I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

“Cold outside,” he said quietly against her skin, watching her come undone. “But not here.”

Yukihime couldn’t answer. She just arched up into him and moaned.

He felt her getting close before she knew it herself.

Her thighs had stopped trembling and started shaking — different thing entirely, a deeper register, her whole body caught in something it didn’t have the experience to recognize or brace for. The wet sounds of his fingers working her had grown obscene in the quiet of the room, slick and rhythmic, her pussy so soaked now that every slow stroke of his hand drew out a soft lewd noise that made her bury her face into her own raised arm like she could hide from it.

She couldn’t hide from any of it.

He had two fingers inside her now, curled slightly, moving with patient deliberate intent — not rushing, not punishing, just learning exactly where she came apart and then returning there again and again until she couldn’t think straight. His thumb worked slow circles against her clit, barely grazing it, just enough pressure to keep her teetering on the edge of something enormous without quite letting her fall.

“Na….Nathan-sama!” Her voice had gone completely to pieces. “Something is…haaaan❤️…. I feel!”

“Let it happen,” he said simply.

“I can’t… it’s too…haaahnnn❤️!”

He pressed deeper. Curled his fingers against that soft spot inside her and held the pressure steady, his thumb finally bearing down on her clit with real intent, and Yukihime stopped talking entirely.

The silence lasted exactly one second.

Then she screamed.

“HAAAHN❤️…haaaan! NATHAN-SAMA—!”

Her back lifted clean off the mat, spine arching like a drawn bow, both hands slamming flat against the floor and gripping the fabric beneath her as her whole body seized in pleasure. Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers, rhythmic, desperate, fluttering in waves, and he kept moving through all of it — slower now, gentler, riding her through it — while she shook and cried out and came completely apart in front of him for the first time in her life.

The mat beneath her was soaked.

He could feel the wet heat of it against his wrist, the slick rush of her release, and something about that — the physical evidence of it, undeniable, her body giving him that — made his jaw tighten.

She collapsed.

Just — fell, all at once, her back hitting the mat and her legs dropping open and her chest heaving in huge ragged pulls of air. Her pale skin had gone pink from her cheeks all the way down her throat and across her chest, a full-body blush she had absolutely no control over, and she stared up at the ceiling with glassy eyes and her lips parted and wet and her hair splayed out around her like a silver halo.

“Haaaa❤️…” Each exhale shook. “What was— I’ve never—”

She turned her head and looked at him. Her cheeks were blazing. Her expression was somewhere between wrecked and awed.

He looked back at her and then he moved down.

He pushed her thighs apart with both hands, gripping the soft inside of each one and spreading her wide and open, and dropped his face between her legs.

“Haaah!!”

His tongue found her before she could finish speaking.

One long flat stroke, root to tip, tasting all of her — and Yukihime’s voice cracked into something high and helpless and her hips bucked hard against his mouth.

She tasted clean and cold and underneath that a deep wet heat that was entirely hers. He licked her slowly at first, dragging his tongue through her folds, learning the layout of her, letting her feel every movement. She was still clenching from her orgasm, still swollen and oversensitive, and every pass of his tongue made her twitch and cry out like a live wire had touched her.

“Haah❤️! Haahnnn❤️ It’s too much!!”

He didn’t stop.

He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked, gently, and she let out a sound like she’d been punched.

“Haaa! Haaannn! Haaa—” Her thighs tried to close around his head. He pressed them back down, hands flat against the inside of her legs, holding her spread and open, and worked her with his tongue in slow merciless circles.

Despite her whimpers, Yukihime’s hips were rolling into him. Her body knew what it wanted even if she was busy arguing about it.

He dipped his tongue lower, pressing it against her entrance, and licked inside her just slightly — tasting the slick of her release, warm and intimate — and she made a sound he was fairly sure she’d have been mortified by if she’d had the capacity for embarrassment right now. Something between a sob and a moan, cracked straight down the middle.

“Hnnn— Nathan-sama— please—”

He came back up to her clit. Sucked it slow and pulled back, let the pressure build and ebb, his hands keeping her legs pinned while he worked her like he had all the time in the world. He could feel the temperature dropping.

It started subtly — a chill against his forearms where he gripped her thighs, the air around them going faintly sharp and cold. Her aura, leaking out of her without permission. Whatever control she kept over it in her waking composure was gone, stripped away layer by layer with every stroke of his tongue, her body giving up everything it held in reserve.

The cold didn’t bother him. If anything it sharpened him, the contrast between the frigid air and the blazing wet heat under his mouth, her pussy burning against his lips while her skin went cool and her breath turned to faint mist.

He worked her harder.

His tongue moved faster, less patient now, tracing a tight relentless rhythm against her while she thrashed and cried above him. He felt her thighs shaking under his hands, felt the fresh rush of her getting slicker against his mouth, and pressed in close — nose buried against her, breathing her in, tongue working her clit while he slid two fingers back inside her and found that spot again and rubbed.

“Haaah— no— I’m— again— I can’t—” Her voice was pure desperation, no composure left, all of it spent. “Nathan-sama I’m going to— I’m— HAAAHN❤️❤️!!”

The cold hit like a wave.

The temperature in the room plummeted in an instant — breath-visible, frost-edging, the air going brilliant and sharp — and Yukihime came a second time with her whole body arched taut above the mat, a long broken cry tearing out of her throat while her fingers found his hair and gripped and her pussy fluttered wet and desperate around his fingers.

By the time he lifted his head she was completely limp.

Spread open on the wet mat, chest rising and falling in slow heavy waves, both arms thrown above her head, cheeks flushed that deep hectic pink that looked so startling against her white skin. Her lips were parted. Her eyes were barely open. She looked like something exquisite that had been taken apart very carefully and hadn’t yet figured out how to put itself back together.

Nathan sat back on his heels and reached for his own kimono.

Yukihime hadn’t moved. Couldn’t, really — her body had issued a full mutiny and wasn’t accepting commands yet, every limb loose and heavy, the mat beneath her still warm and wet from what he’d pulled out of her twice now. She watched him through half-lidded eyes, chest still rising and falling in those slow recovering waves, and tracked the movement of his hands with a kind of blurred unfocused attention.

Then the kimono fell open.

She saw him.

Her eyes focused immediately — sharp, suddenly, all that post-orgasm haze snapping back like a curtain yanked aside — and her gaze dropped and stayed there and her lips parted on a breath she forgot to release.

He was thick. That was the first thing. Not just long but thick, heavy with want, already hard and flushed dark, jutting out from his open kimono with a blunt frankness that made her mouth go dry. She’d never seen one before. Not like this, not close, not aimed at her — and the distance between knowing academically that this was where the evening was heading and actually lying here spread open and wet while he knelt between her thighs looking like that was a distance that apparently her brain needed a moment to cross.

Her cheeks, already pink, went scarlet.

She smiled.

It was nervous and small and she immediately pressed her lips together trying to contain it, like she could pretend she hadn’t, but it had already happened — this little helpless almost-laugh of a smile, equal parts terrified and wanting, her eyes flicking up to his face and then immediately back down like she couldn’t help herself.

“It’s—” she started. Stopped. Swallowed. “You are very—”

“Don’t think about it too hard,” he said, and leaned over her.

He took her left leg and lifted it, hooking it over his shoulder in one smooth motion, and the new angle spread her open in a way that made her breath catch audibly. She could feel him against her now — the blunt heat of the head of his cock nudging against her folds, slipping through the slick of her, and her fingers found the mat and gripped.

“Nathan-sama…” Her voice came out small. “I…I’ve never…”

“I know,” he said. He was looking at her face. “Keep your eyes on me.”

She looked at him. Found his gaze and held it like a lifeline.

He pushed inside her.

Slow. Agonizingly,— just the head first, pressing through the soft resistant heat of her, and Yukihime’s mouth dropped open on a sound that wasn’t quite a moan and wasn’t quite a cry but lived somewhere raw between them.

“HAAAAHnnn!” Her brow creased. Her free leg curled instinctively. “It’s— haaann— Nathan-sama it’s—”

“Breathe,” he said.

She breathed. Shaky and shallow, her ribs moving fast beneath those pale pink-flushed breasts, but she breathed — and he pressed deeper, inch by slow inch, feeling her stretch around him, her pussy so wet and tight and clinging that his jaw set against the effort of keeping his pace measured. She was gripping him like she’d been made for it. Like her body, despite never having done this, recognized exactly what was happening and wanted it completely.

“Hnnn… haaan-hmmm~~” Each soft sound punched out of her in time with his progress inward. Her back began to arch off the mat, a long slow curve, her head pressing back into the floor and her throat baring to the ceiling. “Full— I feel so full….haaan….”

He bottomed out.

Held there.

Yukihime made a sound like the air had left her entirely — this long trembling exhale that shook on its way out — and her whole body went taut for a moment, adjusting, her pussy fluttering around him in little shocked pulses. He could feel her heartbeat in it. Fast and frantic, drumming against him from the inside.

He gave her three seconds. Maybe four.

Then he pulled back and thrust.

“HAAHN—!”

Her back arched fully off the mat, a sharp clean bow of her spine, both hands slamming flat against the floor. He set a rhythm — deep and rolling, not brutal but purposeful, each stroke dragging out slow before driving back in — and Yukihime stopped trying to moderate the sounds she was making entirely.

“Haaaan❤️!! Haaa❤️! Yessss~” Her free leg wrapped around his waist without instruction, heel pressing into the small of his back, urging him in, pulling him closer. The leg over his shoulder changed the angle with every thrust, the head of his cock finding something inside her that made her vision blur at the edges. “There! Haaaahn❤️ there, Nathan-sama!”

He gave her more of it.

The wet sounds filled the room — the slap of his hips against the soft of her thighs, the slick obscene noise of her pussy taking him over and over, her breathless broken cries layering over all of it. Her breasts moved with every thrust, swaying with the rhythm he set, nipples still stiff and flushed from his mouth earlier, and he reached up with his free hand and palmed one of them — squeezed — and she cried out sharp and high.

“HAAAH— don’t— if you touch me there while you’re—” She couldn’t finish the sentence. Just shook her head and moaned it again, louder. “Nathan-samaaaa!”

The cold came back.

Not gradual this time — sudden, a hard frost blooming outward from her skin, ice-edging the air in a sharp ring around them, the mat crystallizing faintly at the corners of her spread kimono. Her aura hemorrhaging out of her completely unchecked, her control stripped down to nothing but the heat of him moving inside her.

He felt it and fucked her harder.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

His hips snapped in, rhythm tightening, deeper now, and her leg over his shoulder trembled with the force of it. Her cries went louder, less shape to them, just sound and sensation and the wet grip of her pussy clenching around him as she climbed.

“I’m!! Nathan-sama!! I’m going to—haaah❤️❤️!!” Her fingers found his forearm, the one braced beside her head, and gripped with surprising strength. “I can’t— I’m…hmm!!””

“Come,” he said against her ear, low and certain. “Let me feel it.”

“Haahn❤️! Yesss❤️!! HYAAhhnnnnn❤️❤️❤️!!”

She came apart like the cold did — all at once, explosive, a long shattering cry tearing out of her throat as her back arched and her pussy clenched tight around him in rolling desperate waves. The temperature dropped like a stone. Frost crystallized on his skin, sharp and instant, the air going white with cold — and he felt every pulse of her orgasm from the inside, gripping him, milking him, her body shaking through it in long helpless shudders.

He kept moving through it. Slower now, working her through every wave, feeling her clench and flutter and release around him while she gasped and trembled and came down piece by piece.

The frost thinned. Retreated. Left just the two of them and the ruined mat and Yukihime’s pale flushed body curved under him, her chest heaving, the leg over his shoulder gone limp, her grip on his arm loosening finger by finger.

Her eyes, when they finally opened, found his.

She said nothing for a moment.

Then, very quietly, barely a breath — “Again.”