I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

After Nathan completed his visit with Hera in the depths below, he made his way back up through the dark tunnel system and emerged into the open air of Tenebria.

The tunnel network was actually located within Tenebrian territory—a choice Nathan had made deliberately . He had reasoned that sometimes the best hiding place was the most obvious one, provided you had sufficient protections in place . And thanks to the combined divine magic of Khione, Aphrodite, and Amaterasu layering enchantments upon enchantments, no one could detect what lay hidden in those depths. The three goddesses had woven their powers together into something far stronger than any single one of them could have created alone, producing wards that would baffle even the most determined divine searcher .

Once he reached the surface, Nathan left Aphrodite to handle the final security measures—sealing the entrance, erasing any trace of their passage, restoring the ground to its natural state so thoroughly that even someone standing directly on top of the hidden entrance would detect nothing unusual . She was meticulous about such details, understanding that even the smallest oversight could eventually prove catastrophic.

With that task delegated, Nathan turned his attention toward the Tenebrian capital and took flight, his body lifting effortlessly into the air as he channeled power through his legs and launched himself skyward. The capital wasn’t far from this location—he’d chosen the prison site partially for its proximity to where he spent significant time—so the flight took only minutes .

As he soared through the air, the city spread out beneath him in all its transformed glory. The Tenebrian capital looked remarkably resplendent now, almost unrecognizable compared to the grim, oppressive place it had been during his first visit years ago .

Since Azariah had ascended to power as Queen, she had devoted enormous energy and resources to completely rebuilding the demon capital into something better—something that reflected hope rather than despair . The architecture had been updated and beautified, incorporating elegant designs that complemented the city’s naturally dramatic landscape. Streets had been widened and paved properly, markets had been established and were thriving, parks and public spaces had been created where none existed before . The entire atmosphere felt more vibrant and alive, filled with activity and purpose rather than the sullen resignation that had characterized it under the previous corrupt regime .

Nathan felt genuine pride seeing what Azariah had accomplished in relatively few years. She had proven herself an exceptional ruler—wise, compassionate, but firm when necessary .

As Nathan flew closer to the castle that dominated the city’s highest point, his enhanced vision picked out a familiar figure standing on the highest balcony .

Azariah stood there gazing out over her city with visible satisfaction, a gentle smile gracing her beautiful features as she surveyed the realm she governed. Her long white hair flowed gracefully in the breeze, the strands catching the light and seeming to glow with their own internal luminescence. Her elegant horns—those distinctive markers of her demonic heritage—curved back from her forehead in a way that somehow enhanced rather than detracted from her beauty. Her red demonic eyes, which could appear intimidating to those who didn’t know her, held only warmth and contentment as they swept across the city below.

She noticed Nathan approaching almost immediately, her supernatural senses detecting his presence even before he came fully into view . Her smile widened with genuine pleasure, and after a final lingering look at her city, she turned and disappeared back into the chamber behind the balcony.

Nathan landed on the balcony seconds later with practiced ease, his feet touching down silently on the stone surface. Without pausing, he strode forward and entered Azariah’s private quarters, the familiar space welcoming him like the home it had become.

Stepping inside, he immediately spotted her standing beside a small, beautifully crafted baby bed positioned near the windows where natural light could reach it during the day .

Azariah’s expression had transformed into something almost transcendently maternal as she gently rocked the bed with one hand, her gaze fixed adoringly on the tiny occupant sleeping peacefully within. The smile she wore was soft and infinitely tender, carrying depths of love that only a mother could truly understand .

Nathan approached slowly and quietly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment, and looked down at the small form bundled in soft blankets .

Their son—Azarel—born just two months ago and already the light of both their lives.

The baby slept with the complete abandon only infants could manage, his tiny chest rising and falling in steady rhythm . He had inherited his mother’s striking white hair, though it was still fine and wispy with newborn softness . Small horns were barely visible emerging from his head—they would grow more prominent as he aged, but for now they were just tiny nubs that Nathan found unbearably endearing .

Azarel represented Azariah’s first child and only son, making him the official heir to the Tenebrian throne. The entire kingdom had celebrated his birth with genuine joy, seeing in him the promise of continued stability and wise leadership.

“He looks so peaceful every time he sleeps,” Azariah murmured softly, her voice ringing in a whisper to avoid disturbing the baby. “Like he doesn’t have a care in the world, as though he instinctively knows he’s safe and loved .”

“He is both those things,” Nathan agreed, moving closer and reaching out carefully. His hand looked almost comically oversized compared to Azarel’s tiny head, but his touch was infinitely gentle as he stroked the baby’s soft hair with tender affection -.

Azarel’s small face shifted slightly in his sleep, his lips curling into what might have been a smile as a soft grunt of contentment escaped him.

“As always, he loves when you touch him like that,” Azariah said with a quiet giggle, her eyes shining with happiness as she watched father and son together. “He settles immediately whenever you’re near, like he recognizes you on some instinctive level.”

Nathan’s smile deepened, warmth flooding through his chest in a way that never grew old no matter how many times he experienced it. He couldn’t adequately explain the profound joy and pride he felt being present for his newborn child, watching him grow from these earliest days. The feeling remained amazing and overwhelming regardless of how many children he’d fathered.

Azarel was his newest and most recent child, and perhaps that freshness made the emotions feel particularly acute right now .

“He’s going to grow up to be an amazing and kind king,” Nathan murmured, still gently stroking the downy hair . “I can already tell just by looking at him.”

“Loved by both his parents and never abandoned…” Azariah added softly, though a trace of sadness entered her voice and shadowed her smile .

Nathan understood immediately what memories those words had stirred . Azariah’s own childhood had been marked by loss and betrayal—her mother dying when she was young, her father corrupted by one of Iblis’s beasts until he became unrecognizable . She had grown up essentially orphaned despite technically having a living parent, forced to navigate treacherous political waters alone.

“Don’t worry,” Nathan said firmly, turning her gently to face him . “Azarel will never experience that kind of loneliness or abandonment. He’ll have both of us actively present in his life, and beyond that—” His expression brightened with genuine enthusiasm. “With how large his extended family is, with the sheer number of brothers and sisters he already has and will have eventually, he will literally never be alone. He’ll have more family support than he knows what to do with .”

Azariah’s smile returned, warmer and more genuine now, the sadness receding as she focused on the future rather than the past . “I suppose I should thank you for that blessing, Samael,” she said, using the name she’d first known him by .

She leaned toward him in clear invitation, and Nathan accepted it gladly, lowering his head to capture her lips in a tender kiss. His hands settled naturally on her waist, fingers splaying across the fabric of her gown as he held her .

The kiss deepened gradually, transforming from gentle greeting into something more passionate as Nathan drew her closer until her body pressed fully against his.

“Mmm~” Azariah made a soft sound against his mouth as he kissed her more intensely .

“Wait, Nathan—” She managed between kisses, her voice breathless . She tried pulling back slightly, but Nathan’s arms held her securely .

When she turned her head to break the kiss, Nathan simply redirected his attention to her jawline and throat, placing heated kisses along her neck .

“We can’t—not here,” Azariah protested weakly, though her body responded eagerly despite her words . Her face flushed beautifully as she gestured toward the sleeping baby . “He’ll wake up if we…”

Nathan pulled back just enough to glance toward the open doorway leading to her bedroom, then met her eyes with a playful smile. “What is your bedroom for, if not privacy?” He asked reasonably.

Before she could muster a retort, he kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue delving with renewed hunger as his hands began to roam—sliding up her sides to trace the swell of her breasts through her gown, thumbs circling her hardening nipples with teasing pressure.

“Hmmm~~haa~~~hmm~~~” Azariah’s hot, breathy voice escaped in a series of soft moans with each of Nathan’s kisses and lingering licks along her collarbone. His hands explored her body with slowness, mapping the familiar yet ever-enticing terrain: the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the soft give of her thighs beneath the gown’s hem. All the while, he guided her backward toward the bedroom, his steps measured and insistent, her body yielding to his lead as if drawn by an invisible thread of desire.

“W…what if he wakes up…haa…hmm~~” She asked, her words fragmented by gasps as she moved backward, her bare feet padding softly against the cool stone floor.

“Then let’s hurry up,” Nathan whispered against her lips, his teeth grazing her lower lip in a gentle bite that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. With effortless strength, he lifted her off her feet, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carried her inside the room. The world blurred for a moment—the sway of her gown, the press of her body against his—until, with a swift move of his foot, he kicked the door shut behind them. The soft click of the latch echoed like a seal on their private world, muffling the outside entirely.

“Hmm~~~” Azariah moaned louder now, uninhibited in the sanctuary of the bedroom, as Nathan’s lips descended to her cleavage. He nuzzled the exposed swell of her breasts, pushing aside the neckline of her gown to reveal more of her creamy skin. His tongue flicked out, tracing lazy circles around the edge of her lace-trimmed bodice, tasting the faint saltiness of her perspiration mingled with her natural sweetness. She arched her back, pressing herself closer, her fingers threading through his hair to hold him there.

Nathan finally moved toward the bed, the large four-poster draped in soft linens that whispered promises of tangled limbs and shared ecstasy. With a playful growl, he threw her onto it, the mattress dipping under her weight as she bounced lightly, her gown riding up to expose the smooth expanse of her calves.

“If you’re that worried about Azarel being alone,” Nathan said with a wicked smile, his fingers already working at his belt, “then shall we make him a brother or sister? Or perhaps both? Make sure he won’t ever be lonely?”

He lowered his pants, letting them fall to pool around his ankles. His cock sprang free – massive, thick, already rock-hard and straining toward her like it had its own agenda. The head was flushed dark with arousal, a pearl of precum already glistening at the tip.

Azariah’s eyes widened and she gulped visibly at the sight. Even after all their time together, his size still managed to impress and intimidate her in equal measure.

“I…I just gave birth, you know,” she said, though her eyes remained fixed on his impressive length rather than his face. “I have a Kingdom to rule… responsibilities… duties…”

“You are Queen,” Nathan acknowledged, stepping out of his pants completely and moving to kneel on the bed between her legs. His hands grasped her ankles, then slid slowly up her calves with sensuality. “Rule as much as you want. You have advisors, ministers, servants to handle the trivial matters.”

He pulled her toward him across the silk sheets, positioning her exactly how he wanted her.

Azariah smiled at that – a knowing, slightly mischievous expression that made her look both regal and playful simultaneously.

“While meanwhile, I just keep having sex with you and keep getting pregnant?” She asked, arching an eyebrow. “Is that your grand plan for our future?”

“That depends entirely on what you wish,” Nathan said, though his actions spoke louder than words. His hands had already found the hem of her gown and were lifting it, slowly revealing more and more of her smooth, pale skin.

He pushed the fabric up past her knees, past her thighs, bunching it around her waist to fully expose her lower body. Her legs were absolutely perfect – long and graceful, with smooth skin that seemed to glow in the afternoon light filtering through the windows. The months of pregnancy had only enhanced her natural beauty rather than diminishing it.

Her pussy was covered by a delicate white undergarment – expensive silk befitting a queen. Nathan reached for it without hesitation, hooking his fingers in the waistband and sliding it down her legs in one smooth motion.

Then he took his time simply looking, admiring Azariah’s exposed pussy with the appreciation of a connoisseur examining a masterpiece.

It was absolutely perfect.

She’d given birth barely two months ago, yet you would never know it from looking at her. Her pussy looked exactly as it had when they’d first been together – smooth, pink, tight. As if she were still a virgin and nothing had ever penetrated her, nothing had ever emerged from her. The magic of her Demon bloodline, perhaps, or simply the resilience of her body.

And she was already wet.

Nathan could see the glistening moisture coating her delicate folds, could smell the sweet, musky scent of her arousal filling the air between them. His cock twitched in response, a fresh bead of precum forming at the tip.