I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

“What happened?” I asked aloud, my voice cutting through the silence, though I wasn’t expecting an answer from anyone in particular.

The room was quiet now, the intensity of the moment already fading. The brief encounter had come to an abrupt end, leaving me to reflect on the haze that had just passed. After what felt like such a short span of intimacy, it was already over. I leaned back, staring at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts.

I think perhaps I had been caught off guard by Khillea’s unique allure, her body exuding a kind of primal seduction that was hard to resist. There had been something raw and almost desperate in the way she had looked at me, the way her hands had grasped at me, trembling. She had yearned for this, whispered it into my ear with fevered breaths. Her desire to get pregnant, her need for fulfillment, was palpable. She had nearly begged for it, her voice thick with longing.

As a man, maybe it was only natural to feel an urge to answer that call, to fulfill her dream, however fleeting that moment might be. I had allowed myself to give in, to lose myself in that primal exchange.

But just as things were getting interesting, as I was reaching the moment where our connection seemed to peak, she had lost consciousness. A soft, almost fragile sigh had escaped her lips before she collapsed, her body unable to bear the pleasure any longer.

“Maybe she’s just a very sensitive woman,” I mused aloud, comparing her briefly to Courtney, who had a similar reaction. It wasn’t a question of technique or timing—it seemed to be something deep within them, something about their nature. But I didn’t dwell on it for too long.

Whatever.

I had enjoyed myself, but now I was painfully aware of how late I was for my next engagement with Astynome. It felt like every time I was on the verge of reaching her, something or someone else got in my way, pulling me into a different direction. My mind buzzed with the weight of all the distractions piling up, but I couldn’t afford to be distracted any longer.

With a deep breath, I stood up from the disheveled bedding and stripped off the remnants of my clothing, tossing my top aside and letting the cool air hit my skin. My body was slick with sweat, a mix of the travel-worn grime and the sheen of passion from the moments with Aisha and then Khillea. The tent smelled faintly of sex and the earthy scent of the camp, and I couldn’t help but smirk at the mess we had made of Achilles’ space.

Approaching the basin of water, I dipped a bowl into the cool liquid and began to wash myself, letting the water cascade over my skin, rinsing away the sweat and the fatigue that had clung to me since I arrived. The sensation was refreshing, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to relish in the simplicity of the act. As the water splashed onto the ground, soaking into the dirt, I realized I had pretty much soaked Achilles’ tent floor as well.

Ah, whatever. He wouldn’t mind, I thought with a shrug.

I reached for the clean towel hanging nearby, the fabric soft as I dried myself. Once I was satisfied, I dressed again in fresh clothes, feeling a bit more like myself now that the sweat and grime had been scrubbed away. Achilles still hadn’t returned, but perhaps only a few minutes had passed since he had called for me.

Still, something about his absence nagged at me.

Why would he summon me and then be nowhere to be found? And what was it that Khillea had said earlier? Her words echoed faintly in my mind, but they felt strangely distant, as if they were hiding a deeper meaning. A sense of unease settled in my chest, though I couldn’t quite place why.

I turned my gaze to Khillea, still unconscious on the bedding. There was something about her that felt… off. As I stared at her, a nagging familiarity tugged at the back of my mind. It was as if I had met her before, felt her presence in another time or place, yet I couldn’t grasp where or how. Something was preventing me from fully understanding the truth, as if there was a veil over my mind.

In any case, she was a good woman. She had given herself to me without hesitation, and I had taken her virginity—a fact that stirred a mix of emotions within me. A part of me felt guilty for Achilles, yet another part felt no remorse. After all, if he was the one who had ordered his women to entertain me, then he couldn’t blame me for accepting. There was no shame in it, and I doubted he would hold any grudges.

As I turned away from Khillea, my eyes fell on Briseis, still sitting in the corner of the tent. Her face was a deep shade of red, a flush that spread all the way down her neck. She had witnessed everything, her wide eyes watching in silence as I had been with Khillea. The sight of her embarrassment made me smirk slightly.

“You look like you want to be entertained too but unfortunately I don’t have time,” I remarked, as I let my gaze linger on her.

“I… I didn’t ask for it!” Briseis stammered, her cheeks burning even brighter. Her legs trembled where she sat, and she crossed them as if trying to hide the effect watching me had had on her.

“I see,” I replied with a knowing smile, taking in her flustered expression.

Briseis averted her eyes, her lips pressed tightly together in an effort to keep silent, but the heat of the moment still hung heavy in the air. When I finally looked away from her, I could sense her body tense, her breathing shallow as if she were fighting the temptation to speak.

For now, there would be no more time for such distractions. I had other matters to attend to.

Once I was ready, I moved toward the entrance of the tent, pushing aside the curtain to step out. But as I did, I was met with the unexpected sight of Patroclus standing just outside, his expression stern and laced with suspicion. His eyes locked onto mine, and then, almost instinctively, he glanced past me into the interior of the tent.

“Achilles never came,” I said, trying to sound casual as I gestured toward the space behind me. “He left me some “gift”, so I took them. Now, I’ll be on my way.”

Patroclus followed my gaze, his eyes widening slightly as they fell on Khillea, sprawled naked across Achilles’ bed. Her body lay still, except for the subtle rise and fall of her chest, though evidence of our recent activities was plain to see. Cum still dripped from between her legs, staining the sheets beneath her, mingling with the telltale streaks of blood. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, undeniable and raw.

“Ahan~ yess… make… me pregnant… hmn❤️…” Khillea mumbled softly, still lost in the lingering haze of her climax. Her voice was weak, barely coherent, yet her words betrayed the depth of her desire even in sleep.

I glanced back at Patroclus and noticed something flicker in his eyes—a mixture of exasperation and resignation. He didn’t seem surprised by the scene, though it clearly affected him in some way. He looked back at me, his expression hardening once more.

“Thank you. You can leave,” Patroclus said flatly, his voice calm but firm. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

I stared at him for a moment, confusion swirling in my mind. Thank you? For what, exactly? For fucking Achilles’ woman? The thought made me smirk inwardly, though I kept my face composed. Whatever was going on in Patroclus’ head, I wasn’t about to question it.

“Yeah…” I muttered, nodding slightly, still taken aback by his strange reaction. I cast him a final glance, trying to read his expression, but his face remained a mask of calm. He was a strange one, that much was clear. Without another word, I stepped past him and left the tent behind.

As I descended the hill, I ignored the sound of muffled laughter from the Myrmidons stationed nearby. Their knowing grins and snickers were irritating, but I didn’t let them bother me. Instead, I focused on loosening the tension in my muscles. My arms felt heavy, so I stretched them out as I walked, followed by a few waist exercises to ease the stiffness that had settled into my body.

Physically, I was drained. It wasn’t just the travel to the camp that had worn me out—it was the back-to-back sessions with Aisha and then Khillea that had taken a toll. My body, strong as it was, still had its limits, and it seemed like sex had a way of exhausting me in ways battle never did or maybe it was because my body was reaching its end? Every muscle ached, and though I could feel the fatigue deep in my bones, there was also a strange sense of satisfaction coursing through me.

I felt… refreshed.

What I had thought would be a mundane day—just another task to infiltrate and capture Astynome—had turned into something far more enjoyable. It was hard not to smile at the turn of events.

But now, I could finally focus on the task at hand: Astynome.

She should still be in Agamemnon’s tent, waiting. The thought of her stirred something within me, though I quickly pushed it aside. There was work to be done, and this time, I wouldn’t allow myself to be distracted. Adjusting the scarf around my face, I began my trek toward the Mycenaeans’ camp, where Agamemnon’s massive tent loomed in the distance.