I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Her body began to move in sync with mine, her hips lifting to meet my thrusts as she gave in completely, surrendering to the exquisite agony of being filled so completely. Her moans grew louder, her cries echoing off the walls as I claimed her ass, each movement sending ripples of ecstasy through us both.

My dick twitched with need as I pulled out, my shaft glistening with her juices and the tight grip of her ass lingering in my mind like a siren’s call. Khillea lay beneath me, her body trembling, her lips parted as her breath came in ragged gasps. But I wasn’t done. Not even close.

“Turn around,” I said, the command leaving no room for argument, my voice thick with lust. Her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes met mine, and without hesitation, she obeyed, rolling onto her stomach carefully since she was pregnant.

“Haaan~”

I watched her perfect ass rise into the air, her hips arching invitingly as she pressed her knees into the mattress, presenting herself to me like a goddess awaiting worship—or conquest.

I took a moment to savor the view, my hands gliding over her trembling thighs and the curve of her ass, red and glowing from our earlier passion. Her anal hole, stretched and glistening, clenched slightly as if reluctant to let go of what it had just taken, while her soaked pussy practically begged for attention, her juices dripping down her inner thighs.

“You’re really perfect, ” I murmured, my hands spreading her cheeks apart, revealing everything she had to offer. She shivered at the cool air brushing over her sensitive skin, her hips wiggling slightly as if begging for me to hurry.

“Haaan❤️~~ yesss,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse with desire and need.

I lined myself up again with her tight hole, sliding the tip of my cock through her wetness, teasing her as her moans grew louder and more desperate. My hands found their way to her hips, gripping her firmly as I pushed forward, the head of my cock breaching her small entrance that was threatening to close back.

“Haaaaaaan❤️!!” She cried out, her back arching as I filled her inch by inch, her walls clenching around me like a vice.

“Damn that’s really tight!,” I groaned, my fingers digging into her flesh as I bottomed out inside her. Her body trembled beneath me, her walls fluttering as she adjusted to the intrusion. I didn’t wait long. Pulling back, I slammed into her again, harder this time, forcing a guttural moan from her lips.

“YES❤️! HAAAH❤️! FUCK ME HARDER, NATHAN!” Khillea screamed, her voice muffled as her face pressed into the mattress. I obliged, my hips snapping forward with relentless force, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body. Her ass bounced against me, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, a symphony of raw, unrestrained passion.

I reached forward, grasping her swaying breasts in my hands. They were soft and full, her nipples stiff against my palms as I squeezed and kneaded them. Her milk began to drip again, wetting my hands and driving me into a frenzy. I pinched her nipples between my fingers, twisting them lightly, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips.

“AAAHHH❤️! YES! PLAY WITH MY TITS! MAKE ME YOURS!” she cried, her voice breaking as her body bucked against mine. Her anal hole clenched tighter around me and I knew she was close. I pulled back, slamming into her with brutal force, my pace quickening as I felt her body tense. My hands squeezed her breasts harder, milking her, as my dick pounded into her with unrelenting rhythm.

“FUCK! I’M… I’M GONNA…!” Khillea screamed, her voice rising to a crescendo. Her body convulsed beneath me as her orgasm tore through her, her anal clenching and releasing in waves.

SQUIRT! SPLASH!

A sudden gush of liquid spilled from her untouched pussy, drenching my thighs and the sheets beneath us.

Looks like her pussy was asking to be fucked as well unfortunately I couldn’t so I will spoil even more her ass.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

“AAAAH❤️! NATHAN! FUCK! HAAAAAH❤️❤️! I CAN’T… I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!”

Khillea cried, her voice breaking as her second orgasm ripped through her. Her body convulsed, her body arching up but I quickly held her right by gropping her breasts.

Her climax sent me over the edge. With a guttural growl, I buried myself deep inside her, my cock pulsing as I spilled into her, thick ropes of cum filling her anal hole the brim. My hips jerked uncontrollably as I emptied myself inside her last hole.

I collapsed onto her, both of us panting, our bodies slick with sweat and her release. Her body trembled beneath me, her breaths shallow as she tried to recover.

“You… You’re… haa… so good… with that… haaaan… Nathan…”

Khillea’s voice was a sultry whisper, punctuated by short, breathless gasps as she lay sprawled out on her stomach, propped weakly on her elbows. Her hair, damp from exertion, clung to her flushed skin, framing her face in an almost ethereal glow.

I turned my body with effort, collapsing beside her in exhaustion. The room was filled with the scent of our intimacy, an undeniable testament to the hours we’d spent entwined. Her body, glistening with a faint sheen of sweat, was captivating. My gaze lingered on the mesmerizing sight before me—my semen kept leaking from her anal while her own juices leaked from her pussy. The contrast of her trembling body and the serene expression on her face left me spellbound.

If I had even an ounce of strength left, I’d have been tempted to take her again—to fill her other two holes until neither of us could move. But the sheer intensity of being with both Aisha and now Khillea had drained me entirely. Still, Khillea was… different. She had an allure, a magnetism that left me wanting more, even in my current state.

“You’re amazing too,” I managed to say with a soft laugh, my chest rising and falling as I struggled to catch my breath.

Khillea smiled, a mischievous glint in her tired eyes. Slowly, she shifted onto her back, her movements languid yet deliberate. She turned her head toward me, her gaze piercing, and then she asked something I hadn’t expected.

“How about you stay with me until the war ends?”

Her words hung in the air, striking me like a thunderbolt.

“I thought this would be the last time,” I replied, attempting to mask my surprise with a chuckle.

“I changed my mind,” she said simply, her lips curving into a sly smile.

“After I fucked your ass?” I teased, though my voice carried a hint of genuine curiosity.

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, her smile widening.

Her candid reply caught me off guard. I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it, at her brazenness, but something in her tone, in her gaze, stopped me. It wasn’t just a joke. There was something deeper behind her words, a longing that mirrored my own unspoken thoughts.

“I can’t,” I said after a moment, my voice quieter now. “The war is still ongoing.”

I couldn’t tell her the full truth—not that I was with the Trojans, nor that my time in Troy was fleeting. After the war, I had plans to leave, to disappear into the shadows of history. And Khillea… she had her own life to return to, her own country.

“What about it?” she pressed, her voice soft but insistent. “You could stay with me here.”

Her words made me frown slightly.

“If you’re worried about Menelaus or the Spartans’ reaction, don’t be. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.” She paused. “Better yet, you could just join the Myrmidons.”

Her suggestion startled me. The conviction in her voice hinted at a deeper connection to the Myrmidons, one I hadn’t considered before. My mind raced, piecing together fragments of information.

“You’re Achilles’s sister, aren’t you?” I asked, the realization dawning on me.

The question hung heavily in the air. For a long moment, Khillea said nothing. Her expression shifted, the playful veneer giving way to something more serious, almost vulnerable. She averted her gaze, turning away from me.

What was that reaction?

“You don’t want to stay because of that woman, don’t you? Aisha, was it?” Khillea’s sudden question broke the lingering silence.

Her tone was casual, but the sharpness in her eyes betrayed the undercurrent of something deeper—curiosity, perhaps, or maybe even jealousy. Her words took me by surprise. How did she know about Aisha?

I frowned slightly, the gears in my mind turning. There were only two possibilities. Either she had seen us together during one of those intimate moments or someone had told her about it. Both scenarios seemed equally plausible, but the thought of Aisha being dragged into this unsettled me. Fortunately, it didn’t seem like Khillea harbored any ill will toward her.

“Yes,” I admitted, my voice steady despite the storm of thoughts swirling in my head. “I love her.”

The words felt raw, but they were true. Aisha held a special place in my heart, one I couldn’t deny, not even to Khillea.

“Good for you,” Khillea replied, though her expression faltered. Her voice carried an edge of bitterness, and for a moment, her usual confident demeanor cracked.

What could I say to her? What should I say?

Her emotions were written plainly on her face—disappointment, perhaps tinged with longing. As I looked at her, sprawled in all her post-coital beauty, I couldn’t ignore the pull she had on me. Her fiery spirit, her strength, her vulnerability—it was all intoxicating. I wanted her. That much was undeniable.

And so, instead of overthinking it, I acted on impulse.

“How about you come with me?” I asked, my voice quiet but firm.

The question hung in the air between us, heavy with meaning. I didn’t know what answer I expected, or if I even expected one at all. But as Khillea’s eyes met mine, her expression softened, and I could see the flicker of surprise—and perhaps something more—in her gaze.