I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Ayame was still on her knees when he looked down at her.

The spring water lapped quietly at her collarbones, the surface disturbed in slow rings from what they’d done, and Ayame knelt on the submerged floor with her hands folded in her lap and his release painted across her face — her cheek, her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her lips, a streak of white threading back into her pale hair. She didn’t reach up to wipe it. Just looked at him with those amber eyes, calm and unhurried, like she’d simply arrived somewhere she’d always intended to be.

”You did well,” Nathan said. His fingers were still loose in her hair. ”For a first time.”

”I learn fast,” she replied, and smiled.

The corner of his mouth moved. ”Then I suppose you already know what comes next.”

Her eyes dropped to his cock — still half-hard, slick with his release and her spit — and she reached out without being asked, fingers wrapping around the shaft, and leaned forward and licked the head clean.

”Sluuurp~”

She paused. Tasted what lingered there, working it across her tongue.

”It tastes strange,” she said, not unpleasantly. Then she licked again anyway. ”Sluuurp~~ sluuurp~ hmmff~~”

He stroked her hair while she worked — her pink tongue tracing over the head of him, cleaning him in slow thorough passes while her hand stroked the shaft below, not performing, just doing it, her amber eyes occasionally flicking upward to check his expression. He felt himself hardening under her attention despite everything and watched her notice it too, watched the small satisfied smile cross her lips before she covered them with his cock again.

”Sluuurp~~ schluppp~~~”

When she was satisfied she pulled back, scooped both palms through the spring water and splashed her face clean, rubbing his release away with efficient strokes that left her cheeks pink and her hair damp and her expression entirely composed again.

Nathan’s hand closed around her arm and pulled her to her feet.

She rose from the water in the moonlight — her whole body revealed again, the heavy curves of her, water streaming down her breasts and stomach and thighs — and he guided her to the edge of the spring, the flat stone lip where the ground met the water, and pressed her back until she was seated there with her legs hanging into the spring on either side of him.

He stayed in the water.

Gripped both her knees and spread them.

The sound Ayame made was barely anything — a small caught breath, her hands finding the stone behind her to brace — as the night air touched her exposed pussy. Even with water still trickling down her inner thighs the evidence was undeniable: she was soaked. Swollen and flushed and glistening, her folds parted slightly, her body having been ready for considerably longer than she’d admitted. A neat patch of white curls above, pale as the rest of her in the moonlight.

Nathan leaned in and licked her.

”Haaann—!”

Her hand shot to his hair immediately, fingers closing, her spine pulling straight. He ran his tongue through her folds in one long slow stroke — tasting her, warm and slick — and then settled into it properly, his hands keeping her thighs spread wide while his mouth worked her open.

”Haah❤️ Haan❤️ Hmm❤️ yes~” She was already sensitive from his fingers earlier, every pass of his tongue drawing sound out of her, her hips rolling forward against his mouth with small helpless intention. ”It’s good, Ryo— haaann❤️ don’t stop—”

He didn’t stop.

He licked the full length of her slit, sucked her folds gently, pressed the tip of his tongue against her entrance and felt her clench there before dragging upward to circle her clit with patient thoroughness. She was shaking within minutes — thighs trembling against his hands, fingers tight in his hair, her breathing coming apart at the seams.

”Hmm... yes~ there~ Ryo—!”

She came on his face with a sharp broken cry, her hips grinding forward, her pussy fluttering and clenching in rhythmic waves while he sucked her through it, drawing every last pulse of it out of her until she went limp and gasping against the stone.

He straightened.

Rose to his full height in the water before her, her legs still spread on either side of him, and stroked himself twice — watching her chest heave, watching the flush spread down her throat — before lifting her right leg and draping it over his shoulder.

The position opened her completely. Seated at the spring’s edge, one leg high on his shoulder, the other hanging loose, her pussy tilted and exposed and still trembling from her orgasm. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance and dragged it slow through her slick folds without pushing in.

”S...so hot...” Her breath caught. ”Haaah... Ryo... hmm~” His tip stroked against her slit, teasing, the blunt heat of him pressing and retreating, and her hips chased it instinctively. ”Ryo...”

He looked up at her.

Amber eyes, flushed cheeks, damp hair falling around her shoulders, her gorgeous body laid open for him in the moonlight with the waterfall murmuring behind them both.

She held his gaze and smiled, slow and certain.

”Take me, Ryo.”

He pushed inside her.

”H— HAHNN—!!”

The sound cracked wide open across the water, her mouth stretching around it, head thrown back as he pressed through her for the first time — slowly, steadily, his cock splitting her open inch by inch while her pussy gripped him with a tightness that made his jaw set hard. She was impossibly snug around him, her walls clenching in rhythmic pulses of shock and adjustment, squeezing him with every fraction of progress he made inward.

Her toes curled against his shoulder blade.

She’d had nothing but her own fingers before this. He could feel it — not just the tightness but the quality of it, her body encountering something genuinely new and rearranging itself accordingly. She was late twenties at the youngest, he knew, possibly older — a woman who had run establishments of pleasure for years while remaining entirely untouched herself. And it showed, in the best possible way. She gripped him like he was the first and only thing that had ever been there.

Because he was.

He groaned — a low rough sound he didn’t entirely suppress — and stilled himself, buried deep, letting her breathe.

”Ryo!” Her voice came out thin and shaking. ”I can feel...you’re... all the way—”

”Breathe,” he said.

She breathed, her chest rising and falling in the night air, and slowly — slowly — the rigid tension in her thighs eased one degree. Then another. Her pussy pulsed around him, still gripping, but softer now, the first shock of it beginning to settle into something her body could work with.

He felt the moment she adjusted.

The desperate clench of her around him eased by one degree — just one, her body making its first reluctant peace with the thickness of him — and her breathing shifted from sharp and shocked to something deeper. Her elbows had found the ground behind her and she’d lowered herself onto them, bracing, one leg still draped over his shoulder while the other hung loose in the water below. The position left her completely open and completely at his mercy and she seemed to have made her peace with that too.

”Haa—” She bit down on her lower lip, hard enough to whiten it. ”So big, Ryo—” Her head dropped back, hair pooling against the stone. ”I can feel you... all the way inside—”

He pulled back.

Slow withdrawal, feeling every inch of her dragging against him, her walls gripping like they intended to keep him — and then he thrust.

”Hmm—!”

She caught it behind pressed lips, tilting her head back, jaw working against the sound trying to escape. Her eyes had gone glassy at the edges, pleasure already crowding out the shock of it, his cock finding angles inside her she’d never accessed alone. He could feel exactly where it hit her — the slight stutter in her breathing, the way her hips rolled forward on reflex to chase the angle — and filed it away.

He smirked.

Turned his head and pressed his lips to her calf where it rested on his shoulder — a brief, almost casual kiss — and set his pace.

PAH!

”Haann❤️!”

Her hand shot out and dug into the dirt beside her, fingers curling into the earth, her whole body lurching forward with the impact. The sounds of it carried sharp and clean across the water — skin meeting skin, wet and rhythmic — and Ayame stopped trying to muffle herself entirely.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

”Haan❤️ Haan❤️! God... Ryooo!” Each thrust punched sound out of her in perfect time, her voice going higher with each one, composure long since abandoned somewhere at the bottom of the spring. ”Yes! Haan! Hmm!! Yesss!”

Her breasts moved with every impact — heavy, swaying with the rhythm he set, her nipples stiff in the night air. He watched them and reached out, palming the closer one mid-thrust without breaking pace, his hand closing over the generous weight of it and squeezing.

”Hyaan❤️!” The pitch of her moan cracked upward sharply. ”Haaann... yes— Ryooo— so good— haan— it feels—” She shook her head against the ground like she was trying to clear it and failing completely. ”So good— don’t stop—!”

He raised his pace.

Pulled her calf tighter against his shoulder, changing the angle, and drove into her faster — PAH! PAH! PAH! — feeling her slick heat around him, impossibly tight still, her pussy gripping every stroke like it was the first. He could feel her getting wetter with each thrust, the slick sounds of it growing louder, more obscene, more frank.

He let go of her leg.

Grabbed her hips with both hands — fingers pressing into the soft flesh there, palms spanning her waist — and fucked her hard.

PAH! PAH! PAH!! PAH!!

”HAAAAHNN—!”

The orgasm hit her like something dropped from a height — sudden and total, her eyes blowing wide before rolling back entirely, her spine arching off the ground in a clean shocked bow. He’d pressed too deep, his tip finding the back of her, and the sensation had detonated through her without warning. Her legs shook. Both of them, helpless trembling she had absolutely no control over, her toes curling tight against his shoulder while her pussy clamped around him in hard rhythmic pulses.

But Nathan didn’t stop.

PAH! PAH!! PAH!!

”Hy— hyaaaan❤️❤️!” She was crying out continuously now, past words, just sound and sensation and the relentless pace of him fucking her through the orgasm while she shook apart beneath him. ”Haan❤️ Haan❤️ more— Ryo— so deep— HMMM—!”

He reached down.

Found both her nipples between his fingers and pinched — rolled them, pulled slightly — and thrust again, all the way to the hilt.

”HY— HYAAAN—!” Her back left the ground entirely. ”My breasts— yes— yesss—!”

”Stand up,” he said.

The words landed simple and certain and Ayame blinked — still shaking, still trembling through the aftermath — as his hand closed around her arm and pulled. She had no strength left to resist or assist, just let him move her, and then she was upright — on her feet, in the water, the spring warm around her calves — and her back hit his chest and his arm came around her waist before her legs could decide they were done working.

She felt him against her lower back. Still hard. Absolutely still hard.

He turned her.

One hand on her hip guiding her around until she faced the stone edge of the pond, the waterfall ahead of her, the dark treeline beyond. She felt him position himself behind her — the blunt heat of his cock pressing against her folds from behind — and she smiled.

”Haaahnnn❤️❤️ Yes...hmm~~”

He pushed through her from behind and she felt it differently this time, the angle entirely new, the depth reaching somewhere the previous position hadn’t — and she smiled wider even as her mouth fell open around the moan.

Her hungry pussy took him gratefully.

Every inch of him, familiar now in the best possible way, her walls stretching around his thickness with the memory of him still fresh. She felt full in a way that had already become something she knew she’d spend a long time missing when it was gone.

His lips found her back.

Kissed between her shoulder blades — warm, then trailed upward along her spine, the curve of her neck, pressing into the soft skin just below her ear while his hands came around and found her breasts. Both of them, fingers sinking into the soft weight, her flesh spilling generously over his palms — too much of her to contain, always, her breasts overflowing his grip on either side while he kneaded and his hips began to move.

”Haaahh— Ryo—” Her head fell back against his shoulder, baring her throat to the night. ”Yes— there— yesss— haaannn—”

The water moved around them in slow urgent rings as he thrust — deep and rolling, her hips cradled against his, his cock driving through her slick heat from behind while his hands worked her breasts and his lips dragged warm against her neck. She reached back with one arm and found his hair and gripped, holding him against her throat.

”Haan— haaan— don’t stop— Ryo—HYAAnnnn❤️ Moorree❤️!!”

The waterfall ran. The fireflies drifted. The moon held still above them while Ayame moaned into the dark with her back pressed against Nathan’s chest and his cock buried inside her and his hands full of her breasts, the spring water warm around their locked bodies, the night keeping every secret they made in it.

That night the Shinobis knew what was happening near the waterfall of meditation. They only had wished the moans and screams of pleasure hadn’t lasted hours...