I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 776: Small fun in the Onaruko inn Bath (2) *

The steam curled off the surface of the bath in slow, lazy ribbons, the night holding perfectly still around them as Nathan looked down at Sana, her wet hair clinging to her throat, her lips swollen and slick, her eyes bright with that particular gleam that had nothing to do with the moonlight and everything to do with wanting more.

He reached down and took her by the jaw, tilting her face up.

“Turn around.”

Sana’s breath caught at his ordering tone. A slow smile spread across her mouth, lazy and pleased, like a cat stretching toward warm light.

“Yes sir,” she murmured.

She rose from her kneel and turned, water cascading off the curve of her hips, off the full swell of her ass as she surfaced — presenting herself at the edge of the bath, both hands bracing against the smooth stone rim, back arched instinctively in a way that required no direction at all. The wet line of her spine caught the pale moonlight. The soft, round weight of her pressed back toward him without shame.

Nathan moved through the water to her, unhurried, one hand trailing along her hip and settling at the small of her back — feeling the curve of her, the warmth radiating off her skin even beneath the heat of the bath.

“Spread your knees a little,” he said.

She did. Without hesitation, without embarrassment, shifting wider on the sandy bottom so the water came just to the crease of her hips, leaving most of her exposed to the cool night air; the contrast of hot water lapping at her thighs and the open air against her raised ass making her shiver in a way that had nothing to do with cold.

Nathan pressed the thick, flushed head of his cock between her cheeks, dragging slow along her slick entrance without entering, feeling her breath catch and hitch at the contact.

“Nathan—” His name came out of her mouth soft and wanting, barely more than a breath, her hips pressing back toward him.

He took his time. One hand splayed across her lower back, holding her steady, while the other gripped his own cock and stroked himself through her folds again — slowly, with intention, just to feel her open and slick and eager against him — until she actually whimpered.

“Ahh… nngh, please—”

He pushed in.

Not all at once. Inch by slow, stretching inch, feeding himself inside her with merciless patience while her breath came apart above the edge of the bath — short, broken exhales that stacked on top of each other as she felt the full thickness of him pressing deep, deeper, spreading her wider than expected, the blunt head of him parting her so thoroughly that her knuckles went white against the stone rim.

“Haaah….ah… ah god, you’re…nngh—”

“All of it,” Nathan said quietly.

He pushed the last of himself home until his hips sealed flush to her ass, and Sana let out a full, wrecked moan that she didn’t bother swallowing.

“Haahnn❤️~~”

He held there a moment, feeling her pulse around him, feeling the tight clench of her adjusting — before he withdrew in one long, slow drag and drove back in.

“Haaan❤️~~ ahh— nnngh~~”

The sounds that came from her were immediate and unguarded, each thrust forward pulling a soft cry from her throat that she couldn’t hold back, her ass meeting him halfway on every push, hips rocking back into the slap of his body against hers, water churning around their legs, the wet rhythmic sound of them filling the quiet clearing in a way that was deeply, obscenely satisfying.

“Hhnn— ah— deeper, Nathan, please—”

He angled his hips downward slightly and she cried out — louder this time, a genuine sound of sharp pleasure — and grabbed the edge of the bath harder.

“Haaan❤️~~ aaahn❤️~~”

Yuwa had not moved far. She sat on the stone step that ringed the inner edge of the bath, water still lapping at her waist, watching the two of them with dark, glassy eyes and a face that had long since given up pretending it was composed. Her thighs had drifted apart beneath the surface. Her nipples were stiff and tight. She had told herself she was only watching, but watching Sana’s face twist with pleasure, hearing the sounds Nathan was wringing from her, the deep, rhythmic slap of water and body and skin, her fingers had found their way beneath the surface without conscious thought.

Nathan glanced at her over Sana’s shoulder.

“Come here,” he said.

Yuwa blinked, drawing her hand back from beneath the water with a flicker of embarrassment she couldn’t quite hide.

“I—”

“Yuwa.” His voice wasn’t harsh. It was calm. Direct. An invitation with the shape of a command.

She moved.

She crossed through the water to them, and Nathan drew her in by the wrist until she stood close — close enough that when Sana reached out blindly, it was Yuwa’s hand she grabbed and squeezed.

“Sit on the edge,” Nathan told her.

Yuwa lifted herself up onto the stone rim of the bath beside Sana, the cool night air meeting the slickness of her thighs as her legs parted. Nathan did not break his rhythm with Sana — his hips kept their deep, steady drive — but he brought one hand to the inside of Yuwa’s knee and spread her open further, fingers dragging upward along her inner thigh with calm certainty.

“Haaan!” The sound escaped Yuwa before she could catch it.

Nathan’s thumb found her where she was most sensitive, stroking in slow, firm circles, and the sound she made this time was long and raw and she stopped trying to swallow it entirely.

“Haaahn— nngh—”

Sana turned her head, catching the flush of Yuwa’s face between pleasure-blurred glances, and laughed low in her throat even as another thrust rocked the breath from her own lungs.

“Haah— ah— now you— mmh— understand why I…ahh❤️~~”

Nathan drove into Sana harder, snapping his hips with more force, and the sentence dissolved entirely into a full-throated cry that bounced off the walls of the outdoor bath.

“Aaahn~~ ah—ahh~~ nngh~~”

His thumb worked Yuwa in counterpoint to the rhythm he kept with Sana, reading her responses with precise attention — quickening when her hips lifted toward his hand, slowing just enough to keep her from tipping over, then building her back up all over again while Sana’s cries layered over her own breathless sounds in a kind of unplanned, shivering harmony.

“Nathan— haaah— yes~ please—” Yuwa’s hand came down and covered his, not to stop him but to press him harder.

He gave her what she asked for — two fingers pressed flat against her, rolling in deep, tight circles — and she arched back on the stone edge of the bath with a broken sound, water still dripping from her thighs, chest heaving, one hand gripping Sana’s shoulder for something to hold.

Meanwhile Sana was losing her grip on coherent thought entirely.

Every thrust hit something deep and relentlessly good, Nathan’s pace having built from that unhurried patience into something harder and more deliberate — hips rolling forward with weight behind every push, the thick drag of him back and the full, blunt drive in again making her gasp and cry in a continuous, stumbling rhythm that she couldn’t have silenced if she’d tried.

“Haah~~ ah— ahh— nnn— ahh~~”

“Sana,” Nathan said, low.

“Wh— aaahn— what—”

“Look at Yuwa.”

Sana forced her eyes open and found Yuwa right there — gorgeous and undone, cheeks dark, mouth parted, thighs trembling around Nathan’s working hand, eyes already searching for Sana’s face. Something passed between them — the same look they’d exchanged in a hundred rough camps and cold mornings and bad situations that they’d pulled each other through — and Sana reached up and pulled Yuwa’s mouth down to hers.

The kiss was messy and deep and breathless, swallowed up by the sounds they were both already making, Yuwa moaning into Sana’s mouth as Nathan’s fingers curled inside her, Sana crying into Yuwa’s as a particularly deep thrust ground the breath from her lungs entirely.

Nathan watched them kiss and drove into Sana harder.

“Aaahn~~ mmh— nnh—”

“Haah— Sana— I’m—”

“Me too,” Sana managed, pulling back from the kiss just far enough to gasp air, forehead dropping against Yuwa’s shoulder. “Nathan— ahh— Nathan I’m close—”

He felt it — the way she was starting to clench around him in little rhythmic pulses, the way her hips had gone from matching his rhythm to simply pressing back and holding, trying to keep him buried deep. He reached forward and wrapped a hand around her hip, holding her in place, and began to drive with a focused, relentless pace that stole her breath on every beat.

“Ahh❤️~ ahh~~ ahh~~ aaahn❤️~~”

“Hnn— Yuwa—” Her cry broke on Yuwa’s name as she shattered — clenching hard around Nathan, hips shaking under his grip, whole body rolling forward against the stone rim and back against him in a long, helpless spasm of pleasure that wrung a sound from her throat low and raw and genuine.

“Aaahn~~ aaahnn— nnngh~~”

The tight, rhythmic clench of her undoing dragged Nathan closer to his own edge — he gritted his jaw and pressed his hips in deep, riding out every pulse of her orgasm with deep, grinding drives that made her sob softly into the stone.

When the worst of it had crested, Sana went soft and boneless, sliding down to sit in the water with a dazed, satisfied exhale.

Yuwa looked down at Nathan — at the thick, slick length of him still standing proud, still hard, still gleaming in the dim moonlight — and felt her mouth go dry.

“Your turn,” Sana told her, voice utterly wrecked, from somewhere in the steam.

Yuwa didn’t argue.

She slipped into the water, turned, and took Sana’s place at the edge of the bath — hands bracing, back arching on instinct, the line of her long, elegant spine taut with anticipation. Her hips were narrower than Sana’s, her ass a softer curve, and she pressed it back toward him with a quiet, dignified desperation that made the desire plain without needing words.

Nathan came to her the same way, one hand settling at her hip, the other reaching forward to brush the wet hair from the side of her throat, feeling her shiver at the touch.

“Tell me if you want me to slow down,” he said.

Yuwa pressed her lips together. “Don’t you dare slow down.”

He pushed in.

“Haaaahnn❤️”

Yuwa’s exhale came out long and unsteady, her head dropping forward, her knuckles white. He was thicker than anyone she’d been with recently, the stretch of him drawing the breath from her lungs in a way that straddled the precise edge of too much and perfectly right — and she stayed there on that edge, adjusting, feeling the full weight of him seated inside her, until Nathan drew back and pushed in again.

“Hhhn— ahh—”

Her voice was quieter than Sana’s, less inclined to cry out, but the sounds she made were no less honest — soft, broken exhalations with each thrust, little involuntary catches of breath when he hit particularly deep, her hips rocking back into each drive with a focused, deliberate concentration that was entirely Yuwa.

Sana, recovered just enough to be dangerous, drifted over and pressed in beside them. She dragged her lips across Yuwa’s shoulder blade, her collarbone, the side of her neck — and Yuwa shuddered and turned her head to capture Sana’s mouth, the kiss muffling the sounds Nathan was pulling from her.

“Mmh— haah— mmnh—”

Sana’s hand found Yuwa’s breast, thumb grazing across the hard peak of her nipple, rolling it gently, then with more pressure as Yuwa arched into her palm. Her other hand slipped beneath the water, found the place where Nathan’s cock drove in and out of Yuwa, and her fingers spread to frame it — feeling the thick slide of him, feeling the wet heat of her friend, her thumb finding Yuwa’s clit and pressing in small, devastating circles.

Yuwa tore her mouth from Sana’s.

“Ahh— Sana— hhnn—”

“I’ve got you,” Sana murmured against her cheek, warm and genuine beneath the filth of it, still stroking.

Nathan picked up the pace. He’d been building toward this — the long patient simmer of the night, the bath, the earlier release already taken the sharp edge off — and now he rolled his hips with deep, measured force that Yuwa felt in the full column of her spine, each thrust drawing her up onto the balls of her feet as if she could take him deeper if she just rose high enough.

“Haah~~ ah— ahh— Nathan— nngh—”

“You’re so deep,” she breathed, barely audible, voice gone thin and unraveled.

“Do you want it harder?” He asked with a low groan.

She pressed her forehead against the stone and nodded, hair spilling over her face.

He drove harder.

“HAAAhannnn~~haaaannn~~haaaann!”

Sana’s thumb circled faster, watching Yuwa’s face with bright, delighted attention, feeling Nathan’s pace driving into her through the thin press of her fingers, the three of them tangled and slick and steaming in the moonlit water.

“Haah— Sana— I’m—” Yuwa’s voice pitched up. “I’m going to—”

“I know,” Sana said softly.

She pressed down with her thumb and Nathan buried himself to the hilt and held — grinding deep, letting her feel the full, pulsing weight of him — and Yuwa came apart with a long, shaking cry she’d long since stopped trying to hold back, clenching around him in waves, Sana’s name and his tangled up in her mouth together, her whole body trembling against the stone edge of the bath.

“Aaahn~~ aaahnn~~ nngh— aaah~~”

Nathan followed her over seconds later — release wrung out of him in deep, grinding pulses, buried fully inside Yuwa as she still clenched and fluttered around him, the heat of it drawing the last of the tension from his shoulders and down his spine.

For a long moment, none of them moved.

Yuwa finally exhaled and lowered herself into the water, leaning her back against the stone edge, hair floating out around her shoulders. Her eyes drifted to the dark sky above, where the stars had the decency to say nothing.

Sana let herself sink into the water beside Nathan, close but not clingy, satisfied in the boneless and uncomplicated way that was entirely her nature. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes.

“You know,” she said eventually, voice still lazy and wrecked, “for a man who came out here for peace and quiet, you certainly managed to make a lot of noise.”

Nathan leaned back against the wall of the bath and said nothing.

A sex with two beauties was certainly a way to heal his body and forget pain.