I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

When I was mere inches from her, I looked down, towering over her. I was a bit taller, enough to make her feel the weight of my presence. “I just thought…hmnn~” she began, but her words trailed off into a soft moan as I leaned in, pressing a kiss to her neck.

As the tension mounted between us, I couldn’t help but ask, “Thought what exactly?” My voice was a low murmur, almost drowned by the heavy silence that surrounded us. My right hand, driven by an instinctual need, roamed beneath the fabric of her clothing, finding its way between her thighs.

Despite the barrier of her pants, I could feel the warmth radiating from her, a subtle but unmistakable heat that called to me. The pressure of my hand was soft but insistent, seeking out the sensitive spot that lay hidden beneath layers of cloth.

She was wearing tight black pants, the kind that hugged her every curve, accentuating the shapeliness of her legs and the delicate arch of her hips. But the thin fabric did little to conceal the contours of her body from my touch.

It wasn’t hard to pinpoint the exact location of her pussy, and as I reached out, my fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns over the area, exploring her through the material. I could feel the muscles in her thighs tense as she instinctively pressed them together, trapping my hand in a warm, trembling grip.

With a gentle caress, I began to move my hand up and down, creating a friction that seemed to ignite something deep within her. Her breath hitched, the sound escaping her lips in a series of soft, desperate moans. “Hmnn~I…hmnnn th…ought we could…ahnnn!” Her voice was a mix of hesitation and desire, the words struggling to form as I increased the pressure of my touch.

Her moan grew louder, her body betraying her as I found the most sensitive spots with unerring precision.

As my fingers worked their magic, I soon felt a dampness seeping through the fabric. Her black pants, once pristine, now bore the evidence of her arousal, the dark material growing darker still as her juices began to wet the cloth.

Semiramis, feeling the growing discomfort between her legs, tried to alleviate it by pressing her thighs together, rubbing them against one another in a futile attempt to quell the sensations. But the friction only seemed to heighten her need, drawing soft whimpers from her lips.

I leaned in closer, my breath warm against her skin as I brushed my lips along the line of her chin, before capturing her mouth in a deep, lingering kiss. “Hmm~” The sound was more of a purr than a moan, a low vibration that resonated deep within her chest. As our lips met, Semiramis closed her eyes, the world around us fading into nothingness.

Her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, the warmth spreading across her face as the heat of the moment consumed her.

“Hmn~~”

Awkwardly, she began to take small, unconscious steps forward, as if seeking to escape the overwhelming sensations. But I was having none of it. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her back against me, holding her firmly in place as I deepened the kiss. The feel of her body against mine was intoxicating, her curves pressing into me, her large breasts yielding under the pressure of my chest.

Despite the armor she wore, I could feel the outline of her flesh, the softness that lay just beneath the hard exterior.

She was clearly inexperienced, her movements unsure, her responses tentative. This was undoubtedly her first time being kissed so passionately, so thoroughly. Sensing her hesitation, I took the lead, guiding her through the motions. My lips moved against hers with practiced ease, my tongue darting out to lick and tease the delicate flesh.

I kissed her hungrily, devouring her mouth as if it were the only thing that mattered in the world.

As I held her closer, my hand slid upwards, cupping the full weight of her breasts. Even through the armor, I could feel their softness, the way they yielded under my touch. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I needed to feel her, to touch her without the barrier of clothing between us.

My fingers began to massage her breasts, kneading the flesh as I whispered against her lips, “Your tongue, Semiramis.”

Her response was immediate, a soft, breathy moan escaping her as she tried to comply. “Hmmn~tongue?…hnn!” Her mouth opened slightly, just enough for me to slide my finger inside, keeping her lips parted. And then, without warning, I plunged my tongue into her mouth, exploring her warmth with unbridled passion. The taste of her was intoxicating, a mixture of sweetness and heat that drove me wild.

“Hmmnn!!”

Semiramis’ body reacted strongly, her muscles tensing as the pleasure washed over her in waves. Her eyes fluttered shut, the once bright red irises now clouded with desire, her gaze turning hazy and unfocused. Tears of pleasure welled up at the corners of her eyes, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she struggled to keep up with the intensity of the moment.

Her grip on my arms weakened, her fingers trembling as she fought to stay upright.

“Sluuurrp! Schluuup!” The sounds of our tongues intertwining, of saliva being exchanged, filled the room; I continued to explore her mouth, tracing my tongue along the inside of her cheeks, tasting every inch of her. When I finally pulled back, a thin trail of saliva connected our lips, a tangible reminder of the intensity of our kiss.

“Haaa❤️” Semiramis gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Her mouth hung open, her lips glistening with saliva. A single droplet escaped, trickling down her chin before falling into the valley between her breasts. I watched, mesmerized, as the droplet slowly made its way downwards, disappearing into the crevice of her bountiful chest.

Without thinking, I lowered my head, my lips following the path of the droplet. I pressed my mouth to the skin of her cleavage, sucking hard as I licked up the saliva, savoring the taste of her.

“Ahnnn❤️!!” Her reaction was immediate and intense, her body arching against me as she let out a cry of pleasure. The sound was like music to my ears, a melody that spurred me on to do more, to take more.

“What…what are you doing?!” A voice from the side interrupted us, snapping me back to reality. I turned my head to see Rena standing there, her eyes wide with shock, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She had been watching us, witnessing the entire exchange, and now she stood frozen in place, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her.