I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Nathan’s hand slid into her hair, fingers threading through the silken strands. “Good,” he murmured. “There’s more for you to taste.”

Ameriah’s breath quickened. Her hand still wrapped around his shaft, she felt the weight and heat of him pulse in her palm. The enormity of what she was doing—kneeling before a man, touching him like this—made her dizzy, but the way Nathan looked at her, calm and steady, filled her with a strange kind of confidence.

She leaned forward until her breath fanned across the slick head of his cock. Her lips brushed it—softly, a fleeting kiss—and she felt him twitch in her hand. Encouraged, she licked once.

“Sluuurp~” The sound slipped from her, wet and sweet.

Nathan’s breath caught, a deep, low groan vibrating up from his chest. The feeling of her timid little tongue gliding over him, tasting him for the first time, sent a jolt of pleasure through his body that he barely contained. His hand slid deeper into her hair, the strands silken between his fingers as he guided her with a gentle pressure.

Ameriah’s lips parted just enough to whisper a shaky breath over him before she licked again, slower, tracing the ridge beneath the head, savoring the salt and warmth. Each movement of her tongue made him throb heavier against her palm until the weight of him filled her hand completely.

“Sluuurp~sluuuurp~~Sluuuurp~”

Nathan’s dick twitched, swelling larger with every breath she took, the thick shaft heating until her fingers could barely circle him. She blinked, watching the pink crown grow bolder, more prominent, glistening under the faint light. Her heart stuttered. It’s getting even bigger… She hesitated, pulling her mouth back slightly as she swallowed hard.

It looked enormous—impossible, almost obscene—and the thought of fitting it between her lips made her pulse flutter wildly.

Nathan groaned softly as she stared at him, her hesitation only fueling his hunger. He could see the awe in her wide eyes, the way her tongue flicked nervously against her lip before she leaned in for another tentative lick. Sluurp~ The wet sound echoed faintly in the vast chamber.

But Ameriah paused again, her gaze shifting over her shoulder toward the others.

Auria and Elin stood behind, their faces painted in shades of fascination and disbelief. Auria’s lips were parted, her cheeks tinged pink, while Elin’s hands twisted in her lap as if she couldn’t decide whether to look away or move closer.

Ameriah smiled faintly, a little spark of mischief lighting her face. “What are you waiting for? Come and help Lord Nathan and me.” Her tone carried a soft command beneath the sweetness, the kind that drew obedience more from curiosity than fear.

Auria’s breath caught. “W…won’t we… bother you?” she asked, eyes flicking nervously from Ameriah to Nathan.

Nathan leaned back slightly on the bench, gaze heavy-lidded, expression calm but unmistakably approving. “It’s your choice,” he said simply.

That single sentence hung between them, thick as smoke.

Auria swallowed hard, her pulse loud in her ears. The moment his eyes met hers—dark and steady, filled with quiet promise—something in her gave way. “I… I’m going, Elin,” she whispered, and then her bare feet brushed the cold floor as she crossed the space, each step hesitant but drawn by something deeper than reason.

Elin didn’t move. Her gaze darted between them, the heat building in her chest as she remembered the night she saw Freja covered in Nathan’s cum.

Auria knelt beside Ameriah, the stone biting at her knees. Nathan’s spread legs left barely enough space between them, their shoulders brushing, their shared breath quick and shallow. The faint scent of skin and lust filled the air.

Ameriah’s smile softened. “Here, Auria,” she murmured, fingers still gliding slowly over Nathan’s slick shaft. “Hold it.”

Auria hesitated, staring down at the thick, veined length rising between them. Her throat worked in a nervous swallow. “It’s… it’s so big…” she whispered, but her trembling hand moved forward anyway. Her fingers brushed the hot skin, and a gasp slipped past her lips.

“Ah… it’s so hard…” she said softly, her tone a mix of wonder and disbelief.

The heat pulsed against her palm, almost alive, and for a moment she simply stared at her hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Ameriah’s hand remained higher, their fingers brushing as they both held him. The contrast between their soft, unsure touches and Nathan’s rough, steady breathing filled the air with a thick, electric tension.

“Grip it tighter,” Ameriah whispered, voice trembling as much from excitement as nerves. She began to move her hand again, slowly, demonstrating the motion. Auria followed instinctively, her strokes awkward but eager.

Nathan exhaled a rough sound, head tilting back slightly as pleasure rippled through him. “Just like that…” he murmured. His hands rested on their heads, fingers tangled in their hair, guiding but never forcing.

Auria’s lips parted at the sound of his voice. She looked up briefly, her gaze meeting his, and the weight of that look made her stomach twist in a hot, unfamiliar ache.

Ameriah leaned closer, her tongue flicking out once more to taste the tip. “Sluuurp~” The sound mingled with the wet slide of their hands, the heat of the moment drawing all three into a slow, unspoken rhythm.

Auria watched, her own breath trembling as she felt the movement of his cock under her palm, each pulse throbbing in sync with his heartbeat. Without quite realizing it, she leaned forward too, her lips brushing just beneath where Ameriah’s tongue moved.

Nathan’s breath hitched sharply, his hands tightening in their hair.

The two women exchanged a glance—one filled with nervous laughter, the other with a spark of shared mischief—and then, together, they resumed their rhythm, their tongues brushing against each other briefly as they both tasted him, curious and eager, the sounds of their wet mouths filling the air:

“Sluuurp… ahhnn… slrrp~”

“Sluuurp~sluuuurp~~haa…sluurp~”

Elin stood frozen, her face flushed, eyes dark with something she couldn’t name. She bit her lip, torn between propriety and the magnetic pull of the scene before her. Ameriah glanced at her, lips glistening, eyes bright.

“Elin,” she murmured, voice husky. “Don’t just watch. Come here.”

“I… I…” Elin tried to answer, but her throat was dry.

The sight of the two of them—Ameriah and Auria—kneeling shoulder to shoulder, sharing Nathan’s cock between their mouths, had her trembling. It was obscene. It was beautiful. Her body betrayed her before her mind caught up; her panties clung damply to her, and her knees felt weak.

Nathan, on the other hand, was lost in it.

Two women—soft, young, hesitant—learning the shape of his pleasure together. It wasn’t the first time he’d been touched like this, but their inexperience gave the act a new sweetness, every tentative lick filled with discovery.

“Sluuurp~hmm…sluurp… haa~”

“Slrhhhp~slrp! hnn~slurp~”

Their tongues were soft and curious, sliding over him with the patience of worshipers tracing the lines of a sacred idol. Every stroke left a glistening trail on his skin. The air was thick with their breath and the sound of saliva moving.

Ameriah, kneeling in front, focused on his tip—her tongue circling the flushed crown, teasing the sensitive underside, each motion earning a quiet groan. Beside her, Auria leaned to the side, licking the shaft in long, loving passes from base to head, her small hands braced against his knees for balance.

Nathan’s muscles tightened. His dick felt heavy in their mouths, blood pounding through him with each lick, each flicker of warmth. He couldn’t take it sitting anymore. He rose, slow and deliberate, his breath uneven.

Standing gave him a kind of dominance that rippled through the room. The two women looked up, startled, lips glossy, chins wet. They made quite a beautiful pair together like this.

“Do it now,” he said. His voice was low, commanding, soft but impossible to refuse.

Ameriah hesitated only a heartbeat before she smiled—small, shy, knowing—and leaned forward. Her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth for the first time.

“Hmmffh~”

The sound vibrated around him, low and delicious. Her lips stretched, cheeks hollowing as she eased him in. He was big, too big for her, and yet she managed, inch by inch, eyes closed tight in concentration.

Nathan’s hand moved instinctively, fingers slipping into her pale hair, gripping lightly near the base of her horn, guiding her pace.

“Glluurgh~hmmphh~” she breathed around him, swallowing, then sucking in earnest.

Each motion was awkward but sincere, the kind of effort that made his spine tingle. He tilted his head back, exhaling a long, shuddering breath.

Auria watched, wide-eyed, her tongue darting unconsciously over her own lips. The sight of Ameriah’s mouth stretching around him, the sounds she made—each wet gulp and muffled moan—made Auria’s pulse hammer in her ears.

She couldn’t stay idle.

Placing one hand on Nathan’s thigh for support, she leaned in from the side, pressing her mouth against the base where Ameriah couldn’t reach. The skin there was warm, slick with a mix of saliva and pre-cum. She kissed it softly, then flicked her tongue over it.

“Sluuurp~”

Nathan’s other hand found her hair, his fingers threading through the silky strands, holding her in place as if rewarding her for joining.

Auria smiled against him, then turned her head slightly, wrapping her lips around the side of his shaft while her tongue spiraled upward. The two women’s mouths moved in tandem, their breaths blending, their tongues sometimes colliding in the same space.

The sensation was overwhelming.

Every lick, every press of their lips sent a tremor through Nathan’s body. His hips began to move unconsciously, a slow rhythm that they followed eagerly.

Elin hesitated again meanwhile, her pulse thrumming so hard she could hear it in her ears. The soft slap of wet tongues and the slick, breathy noises of pleasure filled the air, each one a spark that made her thighs press together. She took a trembling step forward, then another, as if pulled by an invisible thread. The closer she came, the more the scene unfolded before her—Ameriah and Auria, side by side, their mouths gliding over Nathan’s cock with slow, deliberate hunger.

The sound of them was maddening.

“Slrhhp… mmmh… haaah~ slrp~”

“Sluuuhhp~slrhp~nnnh~haa…”

Each lick echoed against the walls like music. The heat in Elin’s belly swelled until she could barely breathe. Ameriah’s voice from earlier whispered in her head—it’s now or never—and something inside her clicked.

“I… I will help as well…” she stammered, her voice almost a whisper as she stepped closer, kneeling beside Ameriah on Nathan’s left.

Before she could move further, a strong hand closed around her wrist.

Nathan’s.

He pulled her toward him with effortless strength, catching her off balance. She fell softly against his side, and his arm slid around her waist, anchoring her there.

Ameriah didn’t pause; her mouth continued to move over him, lips gliding and sucking in small, rhythmic motions, while Auria kept her tongue tracing slow, teasing lines up his shaft.

Nathan turned his head, his breath hot against Elin’s ear. Her heart hammered wildly as she looked up, and their eyes met—his dark and knowing, hers wide, frightened, desperate.

Then he kissed her.

“Hmmhh—!”

Elin gasped into his mouth. The world seemed to tilt. It was her first kiss, and it shattered her composure completely. His lips were soft but sure, tasting faintly of the heat and musk surrounding them. When he pulled back, he dragged his tongue across her trembling lips, savoring the shiver it drew from her.

“You came quite late,” he murmured.

Her gaze flicked down between them. Ameriah and Auria were still at work, the rhythm of their mouths unbroken, the wet sounds growing louder, more frantic.

“Sluuurp~hmnn~~~sluuuurp~~~shlick~~”

“Gluuurrgh~~sluuurpp~~~haa…haaa…”

Nathan’s breath came heavier now; his jaw clenched, his muscles tense. He was close.

“I…” Elin tried to speak, but the words tangled.

Nathan leaned in, his voice dropping low enough that only she could hear it. “Freja didn’t lick it. Do you want to?”

The name hit her like a spark. Her face flamed red, her lips parted, but no sound came out. She looked away, shaking, but Nathan only smiled. He took her hand gently, then guided her down.

“Kya—!”

She gasped as she fell to her knees, landing softly between his legs. The sudden proximity left her breathless. His cock loomed in front of her face, slick with saliva, thick and impossibly hard. She swallowed instinctively, throat bobbing.

Ameriah’s mouth was still working, though slower now—her lips swollen, her breathing ragged. She could barely take half of him before her gag reflex forced her to stop.

“Ameriah,” Nathan said quietly, his voice calm but commanding, “let Elin have your place.”

Ameriah looked up, eyes hazy. “Hmpfh… o-okay…” she murmured, pulling back with a soft pop. Her chin glistened; she wiped it with the back of her hand and smiled faintly at Elin. “Your turn…”

Auria, panting, drew back as well, resting a hand on her chest. “I need… a breath…”

Elin stared at the glistening shaft before her, frozen. Nathan wrapped his fingers around the base, guiding it toward her face until the tip hovered just in front of her lips, shadowing her expression.

“What will you do, Elin?” he asked softly, pressing the warm head against her mouth. “You know Freja never went this far.”

The mention of that name again—it broke something in her hesitation.

Her eyes closed, tears glimmering at the corners, and her lips parted. Slowly, trembling, she let him in.

Nathan groaned the instant he felt the heat of her mouth.

“Fff… fuuuck…”

Elin’s eyes flew open as the thickness filled her mouth, stretching her lips around him. It was hot, heavy, overwhelming. She couldn’t take him deep—not even halfway—but her hands found his thighs for balance as she began to suck, her tongue trembling against him.

“Hmmphh… hmmm… sluurgh~ slrp~”

The sound vibrated through him, wet and desperate. His hand moved to the back of her head, threading into her blond hair, gripping gently as he rocked his hips forward, deeper but still careful. Her muffled whimper shot straight down his spine.

Then the tension snapped.

Nathan’s breath hitched, his muscles tightened, and with a guttural sound he came.

“Hhnn—! Fuuuhh—!”

Hot pulses filled her mouth in thick waves, each spurt startling her as it struck the back of her throat.

“HHHMmfffhh—!”

Elin’s eyes squeezed shut. It was too much, too warm, but she refused to pull away. Instead, she swallowed, trying to breathe through her nose, her fingers clutching his knees as his release coated her tongue.

“Gluurpp~… glurrgh~…”

Her throat worked visibly as she gulped again and again until the torrent slowed. His hand relaxed in her hair; his chest heaved with the fading aftershocks.

When he finally pulled back, the tip slid from her lips with a wet pop, leaving a silvery string between them. She coughed once, softly, but most of what he’d given her was gone. A thin line escaped the corner of her mouth, sliding down her chin.

Ameriah, still kneeling nearby, reached out and caught the droplet with her finger. She lifted it to her lips, tasting it.

“Hmm… it’s stronger…” she murmured, smiling faintly.

Elin stayed kneeling, breathing unevenly, her cheeks crimson, her lashes damp. Her lips were still parted, glistening. The warmth of what she’d done—and what she’d swallowed—lingered in her chest like fire.

Nathan looked down at her, eyes soft now, his body still humming from the high.