I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Nathan’s mouth curved, that faint, knowing smile that always carried approval in it, like he’d already decided what he wanted and was simply letting her catch up.

“Then let’s start,” he murmured, stepping closer.

His hands went to his waistband, unhurried and deliberate, tugging it down just enough that Ameriah’s breath caught sharply in her throat, heat blooming under her skin before she could stop it.

“With your favorite part.”

Ameriah swallowed.

Nathan’s cock slipped free, heavy even at rest, thick in a way that made her stomach tighten with familiar anticipation. It wasn’t new to her, not really. Not the first time she’d seen it, not the second, not the third… not even the fourth.

There was a reason he’d said her favorite.

Since Rome, since two years ago, Ameriah had pestered him endlessly, half-begging, half-demanding that he finally take her virginity. Nathan had delayed, again and again, holding her back with quiet patience that sometimes felt almost cruel.

Ameriah wouldn’t have lasted this long if Nathan hadn’t given her those wordless promises.

A kiss pressed to her mouth at the right moment.

A hand lingering at her waist.

A look that said wait… I love you… soon.

And sometimes, when her insistence became impossible to ignore, he would give her something else instead.

He would let her have his cock.

It had been Ameriah’s own assertiveness that changed everything. She’d sucked him in Rome, bold and shameless even then, and afterward she’d told him plainly that if he wanted to delay sex, then so be it.

But until then, they could do other things.

No penetration.

No taking her.

Just her mouth, her hands, her hunger.

Nathan had lost count of how many times Ameriah had wrapped those beautiful lips around him over the last two years. Sometimes when he was half-asleep, feeling her mouth pull him hard from a dream. Sometimes when he was walking through the house, only to freeze as she sank to her knees like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Nathan never denied her.

Why would he?

Having Ameriah’s mouth on him was the least he could give her in exchange for his patience.

Now, she sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at him with wide eyes, her cheeks faintly flushed.

She started to rise, but Nathan stepped closer instead, closing the distance until his cock hovered only inches from her face.

Ameriah’s hand lifted without hesitation. Her fingers wrapped around him, soft but confident, stroking slowly along his length.

The warmth of her palm made him thicken almost immediately, swelling under her touch like her body already knew exactly what to do to him.

Ameriah tilted her head, eyes flicking up to his.

“Did you have sex today?” She asked, her voice quieter now, almost too casual for the way her tongue flicked out.

She licked the head of his cock, slow and deliberate.

“Sluurpp~”

Nathan grunted, a rough sound in his throat.

“Yeah,” he admitted with a nod.

Ameriah’s brows pinched faintly, jealousy and curiosity mixing together.

“With my sister?”

Her tongue traced him again, tasting him, her lips parting slightly as she breathed him in.

Nathan’s cock hardened fully in her hand.

“I fucked your sister,” he said, blunt and honest, “and Semiramis.”

Ameriah’s expression faltered, concern flashing across her face, and Nathan immediately understood why.

His hand rose, cupping her cheek, thumb brushing near her lips.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, voice low. “I have plenty to give you.”

Ameriah blushed deeply at that, heat pooling in her stomach, and she dropped her gaze back to what she wanted.

Her grip tightened slightly as she began to lick around him, slow circles, saliva gathering, her pink tongue tracing the swollen head with practiced care.

“Sluuurpp~ sluuurpp~ sluuurp~~”

Her mouth was warm, wet, reverent, like she was worshipping him. She licked down along the underside, tasting skin, leaving slick trails of spit as Nathan’s breathing deepened.

His fingers slid into her hair, not forcing, just holding, grounding himself in the sensation.

Precum beaded at the tip, and Ameriah noticed instantly, her eyes brightening as she leaned in and sucked it away with a soft sound.

“Sluuuurp!”

Nathan groaned, hips twitching forward involuntarily.

Then Ameriah opened her mouth wider.

She took him in, slowly at first, lips stretching around his thickness, tongue pressing against him as she sank down.

Nathan’s breath broke.

“Yes,” he rasped immediately, voice thick with pleasure. “That’s good…”

His cock filled her mouth completely, warmth surrounding him, and Ameriah hummed softly around him as if she’d been waiting years for this exact moment, eager to give him everything she could.

She bobbed gently at first, finding her rhythm, saliva slicking the way as her lips stretched obscenely around his thickness. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t take yet, moving in perfect synchronization with the bob of her head, working him with the practiced skill of someone who’d done this dozens of times before.

“Sluuuurp~~hmpphh~~sluuurp~~”

The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and intimate, mixing with Nathan’s increasing breathing. Ameriah’s eyes fluttered closed as she focused entirely on the task, on the weight of him on her tongue, the taste of him filling her senses, the way his cock throbbed against her lips with each pulse of his heartbeat.

She pulled back slowly, letting him slide almost completely free, her lips clinging to just the swollen head. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive crown, tracing the ridge, dipping into the slit to gather more of the salty precum that continued to leak steadily.

“Fuck, Ameriah…” Nathan’s voice was strained, his fingers tightening slightly in her hair. “Your mouth feels incredible.”

The praise sent a thrill through her entire body. Her thighs pressed together unconsciously, seeking friction as arousal pooled hot and wet between her legs. She loved this – loved having him in her mouth, loved the power of making him groan and curse, loved the taste and smell and feel of him completely filling her senses.

She took him deeper this time, relaxing her jaw as much as possible, letting him slide further into her mouth. The head hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly, pulling back with a wet cough.

“Hmpphh~~haaah~~”

“Easy,” Nathan murmured, his thumb stroking her cheek soothingly even as his cock throbbed with need. “Take your time. We have all night.”

Ameriah looked up at him with watering eyes, determination written across her flushed features. She wanted to take him deeper, wanted to feel him in her throat the way she’d managed a few times before, wanted to prove she could handle everything he had to give.

She tried again, this time breathing through her nose, consciously relaxing her throat muscles. She sank down slowly, carefully, feeling the thick head push past her resistance.

“Gluuuurp~~Hhmppff~~”

Her throat convulsed around him and Nathan’s hips jerked involuntarily, pushing slightly deeper. The groan that tore from his chest was absolutely strong, sending satisfaction surging through Ameriah despite the tears streaming down her face from the effort.

She held herself there for a few seconds – as long as she could manage – before pulling back to gasp for air. Thick strands of saliva connected her swollen lips to his glistening cock, stretching and breaking as she breathed heavily.

“Haaah~~haaa~~”

“You’re so fucking good at this,” Nathan praised, his voice rough with barely restrained lust.

Ameriah smiled up at him, her lips wet and red, before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm. This time she didn’t try for depth – instead she focused on technique, on all the things she’d learned over two years of practicing on him.

She licked broad strokes up and down his shaft, coating every inch with her saliva until he was absolutely glistening. Her tongue traced the prominent vein running along the underside, following it from base to tip with deliberate slowness.

“Sluuurrrp~~Hmfffh~~sluuuurp~~”

Then she focused on the head again, her lips forming a tight seal around the crown while her tongue worked magical circles, pressing and swirling and flicking across the most sensitive spots. Her hand continued stroking the shaft in rhythm, occasionally twisting slightly at the base in a way she knew drove him wild.

“Continue, lick…” Nathan’s breathing had turned ragged, his control starting to fray at the edges.

She could feel him getting harder, could feel his cock pulsing more insistently against her tongue. She knew the signs intimately by now – knew when he was getting close, knew how to read his body’s responses.

She took him back into her mouth properly, bobbing with more purpose now, creating a steady rhythm that had him groaning continuously. Each downward stroke took him a little deeper, each upward stroke ended with her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

“Gluurrrp~~sluuurp~~mmmphhhh~~sluuurp~~”

Her jaw was starting to ache from the prolonged stretch, but she didn’t care. The discomfort was worth it for the sounds Nathan was making, for the way his fingers flexed in her hair, for the taste of him flooding her mouth as more precum leaked steadily.

Ameriah pulled back again to catch her breath, but didn’t stop working him. Her hand stroked firmly now, her grip slick with her own saliva as she pumped his length while placing wet, sucking kisses along the shaft.

“Gluuurrrp~~sluuuurp~~Hmppfffh!~~”

“You’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” Nathan warned, though his tone suggested he had absolutely no problem with that outcome.

Ameriah’s eyes gleamed with wicked intent as she looked up at him. “I want it,” she murmured against his cock before taking him back into her mouth with renewed vigor.

This time she was relentless. She bobbed faster, deeper, her hand and mouth working in perfect tandem. She hollowed her cheeks to create more suction, pulled back to focus on the sensitive head, then dove down again to take him as far as she could manage.

“Sluuuuurrp! HMPPhh!””

The wet, obscene sounds intensified, mixing with Nathan’s increasingly frequent groans and muttered curses. His hips had started moving slightly now, shallow thrusts that matched her rhythm, fucking into her willing mouth.

Ameriah doubled down, determined to finish what she’d started. Her free hand moved to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm, adding another layer of stimulation that made Nathan’s body tense.

“I’m going to—Ameriah, I’m—”

Nathan’s warning dissolved into a guttural groan as his orgasm hit. His cock pulsed powerfully in her mouth and suddenly hot, thick cum was flooding across her tongue in powerful spurts.

Ameriah’s eyes widened slightly at the sheer volume, but she didn’t pull back. She kept her lips sealed around him, kept stroking, kept working him through his climax as rope after rope of his seed filled her mouth.

“Sluuurp~~Hmpphhh~~~SLUUURp!!”

She swallowed what she could, the salty, slightly bitter taste familiar and not unpleasant. But there was so much – he hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he had plenty to give her – and some inevitably leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin.

Nathan’s hips jerked with each pulse, his fingers tightening almost painfully in her hair as pleasure wracked his body. His groans filled the room, rough and unrestrained, the sound of a man completely lost to sensation.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pulses began to slow, then stop. Nathan’s cock gave one last twitch in her mouth before beginning to soften slightly.

Ameriah pulled back slowly, letting him slip from her lips with a wet pop. She swallowed the remaining cum in her mouth, then licked her lips to catch what had escaped, her eyes never leaving his face.

She looked absolutely debauched – lips swollen and red, slight redness under her eyes from tears, chin glistening with saliva and cum, her chest heaving with deep breaths.

And she was smiling.

“Was that good?” She asked.

“You already know it was,” Nathan said, voice rough. “You’re getting too good at that. Dangerously good.”

Ameriah’s smile widened, pleased with herself. “I’ve had plenty of practice,” she pointed out, her hand still resting possessively on his thigh.

“That you have,” Nathan agreed, reaching down to cup her face tenderly despite the absolutely filthy context. His thumb brushed across her bottom lip, smearing the remnants of his release.

“Now, I think it’s time I returned the favor. And then…” His hand slid down to cup between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness even through her clothes. “Then we’re going to finally do what you’ve been begging for since Rome.”