I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

After my fingers brushed against Aisha’s soft, inviting lips, the atmosphere grew tense for her, evident in her bewildered expression. She struggled to find her words, which played into my plans quite well.

Today marked a significant stride forward.

From now on, Aisha would be more aware of me than ever before.

“Well, that was a delightful meal and a pleasant moment, wouldn’t you agree, Aisha?” I inquired as we both stood up.

“Hmm, yes,” she replied, still avoiding direct eye contact.

Her cheeks retained a lingering flush.

It was challenging not to be stirred by such a response from her.

How many times over the past month had I yearned to possess her instantly?

To passionately claim her virginity and assert my dominance.

I craved the sight of her calm, nearly emotionless face transformed by lust as I took her forcefully.

Aisha hurriedly collected her plate and swiftly departed, leaving me to smile to myself without pursuit as I tidied up my own plate.

Later, in my tent, I settled in as comfortably as one could with only a few sheets spread over the grass beneath. The tent, spacious enough for me alone, provided adequate shelter, and I decided not to complain about its modest comforts.

Tomorrow morning promised significant events.

Yet, a vague sense of foreboding lingered.

A subtle, unsettling premonition of danger gnawed at me.

Abruptly, a shadow loomed behind the tent.

I narrowed my eyes, bracing for whatever came next. When the figure opened the tent flap, surprise replaced my initial suspicion.

“What are you doing here, Courtney?” I asked, noticing her in a simple pajama dress.

“Hmm, I couldn’t sleep,” she murmured.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here, this late,” I said, smiling.

Courtney avoided my eyes. “I didn’t have anyone to talk to… and I know you’re usually awake.”

She remembered that detail about me well enough. After all, I was the one who first mentioned it.

“Fair enough, but if anyone finds you here in my tent, it could cause problems. Especially if Jason finds out—”

“Forget about Jason, please?” Courtney interrupted, her tone impatient. “I just want to talk about something else.”

It was clear she was tired of me mentioning Jason, especially since our agreement had ended. Though he hadn’t wronged her, I intentionally highlighted his flaws to discourage her.

“Alright, my apologies,” I chuckled. “What’s on your mind?”

“Tomorrow… are we really going to fight demons?” she asked anxiously.

“You heard Radakel. It’s a training exercise to prepare us to kill them,” I replied.

“But… they’re like us. It feels wrong, like killing humans…” Courtney hesitated.

Unlike Aisha, Sienna, or Gwen, who I knew would act decisively if their lives were at risk, Courtney and Siara were more hesitant.

“If you find it really hard, just ask Jason to take care of them for you. He’d be more than willing,” I remarked with a knowing smile, watching Courtney’s expression darken with frustration as she prepared to leave.

“I’m leaving,” she declared tersely, turning to go, but I couldn’t let her walk away in such a state of agitation. I reached out, catching her arm and gently pulling her back.

“Hmm… mff!” Her protest was muffled as I deftly covered her mouth, ensuring our conversation remained private. In an unexpected turn, Courtney found herself sitting on my lap, her breath catching audibly.

“Is this really the conversation you wanted, Courtney?” I inquired softly, feeling her hands tentatively rest against my chest, her cheeks flushed pink.

“I… I saw you with Aisha,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, betraying a hint of vulnerability.

Ah, so that’s what this is about. Courtney had witnessed my closeness with Aisha and found herself consumed by jealousy.

“She’s just a friend,” I responded casually, feigning ignorance of her deeper concerns.

“You were too close, even for friends,” Courtney retorted sharply, her grip on my clothes tightening as she looked up at me, her eyes glistening with unspoken emotions.

Her desire was palpable as she closed the distance between us, capturing my lips in a kiss that spoke volumes of longing and unresolved tension. I responded instinctively, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her closer as our kiss deepened.

“Mmnn~” Courtney murmured softly against my lips, her body pressing eagerly against mine.

She was more affected by our time apart than I had anticipated. The weeks of separation had clearly taken their toll on her, intensifying the passion and urgency of our sudden closeness.

My hands roamed across her back before I slipped them beneath her dress, feeling the warmth of her skin against my cold fingers.

“Hnn~” Courtney shivered slightly as my cold hands made contact with her warm skin, a delightful contrast that sent a shiver through her body.

I caressed her soft back, tracing my way upwards until I encountered the obstacle of her bra.

“Open your lips,” I whispered in her ear, my breath warm and tantalizing.

“Unnn~yes…” She responded obediently, parting her lips. I quickly slid my tongue into her mouth.

“Hmmnnn!” Courtney’s eyes widened in surprise as our tongues intertwined, my tongue exploring her mouth with deliberate, sensual strokes. I licked her tongue, savoring the taste before moving to her lips, sucking on them strongly.

“Hnnnnnn~” Courtney’s eyes became hazy with desire, her body surrendering as her mouth melted under the onslaught of my tongue. I dominated her mouth entirely, licking her tongue, sucking her saliva, exploring every inch with my own tongue.

Meanwhile, my hands deftly unclasped her bra and pulled it away in one swift motion. I grasped both her wrists, pinning them together before removing her shirt, revealing her naked upper body to my hungry gaze.

“You have a beautiful body, Courtney,” I murmured with a smirk, my hands eagerly grasping her small, firm breasts.

“Ahnn❤️hmnn!” She moaned, but I quickly silenced her with another kiss, sealing her lips with mine to stifle any further sounds.

My hands, now free to explore, began to enjoy the feel of her bare breasts. They were smaller than those of Khione, Amelia, and Helena, who had the biggest breasts, but Courtney’s were perfectly fitting in my palms. I could massage them, crush them gently under my hands, reveling in their firmness.

The sensation was exquisite, each touch eliciting more soft moans from Courtney as she surrendered to the pleasure.

Her breasts were elastic and perfectly filled my palms, making the sensation even more pleasurable.

“Mnnnfff~~~” Courtney kept letting out muffled moans as I played with her breasts. Tears of pleasure streamed down her face, her body responding to my every touch.

With a smile, I reached for her pants and began to lower them. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

I pulled down her soaked panties, revealing her glistening cunt.

“Hnnn!” she gasped.

“It’s okay,” I whispered reassuringly, kissing her again. My fingers found their way to her dripping pussy, sliding along her wetness.

“Ahnnn❤️hmmnnn” she moaned as I played around her pussy for a moment before slipping a finger inside her.

“Mmmmnnnfff❤️!!” she cried out, her body trembling.

Suddenly, Courtney’s body went limp in my grasp.

She had passed out from the overwhelming pleasure.

I stood there, momentarily shocked, but then a smile crept across my face. Her body wasn’t used to such intense pleasure, especially from someone she had been holding back against until now.

Kissing Courtney’s lips gently, I put her dress back on and used my stealth skills to carry her back inside her tent.

What a shame, I thought.

As I turned to leave toward my tent, a sudden noise caught my attention. I stopped and turned around, listening intently.

Something was moving inside the bushes.

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