I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

The fireflies didn’t care.

They drifted through the treeline in lazy constellations, cold green light pulsing slow and indifferent, and the moon laid itself flat across the surface of the spring in a long silver sheet that broke and reformed around the two figures at its center. Kissing sounds carried over the water; soft, and wet, Nathan’s mouth working Ayame’s with a thoroughness that had long since dissolved whatever composure she’d arrived with.

”Hmm— mm— hmmnn—”

Her moans came out muffled against his lips, swallowed before they could fully form, her body pressed so close against him that she could feel his heartbeat against her breasts. He held her with one arm locked at her back, immovable, and kissed her like he was in no particular hurry and had already decided how the night ended.

She was clumsy about kissing. He’d noticed immediately — the slight hesitation before she met him, the way she didn’t quite know what to do with the angle, following his lead half a beat behind. For a woman who had approached him naked and wrapped her hand around his cock without flinching, it was a striking contradiction. She’d clearly never been kissed properly before. Whatever men had come before him hadn’t bothered.

That told him something. Several things.

It also made him want to take his time.

Her hand had slowed on him — the strokes going irregular, forgetting their rhythm whenever he deepened the kiss, her focus fracturing between what her mouth was doing and what her hand was supposed to be doing and losing both threads simultaneously. He felt her fingers squeeze when he caught her lower lip between his, felt the absent tightening of her grip that had nothing to do with intention. And he could feel the problem she was having — his cock hard and full between them, too long, the head of it nudging against the soft of her stomach beneath the water when she pressed close, no good angle for her to work him properly from here.

She was trying anyway. He appreciated that.

He pulled back from her mouth.

Ayame drew in a sharp breath like she’d been held under, chest rising, lips red and slightly swollen and parted. Her eyes took a moment to focus.

Then he put his mouth on her neck.

”Haaahh~” The sound came out of her immediately, no delay, her head tipping to the side to bare more of her throat by pure reflex. He kissed down the column of it — slow, lips dragging warm against her skin — pausing to suck just below her jaw, feeling her pulse hammer there, then lower, then lower, tracing the line of her down toward her collarbone while small broken sounds spilled out of her above him.

Her hand had completely abandoned any pretense of stroking him now. Both arms found his shoulders instead, gripping, holding on.

He kissed her collarbone. The swell of her chest. The valley of her cleavage where the water lapped warm between her breasts. Then he got his arm beneath her and lifted — just enough — and her breasts broke the surface, heavy and full and gleaming wet in the moonlight, her nipples stiff and dark pink and already begging.

He took the right one first.

His tongue dragged flat across it slowly and Ayame’s spine curved like something had pulled it from above.

”Haaaahnn!” Quiet, bitten back, her teeth catching her lower lip immediately after.

He did it again. Circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, tracing the edge of her areola before returning to the stiff peak of it. She tasted of spring water and warm skin. Her breast sat heavy in his palm, more than enough to fill his hand and then some, soft flesh spilling over the sides of his grip.

”Haa— haaan— hmm— yes— lick me, Ryo...” Ayame was breathless already, her voice gone loose, one hand burying itself in his dark hair and gripping. Her free hand found her own other breast beneath the water, fingers pressing into her flesh, kneading herself in the same rhythm he was setting. ”Lick me there...yes—”

He sucked the nipple.

Drew it between his lips and pulled, cheeks hollowing, and gave it real pressure.

”Hyaan—!” High and sharp, her fingers fisting tight in his hair, her body lurching forward into him.

He sucked again, slower, then dragged his tongue across the stiff peak of her while she shuddered. He switched; moving to her other breast, the one her own hand had just been working, cupping the full weight of it and lifting it to his mouth — and bit down on her nipple with the gentlest edge of his teeth before closing his lips over it and sucking long and hard.

”Haaa— yes— yes, it feels so good— Ryo— haaan!” She was rocking against him now, the water shifting in small urgent waves outward from her hips, ”D...Don’t stop— please—hmm...”

His free hand moved.

Down through the water. Finding the soft inner plane of her thigh and tracing inward without hurry, following the heat of her, and Ayame stiffened with a sudden intake of breath — one second of bracing — and then his fingers found her pussy and pressed and she came completely apart.

”Haaahn—! Hyaa—!”

Both sounds collided on their way out of her, her hips jolting against his hand, her thighs snapping together instinctively before she caught herself and forced them back open. He could feel how ready she was even through the water — slick and swollen, her folds soft and parted, her body already so far ahead of the situation that she’d been wet before he’d touched her nipples.

He pressed two fingers against her entrance and felt her clench around nothing in anticipation.

”R...Ryo—” His name in her mouth had gone completely undone. ”Ryo, please—”

He slid inside her.

One finger first, slow, feeling the snug wet grip of her close around him, and Ayame’s forehead dropped against his shoulder and she moaned there — low and muffled and continuous, her hips rolling forward to take more of him, her pussy fluttering in small desperate pulses as he curled the finger inside her and began to move.

”Haaa~ haaan~ yes... there—” Her nails dragged down his shoulders. Her breathing came in ragged pulls. ”More— please— Ryo—”

He gave her the second finger to that demand.

Not fast — pressed in alongside the first with an unhurried slide, feeling her stretch around both of them, the snug wet grip of her tightening as he seated them fully inside her. Ayame’s mouth dropped open against his shoulder and the sound that came out wasn’t quite a moan and wasn’t quite a sob — something split straight down the middle, raw and helpless, her hips stuttering forward instinctively to take more of him.

”Haahn— ah— it’s—”

He didn’t let her finish. His mouth found her breast again, closing over her nipple and drawing it between his lips, and whatever she’d been about to say dissolved into a shuddering exhale while he sucked her there. He worked his fingers slowly — a long withdrawal and a longer press back in — feeling every flutter of her around him, the way she clenched on reflex every time he curled slightly on the return. She was soaked, slicker by the second, the heat of her pussy startling against the warm water surrounding them.

He switched to her other breast. Dragged his tongue across the nipple, circled it, sucked the stiff peak of it until she was squirming.

”Ryo— haan— Ryo, please—” Her nails dug crescents into his shoulders. ”More— I need—”

He thrust a third finger against her entrance.

”HAAAHN—!”

The sound cracked loud across the water, birds startling somewhere in the dark treeline above, and Nathan moved immediately — his free hand coming up to the back of her head, fingers threading into her wet hair, and he pulled her mouth to his and kissed her before the next one could escape.

She moaned into him.

”Mmph— mmnn—” Swallowed completely, the sound vibrating against his lips, her body rigid with the shock of the stretch and then going pliant all at once as he held the pressure and let her adjust. Her fingers had his hair now, both hands buried in it, gripping hard like she needed the anchor while her hips rolled in small helpless circles against his hand.

He began to move his fingers.

Gently at first — barely anything, just a slow rocking press and release inside her while he kissed her deep and unhurried, his thumb drifting up to find her clit under the water and circle there with the lightest possible touch. Her muffled moans came steady now, continuous almost, ”mmm— mnn— hmnn—” pouring into his mouth in an unbroken stream, her chest rising and falling hard against him with each breath she could steal between kisses.

He worked her like that for a long moment. Patient. Thorough. Letting her feel all of it at once — his mouth on hers, his thumb on her clit, his fingers inside her moving in that slow rolling tide — until her thighs had stopped trembling and started shaking, a different quality to it entirely.

Then he picked up the pace.

The change was immediate and total — fingers driving deeper now, faster, a real rhythm building under the water while his mouth stayed locked on hers — and Ayame’s muffled sounds went higher, more desperate, the ”mnn” becoming ”mmph” becoming something that couldn’t quite decide what it was but was getting louder regardless. Her face had gone completely red, he could feel the heat of her cheek against his, color blazing from her jaw to her hairline.

”Mnn— mmph— Ryo—” His name broke apart against his lips. ”Ryo, I— something is—”

He kissed her harder. Swallowed it. His fingers worked faster still, curling on every stroke to drag across that soft spot inside her that made her thighs snap together — pressing hard against his hand, trapping him there — before falling open again by sheer force of want.

She tried to pull back.

A real attempt — her hands pushing at his shoulders, her head turning to break the kiss — and he followed her, mouth staying on hers, one hand keeping her face angled back toward him while his fingers refused to slow down. She whimpered against him, the sound tattered, her hips grinding in frantic irregular circles.

”Mmph— I can’t— it’s too— Ryo—”

He kissed the words back down her throat.

He could feel it happening — the clench of her getting rhythmic around his fingers, her pussy gripping in those telltale waves, her thighs trembling on either side of his hand so hard the water shook. Her nails had abandoned his hair and found his shoulders again, digging in, holding on.

He pulled his mouth off hers.

Dropped immediately to her breast.

Found her nipple and sucked — hard, sudden, no warning — at the exact same moment his fingers drove in one final deep thrust and held there, pressing in and up, his thumb bearing down on her clit without mercy.

Ayame came apart.

”HAAAHN—!”

The sound tore out of her completely uncontained — loud and cracked and gorgeous, her voice breaking on the peak of it — as her whole body seized against him, her spine arching back in a long shaking bow, arms locking around his neck and pulling with everything she had like she was trying to climb into him. Her pussy clenched around his fingers in hard desperate pulses, fluttering and gripping and releasing in waves while her hips jerked and her thighs pressed tight and her head fell back against the arm he’d wrapped around her.

He worked her through every second of it.

Slower now — long and gentle, easing her down — his mouth soft against her breast, his fingers moving just enough to draw out the last shuddering aftershocks while she clung to him and shook and made small helpless sounds that had run out of words entirely.