I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

"HMM!"

Before she could continue lamenting, before she could once again let guilt consume her, I silenced her in the only way I knew how.
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I leaned in, and kissed her.

Her breath hitched in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she melted into the kiss, her fingers gripping the sheets before slowly reaching up to tangle in my hair. The sorrow in her eyes faded, replaced by something warmer, something desperate yet tender.

In that moment, words were unnecessary.

The air between us was electric, charged with a raw, unrelenting hunger that had been building for far too long. I wasn't just going to fuck her—I was going to claim her, to obliterate every thought in her mind until all she could feel, all she could know, was me. Guilt, hesitation, doubt—none of it would survive what I was about to do to her. She would be mine, completely and utterly.

"Mhnnn~~~"

My lips crashed against hers with a ferocity that left no room for resistance. I devoured her mouth, sucking and biting at her soft lips, savoring the faint taste of her cherry gloss. My tongue flicked against the seam of her lips, teasing, demanding entry. When she gasped, I seized the opportunity, plunging my tongue into the warmth of her mouth. Her breath hitched, and I could feel her body tense beneath me, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. The taste of her was intoxicating, and I wanted more.

With one swift motion, I pushed her down onto the bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress. Her golden eyes widened, a flicker of surprise and something else—something darker, more primal—flashing in their depths. I pinned her hands above her head, my fingers intertwining with hers as I held her in place. She was trapped, and yet there was no fear in her gaze, only a simmering anticipation that mirrored my own.

"Mhghnn❤️~~"

I kissed her again, harder this time, my tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. She moaned softly, the sound muffled against my lips, and I felt a surge of satisfaction at the way her body responded to me. My lips trailed down her chin, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. I nipped at her collarbone, eliciting a sharp gasp, before moving lower to her cleavage. The fabric of her dress was thin, and I could feel the heat of her skin beneath it, driving me wild.

But I wasn't done with her mouth. I returned to her lips, licking and sucking at them until they were swollen and glistening. My tongue traced a path along her jawline, down to her neck, and back up to her lips, teasing her with the promise of more. All the while, my free hand wandered lower, slipping beneath the hem of her dress to explore the smooth, supple skin of her thighs.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as my fingers brushed against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. She squirmed beneath me, her hips arching instinctively, but I held her firmly in place. "Mghnn!" she moaned, the sound vibrating against my lips. I silenced her with another kiss, swallowing her cries as my fingers inched closer to her core.

"Open your mouth," I commanded. She obeyed without hesitation, her lips parting slightly. I didn't give her a chance to think, to hesitate. My tongue invaded her mouth once more, claiming her with a ferocity that left her trembling. Her golden eyes shot open, wide with shock and pleasure, as I ravaged her mouth, my tongue tangling with hers in a heated, desperate dance.

"HMGN~~!!"

She was inexperienced, her movements awkward and uncertain, but that only fueled my desire. I took control, guiding her, teaching her, until she was lost in the sensations I was creating. Her tongue moved tentatively against mine, and I could feel the moment she surrendered, her body going pliant beneath me as she gave herself over to the pleasure.

My fingers finally reached their destination, brushing against the wet heat of her pussy. She was already soaked, her arousal evident in the way her body trembled at my touch. "MGHN!" she cried out, her thighs instinctively clamping around my hand. But I didn't push further—not yet. Instead, I teased her, my fingers circling her entrance, tracing lazy patterns around her sensitive folds.

Her eyes welled with tears, the overwhelming sensations clearly too much for her to bear. When I sucked on her tongue, drawing it into my mouth and savoring the taste of her, the tears spilled over, streaming down her cheeks. Her golden eyes were hazy, clouded with pleasure and something deeper—something that made my chest tighten with a strange, possessive pride.

I wanted to see more of her like this—vulnerable, undone, completely at my mercy. My lips closed around her tongue, sucking it in and out of my mouth in a rhythm that mirrored what I wanted to do to her body. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, a mixture of pleasure and pain that only seemed to heighten her arousal. "Mghnnn! Mhnn!"

A smug smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I listened to her muffled moans, each one a desperate, incoherent sound that only fueled my desire. Her mouth was too occupied with mine, her tongue tangled with my own, to form anything more than fragmented cries of pleasure. The way she trembled beneath me, her body writhing in helpless ecstasy, was intoxicating. She was completely at my mercy, and I reveled in it.

When I finally felt her pussy wet enough, slick with her arousal, I gently inserted a finger into her tight, quivering entrance. Her body clenched around me, hot and inviting, as a sharp, guttural moan escaped her throat.

"Hmann!!" she cried out, her voice breaking as another wave of her cum spilled out, coating my fingers. But I wasn't done teasing her—not yet. While one finger worked inside her, curling and stroking her sensitive walls, I let my thumb brush against her clit in slow, deliberate circles.

The reaction was immediate. Her back arched off the bed, her hips bucking against my hand as her body teetered on the edge of release. "Spurt!" Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, her cum gushing out in a hot, sticky rush. I watched her fall apart, her golden eyes glazed over, her lips parted in a silent scream as pleasure consumed her.

Finally, I pulled my lips away from hers, releasing her mouth that had been thoroughly ravaged by my tongue. Her lips were swollen, glistening with saliva, and her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps. "You came a lot, Helen," I remarked, my voice low and teasing as I withdrew my hand from between her thighs. My fingers were completely drenched, glistening with her release, and I held them up for her to see.

"Haa…haaa…haaa…" Helen panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. Her hazy eyes flickered to my hand, and the moment she realized what she was looking at, her face flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson. She quickly averted her gaze, too overwhelmed by shame to meet my eyes. Her entire body was flushed, from the tips of her ears down to her trembling thighs, and the sight of her like this—completely undone—only made me want her more.

I brought my fingers to my lips, slowly licking them clean, savoring the taste of her cum as if it were the sweetest honey. I made sure to lick them loudly, deliberately, wanting her to hear every sound, to know exactly what I was doing. Her body trembled violently at the sound, and to my surprise, she came again, her pussy clenching around nothing as another wave of pleasure washed over her.

"You taste delicious, Helen," I murmured, my voice dripping with satisfaction. I reached down and lifted her dress higher, exposing her beautiful, trembling pussy to my hungry gaze. It was glistening, still throbbing from her climax, and her arousal continued to leak out, pooling beneath her. The sight was irresistible.

"D…don't look…" Helen stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached out to pull her dress back down. But I caught her wrist mid-motion, holding it firmly in place. Her attempt was weak, half-hearted, as if a part of her wanted me to see her like this—exposed, vulnerable, and utterly breathtaking.

"Do you want me to fuck you without looking at your pussy, Helen?" I asked, my tone playful yet firm. "That's too much to ask." I shook my head, my smirk widening as her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. She didn't try to stop me again, though whether it was because she was too embarrassed or because she secretly wanted this, I couldn't tell. And frankly, I didn't care.

I leaned down, my breath hot against her sensitive skin, and gave her pussy a long, slow lick. The moment my tongue made contact with her slit, her entire body jolted, a sharp, keening cry escaping her lips. "Haaaaa❤️!" she moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and overwhelming pleasure. Her thighs quivered, and her hands clutched at the white sheets, her knuckles turning white as she tried to ground herself.

I didn't stop. I couldn't. The taste of her was addictive, and the way her body responded to me—every twitch, every gasp, every shudder—only drove me further. I licked her again, slower this time, savoring every drop of her arousal as her pussy clenched and trembled beneath my tongue.