked forward again and again. His grip tightened on her hip and breast, fingers digging in as wave after wave of pleasure tore through him, filling her completely.

“Haaahhh❤️!!

Cleopatra whimpered softly, feeling every pulse deep within her, her oversensitive body shivering with aftershocks as he claimed her in the most intimate way possible.

For a long moment, only their harsh breathing filled the room, bodies still joined, sweat-slick skin pressed together.

At last Nathan lifted his head, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead before pressing a kiss there.