I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

In the lavish royal chambers of the newly crowned Queen of Tenebria, the air was thick with heat and the intoxicating scent of passion. Velvet curtains swayed gently from the breeze slipping through the balcony doors, the flickering candlelight casting sultry shadows over the luxurious space. The massive bed, draped in silk sheets of midnight black, bore witness to the fevered entanglement of two bodies, moving in rhythm with primal desire.

“Haaah…! Hnnngh❤️! Ahhh!”

Moans of sheer pleasure echoed off the high ceilings, mingling with the rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh, a symphony of unrestrained ecstasy. The sheets were already disheveled beyond recognition, damp with sweat and the lingering remnants of their relentless passion.

Two figures writhed atop the bed, entwined in an unbreakable embrace. One was a strikingly handsome young man, no older than nineteen, his white hair cascading in soft waves around his chiseled face. His physique was sculpted to perfection, every inch of his toned body exuding raw strength and dominance. His pale skin seemed almost luminous under the dim candlelight, a stark contrast against the flushed, trembling woman beneath him.

Azariah Tenebria, Queen of the Tenebria Kingdom, lay sprawled beneath him, utterly undone. The regal air that once surrounded her was nowhere to be seen—now, she was reduced to a quivering, moaning mess, lost in the abyss of pleasure.

Her silver hair clung to her damp forehead, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks as she arched her back in sheer bliss. Her crimson eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were hazy with lust, unfocused as they gazed up at the man above her. Small whimpers and gasps left her swollen lips as her body trembled beneath the relentless pace he set.

“Haaahhh❤️! F-Fuck me, Samael! Hnnnngh! M-more! Ahhh…Yes!” she cried, voice breaking into breathless sobs of pleasure.

Her exquisite, bare body was flushed with a deep pink hue, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Soft, needy gasps escaped her lips as Samael’s hands roamed over her trembling form, fingers pressing possessively into her delicate curves. A series of love bites adorned her body, particularly around the swell of her breasts—marks of his unrelenting desire for her. Her nipples, sensitive from his earlier ministrations, stood erect, begging for his touch once more.

Samael’s grip on her hips tightened as he drove himself into her with unrelenting force, each thrust drawing out another desperate moan from the woman beneath him.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

The lewd sounds of their joining filled the room, mixing with the Queen’s broken cries. Her walls clenched around him as another wave of euphoria crashed over her, body arching off the bed as her mind went blank from sheer ecstasy.

“HAAAAN❤️! S-SAMAEL!!!”

A shudder ran through her entire body as she convulsed in pleasure, her fingers digging into the sheets as another orgasm wracked through her. Samael smirked above her, watching her fall apart so beautifully beneath him.

“That must be your fourth one, Azariah,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement as he caught the way her eyes rolled back, her lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure.

But he was far from done.

Before she could even catch her breath, he flipped her effortlessly onto all fours, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. Her soft, round ass was now facing him, a sight that made his hunger deepen.

“Haaah… w-wait…! S-Samael, ahhh! P-please, I… I need a moment—!”

She barely managed to get the words out before he thrust into her once more, stealing the air from her lungs with the force of his movement.

“AHHHN❤️!! N-no… too much—! Haaaahhh!!”

Her arms gave out as she collapsed onto the sheets, her face buried into the pillows as Samael pounded into her relentlessly. His large hands roamed down her back before grasping the soft weight of her breasts, squeezing them with delicious firmness as his fingers teased the sensitive peaks. Azariah gasped, her body melting beneath him as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

The room was filled with nothing but the raw sounds of their passion, their cries of pleasure intertwining as they lost themselves in each other once more. The Queen, usually so composed and authoritative, was now nothing more than a whimpering, writhing mess, her body and soul completely at his mercy.

If anyone were to witness the esteemed and perpetually smiling Queen of their Kingdom in such a state of abandon, they would undoubtedly be struck with astonishment. The sight of her, moaning and pleading with unbridled passion, would be a revelation that would shatter any preconceived notions of her regal composure.

“Haaan❤️! Hm❤️!! S..so good!”

Azariah, who had only moments ago requested a respite, was now utterly consumed by waves of ecstasy. She had yielded her body entirely to Samael, who was taking her from behind with a fervor that left her breathless. His hands gripped her waist firmly, guiding her movements as he thrust deeply and rhythmically, each motion eliciting a symphony of gasps and moans from her lips.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

The room echoed with the primal sounds of their union, a raw and unfiltered melody that spoke of their shared desire. For what felt like an eternity, but was merely five minutes, Nathan continued to claim her, his body moving in perfect sync with hers. The world outside their chamber faded into insignificance, their existence reduced to the sensation of skin against skin, the heat of their bodies merging as one.

And then, a knock at the door, a harsh intrusion into their private world.

“Your Majesty.”

The voice from beyond the door was a jarring reminder of the reality that awaited them, but Azariah was too far gone to heed its call.

“O…Ohaaaah!!” she cried out, her voice laced with a mixture of pleasure and desperation.

Nathan, however, was undeterred. He continued his relentless pace, his body a machine of desire, driven by an insatiable hunger for her.

“Your Majesty.” The voice called again, more insistent this time.

“W…what is it haaan!” Azariah managed to gasp out, her words punctuated by the rhythm of Nathan’s thrusts.

Without warning, the door swung open, revealing Semiramis standing in the doorway, her armor glinting in the dim light of the chamber. Azariah’s eyes widened in shock and embarrassment, but Nathan showed no sign of slowing down.

“N…No…Haaan❤️!” Azariah tried to conceal her compromising position, but Nathan’s grip on her waist was unyielding, his movements becoming more urgent and frenzied.

“It’s just Semiramis,” he growled, his voice thick with desire as he continued to drive into her.

“HAAAAN❤️! HAAAN❤️! YEESSS!” Azariah’s moans filled the room, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. This time, her cries of pleasure reached Semiramis’ ears, leaving no doubt as to the nature of the scene unfolding before her.

Semiramis stood there, her expression a mix of resignation and mild amusement. This was not the first time she had walked in on such a spectacle, and despite the absurdity of the situation, it had become a familiar sight over the past few months. The sight of Nathan and Azariah, lost in their passion, was almost commonplace now.

“I…It’s coming! HYAAA❤️❤️!!!”

Azariah’s body tensed as she reached the peak of her pleasure, her climax crashing over her like a tidal wave. She threw her head back, her hands clutching the bedsheets as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. Her body trembled and weakened, collapsing onto the bed, but Nathan held her firmly in place, his own release imminent.

With a final, deep thrust, he spilled his seed into her, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. Azariah let out a long, satisfied moan as she felt the warmth of his essence filling her, a sensation that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

“Hmmmmm~~” she sighed, her body finally relaxing as Nathan slowly withdrew from her. The blend of their essences dripped down from her, a testament to their shared passion. Only then did Nathan release his grip on her, allowing her to collapse fully onto the bed, her body sated and spent.

Nathan pushed aside the soft, silken sheets and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the cool air of the chamber brushing against his bare skin. His movements were unhurried, languid even, as if savoring the remnants of the night’s rest. His gaze drifted toward the half-finished glass of wine resting on the nearby table—an indulgence from the previous night. He reached for it, the deep crimson liquid swirling gently before he downed the remainder in a single smooth motion, the rich taste lingering on his tongue.

Turning his attention toward the woman standing before him, he let a smirk tug at his lips. “What is it this time, Semiramis?” he drawled, his voice carrying an amused lilt. “Did our night two days ago not satisfy you? If you desire more, I wouldn’t mind indulging you right now. I still have plenty of energy left for you.” His golden eyes flickered with mischief as he studied her, waiting for her reaction.

Semiramis, despite the sudden warmth creeping up her cheeks, quickly composed herself. She was no stranger to his teasing, but the way he spoke—so confident, so effortless—always left her breathless. Even so, duty came first.

Shaking her head, she forced her expression into something more composed, her voice taking on a firm edge. “I am not here for that, Lord Commander,” she stated resolutely.

Nathan chuckled at her formality. He understood why she maintained such decorum during matters of importance, even though he had long since broken the barriers between them in private. As one of his most trusted retainers, Semiramis remained ever-dedicated to her role, her unwavering discipline making her all the more alluring.

Setting the empty glass back on the table with a soft clink, Nathan exhaled through his nose. “I see. Another problem, then?” he mused, tilting his head slightly.

Semiramis nodded, her crimson eyes darkening with urgency. “Yes, and a more pressing one than before, Lord Commander,” she affirmed. “Please follow me. Everyone is already gathered and waiting for the meeting.”