I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Nathan’s voice cut through the heavy silence of the council chamber.

“Not you, Semiramis.”

Semiramis froze mid-step, the soft click of her heeled boots halting instantly. The other commanders—Megara included—did not need to be told twice. They exchanged quick, knowing glances, cheeks flushing in varying shades of embarrassment and anticipation, before hurrying toward the massive double doors. Megara’s face burned brightest of all, scarlet creeping down her neck as she practically fled, the heavy oak slamming shut behind the last of them with a resonant thud that echoed through the vaulted room.

Now it was only the two of them.

The council table still bore the scattered parchments and maps of the morning’s interminable meeting. Sunlight slanted through the tall arched windows in golden bars, catching motes of dust and painting Semiramis’s crimson hair in molten fire.

She turned slowly to face him, posture straight, chin lifted in that proud, almost defiant way she always wore in public. But her eyes—those deep, blood-red eyes—betrayed her. A flicker of heat danced in their depths, anticipation she could not quite conceal.

“Is there something else, Lord Commander?” She asked, voice steady, though the faintest tremor colored the edges.

Nathan rose from the high-backed chair at the head of the table. The scrape of wood on stone was loud in the sudden quiet. He pushed the chair back deliberately, then extended one large, callused hand toward her.

Semiramis hesitated for only a heartbeat—long enough for color to bloom high on her cheekbones—before she crossed the distance. The moment she was within reach, Nathan closed his fingers around her wrist and yanked her forward.

She collided against his chest with a soft gasp.

His hands immediately found her hips, gripping the lush, generous curves through the heavy fabric of her surcoat. Her enormous breasts crushed against his chest, the soft weight of them straining against the thin linen tunic beneath, nipples already pebbled and pressing insistently into him like twin points of heat.

“You know exactly what I want,” Nathan murmured, voice low and rough, his breath fanning across her lips. “And I know what you want, too.”

“Lord Nathan… in such a place…” Semiramis whispered, cheeks flaming now, though she made no move to pull away. Her gaze darted toward the closed doors, then back to him—wide, dark, and shimmering with barely restrained hunger.

“Nobody will come,” he said simply. “And if anyone does…” He leaned in until their mouths were a mere breath apart. “They’ll only witness the truth. That you belong to me.”

Then he claimed her lips.

The kiss was slow at first—possessive, deliberate—his tongue sliding past her parted lips to taste the sweet heat of her mouth. Semiramis melted against him with a broken little moan—”Hmmm~~”—her hands fisting in the front of his tunic as she opened for him, kissing him back with equal ferocity.

Nathan’s fingers moved to the laces of her surcoat. One by one he worked them free, never breaking the kiss, until the heavy outer garment slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her feet like spilled ink. Beneath it, her tunic clung to her like a second skin, the deep neckline barely containing the lush, heaving swell of her breasts. The fabric was stretched taut across her nipples, dark circles visible through the thin weave.

He pulled back just enough to drink in the sight of her—flushed, disheveled, breathing hard.

“You interrupted my time with Azariah,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “So you’re going to take her place.”

Before she could answer, he spun her around in one smooth motion, pressing her front against the edge of the massive council table. Papers scattered. A quill rolled to the floor.

Nathan kicked her feet wider apart, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of her tight leather breeches. He peeled them down slowly—agonizingly slowly—watching as the supple material slid over the generous flare of her hips, down the thick, toned columns of her thighs, until they bunched around her knees.

Her ass was bared to him now: full, round, impossibly plush, the pale skin glowing in the sunlight. Between her spread thighs, her pussy was already glistening—swollen lips parted slightly, slick with arousal that had clearly been building since the moment she heard his voice call her name.

Nathan smiled at the sight.

He reached between her legs, dragging one thick finger along her drenched slit from clit to entrance.

“Haahn!”

Semiramis’s hips jerked forward, palms slapping down on the polished wood to brace herself.

“Soaked,” he rasped, circling her clit with slow, deliberate pressure. “You were this wet the whole council meeting, weren’t you? Watching me command the room… imagining me bending you over this very table?”

“L…Lord Nathan… haaan…” Her voice cracked, hips rocking shamelessly against his hand.

He smirked, then slid two fingers deep inside her in one smooth thrust.

Her inner walls clenched greedily around the intrusion, hot and silky and dripping.

With his free hand, Nathan reached up and tore the laces of her tunic in a single, brutal yank. The fabric gave way with a soft rip, baring her back completely. Her long black hair spilled like midnight silk across her spine. He gathered the strands in his fist, pulling her head back gently so he could lean down and drag his open mouth along the elegant curve of her neck, then lower—kissing, licking, biting a scorching path down the length of her back.

“Hmmm~~ haaah~~”

Semiramis was trembling now, thighs quivering, moans rising in pitch as his fingers curled inside her, stroking that perfect spot that made her see stars. His other hand slid around to cup one heavy, bare breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly before pinching and rolling the stiff, aching nipple between his fingers.

Her whole body seized.

“HAAAnnnn❤️!”

She came hard—violently—hips bucking wildly as her pussy spasmed around his thrusting fingers. A fresh gush of wetness coated his hand, dripping down her inner thighs. Her knees nearly gave out; only his grip on her hair and the table kept her upright.

Nathan didn’t give her time to come down from the high.

Her body was still shuddering, inner walls fluttering weakly around the sudden emptiness of his withdrawn fingers, when he stepped in closer. The rough sound of leather and metal parting filled the silence—his belt unbuckled, breeches shoved down just enough to free his cock. It sprang heavily into the open air, thick and veined, the swollen head already glistening with pre-cum and smeared with the slick remnants of her earlier release.

Semiramis felt the blunt, scorching heat of it press right against her dripping entrance from behind. The fat crown nudged her swollen folds apart, sliding through the creamy mess he’d left there, teasing her oversensitive clit with every shallow drag.

“Haaahnn…!”

Her moan was raw, broken, hips twitching forward instinctively even as her knees threatened to buckle. The table edge dug into her lower belly, anchoring her in place as Nathan gripped her hips with bruising strength.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice dark and reverent. “Still shaking from my fingers and already begging for my cock again. Greedy little cunt.”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

With one hand fisted in her long black hair, he yanked her head back just enough to arch her spine beautifully—ass lifted higher, breasts spilling forward onto the cool, polished wood of the council table. Her nipples scraped against the surface with every ragged breath, sending fresh sparks straight to her core.

Then he bent her over fully—chest flattened to the table, arms stretched out in front of her, palms slapping down for purchase—and lined himself up.

The first thick inch breached her in a slow, deliberate push.

Semiramis’s mouth fell open on a long, trembling moan.

“Ohhh….haaa! Lord Nathan—!”

He didn’t stop. He fed her every rigid inch in one relentless glide until his hips met the plush cushion of her ass and he was buried to the hilt. Her walls clamped down like a velvet fist, still pulsing from her previous climax, trying to pull him even deeper.

The table gave its first protesting creak beneath them.

Nathan groaned low in his throat, savoring the way she stretched and fluttered around him, hot and slick and impossibly tight despite how thoroughly he’d already used her mouth and fingers earlier that week.

“You are taking well,” he growled, pulling back almost to the tip before slamming forward again—hard.

The table rocked.

Semiramis cried out, nails scraping uselessly against the wood.

He set a punishing rhythm from the very first thrust—deep, forceful strokes that slapped wetly against her ass with every drive. The heavy oak groaned beneath the onslaught, legs scraping faintly against the stone floor as he fucked her forward, over and over.

“Haaah❤️—! Yes—! Harder please…haaan❤️!!”

Her voice cracked on every word, rising in desperate pitch. Each brutal plunge punched the air from her lungs, sent her heavy breasts dragging across the table, nipples raw and aching from the friction. Her thighs trembled, slick running down the insides in obscene rivulets, pooling on the floor beneath them.

Nathan’s grip on her hips was merciless—fingers digging into soft flesh, leaving red imprints that would bloom into bruises by morning. He used them to yank her back onto his cock with every forward snap of his hips, burying himself so deep she felt him in her womb.

The table shuddered violently now—maps and inkwells rattling, a candelabra teetering dangerously before toppling with a metallic crash that neither of them cared about.

“Tell me who this cunt belongs to,” he snarled, leaning over her back, chest pressed to her spine, free hand sliding around to palm one swollen breast and pinch the nipple viciously.

“You! You—! It’s yours—Lord Nathan—haaahn❤️! Only yours—!”

Her words dissolved into a keening wail as he changed the angle—tilting his hips so the thick ridge of his cock dragged mercilessly over that swollen, sensitive spot inside her on every thrust.

Semiramis shattered again almost instantly.

Her orgasm ripped through her like wildfire—back bowing, thighs clamping around his pistoning hips, walls spasming so violently she nearly pushed him out. A fresh flood of wetness gushed around his shaft, dripping down his balls, splattering onto the stone floor.

Nathan fucked her through it without mercy.

“Again,” he commanded through gritted teeth. “Come again, Semiramis—show me how badly you’ve wanted this cock after seeing hearing your Queen getting fucked.””

He reached beneath her, rough fingers finding her clit and rubbing tight, merciless circles.

She screamed—raw, broken, echoing off the high stone walls.

“HAAAAAHHHH❤️❤️!!

Her second climax crashed into the first before it could even fade. Her whole body seized, convulsing, pussy clamping down so hard it dragged a guttural curse from Nathan’s throat.

“Fuck—yes—just like that—”

He slammed in one final time—deep, brutal, burying himself to the root—and came with a roar.

Hot, thick spurts flooded her, painting her insides, overflowing almost immediately and leaking out around his pulsing shaft in creamy white rivulets that dripped down her trembling thighs.

For long seconds they stayed locked together—his cock still twitching inside her, her body limp and quivering across the ravaged council table.

Then, slowly, he pulled out.

A thick gush of their combined release followed, spilling obscenely onto the floor.

Semiramis whimpered at the loss, legs shaking so badly she could barely hold herself up.

Nathan bent down, pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the small of her back, right above the curve of her ass.