I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

"You're taking it so well," I whispered against her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "Your pussy is so tight, so perfect."

She shuddered beneath me, her fingers curling into fists, gripping the table as I began to pick up the pace. Slowly, but deliberately, I started thrusting harder, deeper, my cock stretching her out with every stroke. I could feel the resistance in her body, but it was starting to fade, her wetness now coating my length as I plunged into her again and again.

"H-Haaannn❤️… hnnn❤️… aghnn❤️… ahhh❤️…" Aisha's moans began to change, a new note creeping into her voice, a mix of pain and pleasure. Each time I pushed into her, her back arched just a little, her body responding to the rhythm. Her pussy was still tight, gripping me with an almost unbearable pressure, but the slickness of her arousal made each thrust smoother, easier. She was opening up to me, her body betraying her despite the pain.

I pulled back slightly, my cock sliding almost all the way out before slamming back in, burying myself as deep as I could go. Aisha gasped, her eyes flying open as her body jerked violently beneath me. Her legs kicked out, her hips bucking against me in a mix of shock and something else—something closer to need. I grinned, gripping her hips tightly, pulling her body against mine as I fucked her, pushing deeper and deeper inside her tight, quivering pussy.

"Ahhhh❤️! Haaa! Haaan❤️! Nathan❤️! Nathan!" Her voice was louder now, her moans rising in volume as I picked up the pace, my cock plunging in and out of her with increasing speed. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her body shaking as I pounded into her, driving deeper into her tight, untouched pussy. I could feel her starting to unravel, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps, her legs kicking helplessly against the edge of the table as she struggled to take the relentless rhythm of my cock.

I glanced down, my eyes locking on her heaving chest, the thin fabric of her top barely concealing the fullness of her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, poking through the cloth, begging to be touched. Without warning, I reached up and grabbed the front of her dress, tearing it down the middle with one swift motion. The fabric gave way easily, the sound of ripping cloth filling the air as her breasts spilled free, bouncing slightly as they were exposed to the cool air.

Aisha gasped, her arms instinctively moving to cover herself, but I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as I stared down at her. Her breasts were perfect, full and round, her nipples pink and stiff, trembling with each thrust. I couldn't resist. I leaned down, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard as my hands groped her breasts, squeezing them roughly as I continued to fuck her.

"Haaaaa❤️❤️! Ahhnnn❤️! N-Nooo… ohhh… haaa❤️!" Aisha moaned, her body writhing beneath me as my mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking and licking at the sensitive flesh while my cock continued to pound into her. Her hips were starting to move in time with mine, her body arching into me as I fucked her harder, faster. Her pussy was still tight, still clamping down on me with every thrust, but now there was a wetness, a slickness that made it easier, smoother. She was dripping, her juices running down her thighs, coating my cock as I slammed into her again and again.

I could feel her body starting to tremble, her moans growing louder, more desperate as I picked up the pace. My cock was driving into her now with force, stretching her pussy wide as I thrust deeper, harder, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as I sucked on her nipples, my hands still kneading her breasts, pinching and rolling her stiff, sensitive buds between my fingers.

"Ahhh! Ahhhh! Haaaaa! Ohhhh! Nathan! Nathan!" Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her voice cracking with pleasure as her walls spasmed around my length. She was so close, her body trembling, every thrust bringing her closer to the edge. I could see it in the way her fingers clawed at the table beneath her, in the way her eyes fluttered shut, her breath coming in frantic, shallow gasps. Her moans, once soft and sweet, had become frenzied, needy, incoherent.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear as I grunted with each powerful thrust. "You're close, aren't you, Aisha? I can feel it... your pussy's begging for it."

Her head lolled back, her neck arching as her hips rocked harder against mine, her entire body vibrating with anticipation. But just as I was about to drive her over the edge, a sound cut through the haze of pleasure—the sound of voices, laughing, close to the entrance of the tent.

"You heard that!" one voice called out, full of amusement.

"What loud moans! Hahaha!"

I froze for a brief moment, my mind sharpening despite the intense pleasure. Someone was outside. They had heard Aisha's moans—those sweet, desperate cries that had grown so loud, so unrestrained. I hadn't even considered the possibility of being overheard; after all, the camp was full of tents where soldiers were fucking women, their moans echoing through the night air like a symphony of lust. But it seemed Aisha's voice, so pure, so untainted, had drawn attention.

The flap of the tent shifted slightly, and I could see two figures peeking in, their eyes wide with curiosity and lust.

"By Zeus, what a sexy voice this chick has!" one of them muttered, barely containing his excitement.

"Think he'll give her to us when he's done?" the other one added with a wicked grin.

I was still buried deep inside Aisha, her pussy clenching around me, but the interruption had set my teeth on edge. My eyes narrowed, fury flashing through me as I turned my head just enough to glare at the two Greeks with a cold, deathly expression. The playfulness in their faces disappeared the moment they caught sight of my eyes, my left one shifting, transforming—its blue hue giving way to the true dark gold with a black vertical slit.

Both men paled instantly, their bravado evaporating. Without another word, they stumbled back from the entrance, their faces drained of color, and bolted from the tent as if they'd just seen death itself. I smirked and focused back to Aisha, whose body was trembling violently beneath me, her breath ragged, her moans still spilling out uncontrollably.

"Haaa… Nathan… haaaan…" she whimpered, completely oblivious to what had just happened. She was far too lost in the haze of pleasure to notice anything but the sensation of my cock filling her, stretching her, pushing her toward the brink of ecstasy.

I wasn't going to let her wait any longer. My hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her closer to the edge of the table as I repositioned her, lifting her legs and placing them over my shoulders. The new angle allowed me to push even deeper, her pussy tightening as I drove into her with long, powerful strokes, her slick wetness making each thrust effortless. I could feel myself pressing against the entrance of her womb, her body shuddering as I hit that sensitive spot deep inside her, over and over again.

Aisha's mouth fell open, her head rolling back as she cried out louder than ever.

Khillea hesitated for a moment, her breath catching in her throat as she stood outside the tent. The air was thick with tension, and the noises coming from within stirred something deep inside her—something she had long kept buried. The sound of unrestrained passion washed over her like a wave, pulling her in, drawing her toward the edge of her own desires, ones she had suppressed for years.

Inside, the muffled cries of pleasure echoed, the voice of a woman lost in ecstasy—uninhibited, unashamed. Khillea felt a strange pull toward the scene unfolding just beyond the fabric of the tent, as if curiosity had taken root in her, compelling her to sneak a glimpse into a world she had denied herself. With a cautious glance over her shoulder, she lifted the edge of the flap ever so slightly and peeked inside.

"HAAAAAN! YES!! Ahahaannn❤️!! Harderrrr❤️❤️!!"

The woman's voice was breathy, filled with raw, sensual hunger. It sent a shiver down Khillea's spine, making her body tingle in a way that felt foreign, unfamiliar. Despite herself, her pulse quickened. She could see the woman clearly now—beautiful, ethereal in the dim light, her body arching as she clung desperately to the man thrusting into her with an almost primal intensity.

The woman's legs trembled on the man's shoulders, her face flushed, lips parted in a perfect expression of ecstasy. Her long hair spilled over the table like a silken river, her skin glowing with the sheen of sweat as their bodies collided rhythmically. The man—he was relentless, his powerful hips slamming against her as the table creaked beneath their weight.

Khillea couldn't help but be struck by the scene, a forbidden voyeur watching from the shadows. The man was handsome, undeniably so, his muscles taut as he moved with an effortless confidence. A lucky man, she thought fleetingly, to have a woman like this beneath him—beautiful and utterly lost in pleasure. Even Khillea, who had trained herself to ignore such things, found her gaze lingering longer than she intended.

"Do you want to get pregnant, Aisha?" the man suddenly leaned in, his voice dark and intimate as he whispered into the woman's ear.

Khillea's heart skipped a beat.

Pregnant.

The word struck her, sending a jolt through her body. She swallowed hard, the ache in her throat matching the strange, uncomfortable warmth building between her legs.

That was

her

wish. A wish she had harbored in secret for so long.

"Yesss! Haaaannn❤️! Make me pregnant, Nathan! Aahaaan❤️! Give me a baby!" Aisha moaned loudly, her voice a mix of desperation and bliss as she nodded frantically, her body writhing beneath his touch.

Khillea felt her pulse race, her breathing quickening as her body reacted to the words.

Pregnant.

It was all she had ever wanted, the one thing she desired more than anything in the world. And yet, here she was, watching someone else live out that fantasy. Her fingers twitched at her sides, her skin growing hot. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene.

Nathan smirked at Aisha's words, his hands gripping her waist as he drove himself deeper into her, his movements becoming harder, more purposeful. Khillea could see the slickness of Aisha's thighs, the way her body welcomed every thrust. The wet sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the tent, growing louder as both of them neared their peak.

"Then take it!" Nathan growled, his voice low and commanding.

"HYAAAAA!!! SO HOT!! HAAAAANNN!!!" Aisha's body arched off the table, her scream of pleasure echoing in the small space as she climaxed, her legs quivering uncontrollably around Nathan's shoulders. Her release was so intense, so primal, that Khillea's own body responded involuntarily. A rush of heat spread through her, settling low in her belly, making her legs weak. She shifted uncomfortably, her thighs pressing together as she fought the growing tension between her legs.

In that moment, Khillea was utterly invisible—erasing her presence with the precision only a Demigod blessed by Zeus himself could muster. Even Nathan, despite his obvious power, was far too engrossed in the heat of the moment to notice her watching. His focus was on Aisha, on the pleasure he was giving and receiving, and Khillea was nothing more than a shadow at the edge of the tent.

But her eyes weren't on Aisha anymore. They were on

him

—Nathan. His sweat-slicked body glistened in the dim light, every muscle taut with exertion. For a fleeting second, one of his eyes glowed with a strange, unsettling golden hue, a slit forming where the pupil should have been. It sent a chill racing down Khillea's spine. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, his eye returning to its natural blue. She shuddered but didn't care anymore.

She had already made her choice.

I leaned down, my breath hot against her neck, and whispered darkly, "Do you want to get pregnant, Aisha?"

Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused, her lips parting in a desperate moan. "Yesss! Haaaannn❤️! Make me pregnant, Nathan! Aahaaan❤️! Give me a baby!" Her voice was high-pitched, breathless, filled with lust and abandon as she begged for it, her body arching into me, her legs trembling on my shoulders as I drove into her deeper, faster.

I smirked at her words, feeling the fire burning inside me as I pounded into her with everything I had, thrusting harder and deeper until I could feel the tip of my cock pressing against the very depths of her pussy. My hands tightened on her hips, gripping her with bruising force as I held her in place, her slick, dripping cunt squeezing around me as she writhed in pleasure.

"Then take it," I growled, my voice low and rough as I gave one final, powerful thrust, driving myself as deep as I could go. I felt her body tense beneath me, her back arching off the table as her orgasm slammed into her, her pussy clenching violently around my cock, milking me as she came.

"HYAAAAA!!! SO HOT!! HAAAAANNN!!!"