I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me
Chapter 424: Moment with Khione (3) *

Chapter 424: Moment with Khione (3) *

"Good fucking girl," I murmured, brushing her damp hair back from her face.

And Khione, still on her knees, looked up and licked her lips clean.

The moment her lips parted and she swallowed, her throat bobbing subtly, I felt the tension crackle between us like stormlight caught in crystal. I brushed my thumb again along her lips, slower this time, feeling the faint wetness still slick from what she’d taken in, tasting me.

"You liked it, didn’t you, Khione?" My voice was low, teasing, soaked with satisfaction. I watched her breath catch, her cheeks coloring like snow-kissed wine. "You’ve been sucking and swallowing so eagerly... again and again. You’ve come to crave my taste, haven’t you?" I leaned closer, my voice a murmur against her burning skin. "How was it?"

Her answer came so soft it might have vanished into the wind if I hadn’t been right there to catch it.

"It was good..." she whispered, barely audible.

I smirked.

Her voice, her face, her surrender—it all made my blood surge.

Without another word, I guided her gently down onto the grass, her back pressing into the earth, golden strands of her divine hair spilling around her shoulders as her elbows steadied her. Her expression—half-expectation, half-need—only made me hungrier.

"My turn," I murmured, sinking to my knees before her, worshipful and wanting. "To taste your beautiful pussy, your divine essence, Khione."

She sucked in a breath. Her whole body seemed to tremble at the word.

Her legs were folded delicately beneath the silken gown, the hem brushing just past her knees. I reached out, running my fingers up along her feet still encased in those fragile, goddess-woven sandals. Even the soft creak of the leather giving way to my touch sent a shiver up her spine. I slipped them off carefully, reverently. As soon as I did, her toes curled, and her hips gave a faint twitch.

"Mmhhnn~" Khione moaned, her breath catching in her throat. Even that small act, the intimate removal of her sandals, had her already writhing.

I reached again, slower this time, lifting her gown inch by agonizing inch. It revealed her calves first, pale and smooth, then her thighs—oh, her thighs. The contrast of soft alabaster skin and the desperate wet heat I knew was hiding between them made me ache.

I gently spread her legs. The moment her thighs opened for me, I moved between them like a pilgrim come to kneel before his goddess.

"Lay down, Khione," I whispered, my voice a soothing command wrapped in anticipation.

She obeyed without hesitation. Her arms trembled as she let herself down fully, her head resting against the soft grass, white hair spilling like a halo, fingers curling into the ground as her breaths turned into ragged whimpers.

I took her right leg, lifting it slowly, brushing my lips along her foot, then higher—kiss after kiss trailing up her delicate calf, the inner slope of her knee, her thigh. Her skin was fever-hot beneath my mouth.

"HNnnhh~!" she gasped, and her hips lifted slightly. The back of her knee twitched as I ran my tongue along the sensitive spot, then flicked it lightly with the tip of my tongue. She whimpered like she’d been struck.

I let her leg fall gently across my shoulder and began to kiss my way inward—deep into her thighs, where the heat radiated most. I parted them wider and the scent hit me.

Sweet. Intoxicating. Absolutely divine.

I peeled the gown higher and higher until her pussy was fully exposed—and there it was: glistening, pulsing, already wet, flushed with hunger. Somehow still tight and perfect despite how many times I had claimed it. A miracle only a goddess could embody. The way it throbbed, untouched and eager, made my cock twitch with jealousy.

But this moment was for her.

I leaned in and dragged my tongue flat along her folds, tasting her.

"Haaaahn~❤️!" she moaned, her voice rising like a melody shattered into breathless notes.

I flicked my tongue against her pussy again, slower this time, teasing her clit with the tip before sucking on it softly. Her hips bucked up, desperate. It had been too long for her. A whole month. I could feel how sensitive she was—her pussy clenched as if trying to hold on to my tongue, her nectar already flowing.

She came right then—just from a lick. I felt it. Her pussy trembled, released a soft gush of juice onto my lips, and her thighs locked around my head for a moment.

But I wasn’t done.

I moaned into her, savoring the taste—nectar and divinity. I kissed her clit again, then sucked her inner lips, tasting every inch of her, savoring every drop. My tongue moved like worship, every motion slow and drawn out, building her higher again. She was so sweet—her cum like honeyed moonlight, and I drank it like a man lost in a desert.

I slipped a finger inside her as I lapped her juices. One finger at first, curling slightly to find the spot I knew would make her melt. Her walls clenched around me like she was already close again.

"Haaan, Nathaaan~~yes~~yes! Don’t stop~~!" she cried, her back arching.

Her hands lifted to her breasts without thought, clutching at them, pinching her nipples through the gown, panting louder now as her body undulated against me. She was lost in it, floating.

I added a second finger, thrusting slowly, curling, hitting her sweet spot again and again while my tongue circled her clit. I bit it gently, not to hurt, just enough to shock.

"Haaaahhhn❤️!"

Her whole body jerked. Her legs locked around my shoulders. Her pussy clenched and then—yes—she squirted, her climax bursting out in hot, trembling gushes all over my face. Her juices soaked my mouth, my cheeks, dripping down my chin. I drank them, licked my lips, didn’t waste a drop.

Her head was thrown back, eyes wide and glassy, lips parted in silent moans as the pleasure kept wracking her, wave after divine wave.

But I wasn’t finished. Not yet. Not by a long shot.

I lowered my pants with slow, deliberate hunger, the fabric slipping down my thighs like a snake shedding skin. My cock sprang free—thick, veined, rock-hard, glistening already at the tip with anticipation. Khione’s gasp wasn’t just audible—it was sharp, visceral, as if her lungs had forgotten how to breathe. Her eyes widened, cheeks stained scarlet, chest heaving with every breath.

The sight of her like that—barely holding herself together, trembling, lips parted—shattered the last of my restraint.

I grabbed the front of her gown, bunched the delicate fabric in my fists, and tore it apart like wet parchment, the sound of ripping silk crackling in the air. The shredded cloth fluttered down her sides, revealing her naked body underneath—pure, pristine, glowing like marble polished by the gods themselves.

And her breasts.

Fuck. Full, perky, tipped with pink, sensitive nipples already hard before I even touched them. I leaned in, mouth drawn instantly to her right breast, lips closing around it as my tongue flicked and sucked, claiming it, tasting her skin like nectar.

"Haaaan~!" Khione cried, her voice cracked with pleasure, and her hands flew to my hair, fingers knotting tightly as if trying to pull me deeper against her.

"S... suck it... haaan~❤️!" she whimpered, grinding her hips helplessly beneath me.

I obeyed like a starving man at feast, dragging my tongue in firm circles, then sucking her nipple deeper into my mouth, teasing the nub with slow, hard pulls, as if coaxing milk from her. Her back arched under me, pushing her breast tighter against my lips.

While my tongue worshipped her chest, my hand returned to my dick, gripping it firmly, stroking it back to full, pulsing readiness. I didn’t need long. Her moans alone had already brought me back to the edge.

I lowered myself between her thighs again, my dick brushing against her drenched entrance. The moment the head pressed against her slick folds, she shuddered.

"Hmmmh!" Khione moaned, her entire body twitching as her pussy kissed the head of my dick, her toes curling, her legs trembling around my waist.

"Do you want it, Khione?" I whispered into her ear, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly. "Do you want this cock deep in your little pussy?"

Her mouth fell open. Her eyes—glassy, wet, desperate—met mine.

"Y-Yes... haaan~ please... fuck me... Nathan..." Her voice was a whimper, a prayer, pure sex wrapped in divine need.

I smirked and plunged forward without warning.

"HaaaAAAAHN~!" she screamed, her head snapping back, her hair fanning out behind her like a goddess in rapture.

Her pussy gripped me instantly—hot, wet, impossibly tight. Despite having fucked her before, her cunt still clung to my shaft like it was made for me, as if it remembered every inch but still needed to relearn it from scratch. I buried myself deep until my hips pressed flush against her, the head of my cock kissing the deepest part of her.

"Ooooh~~" she moaned, her stomach twitching as she felt me fill her completely.

I didn’t wait.

I started to thrust—slow at first, savoring the friction, the way her walls tried to adjust around me. But soon I was slamming into her, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Haaaaan~❤️ yes! Yesss! More! Haaaa~!" Khione was delirious now, her voice high, trembling, her words melting into cries as her body surrendered.

The sound of my cock pounding into her, her juices squelching loudly, the room filled with the smell of sex and sweat and divine heat. I fucked her harder, her tits bouncing wildly with every thrust, her fingers clawing at the ground, desperate to hold on.

Ten minutes passed. My balls were tight, begging for release—but I wasn’t ready. Not yet.

I grinned and shifted my grip, lifting her legs and placing them on my shoulders. Her ass tilted perfectly, her pussy even tighter at this angle, squeezing around me like it didn’t want to let go.

"Ahhhaaah❤️~! N-Nathaaaan~! Hnnnngh❤️~" she moaned, losing herself completely.

I pounded harder, her juices squirting out, wetting my thighs and the ground below. Her body trembled, her face a mask of ecstatic torment, and all the while, I marked her—bite after bite on her breasts, her neck, her collarbones—tiny bruises forming beneath each kiss, each suck.

Khione’s divine body—perfect in every way—shook with every orgasm I coaxed out of her. She was a mess of sweat and cum and shivering pleasure.

Then I flipped her.

Without pause, I forced her onto all fours, grabbed her ass cheeks, and spread them open. Her cunt glistened beneath me, wet and needy, and just above it, her tight little asshole winked as she tried to catch her breath.

"Fuuuuck... You’re so beautiful, even from behind," I growled, gripping her hips hard.

I thrust back into her pussy, deeper than before.

"AAAAHN~!" she screamed, her elbows giving out, face pressing into the ground as her body convulsed around my cock again.

Her knees buckled, but I held her firmly, my pace brutal now, rhythmic, relentless. My cock slicked with her cum, driving into her like a piston.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

Then I saw it—her perfect little asshole twitching. I reached out, spat into my hand, smeared it over her tight rim, and slid my thumb slowly inside.

"HYAAAAAHN❤️❤️❤️~!" she shrieked, her entire body arching like a bowstring. The mix of sensations overwhelmed her, her pussy clamping down violently as she gushed again, squirting against my thighs, coating them in warm slickness.

Her body rocked under me, sweat dripping from her skin. I reached out with one hand, lifting her by the breast, pinching her nipple hard as I fucked her, my thumb still buried in her ass, my cock deep inside her cunt.

We didn’t stop.

Her orgasms came like a storm, wave after wave. She lost track. I didn’t. I counted every one—six full climaxes that left her gasping, trembling, drooling on the ground as her cum puddled beneath us.

One full hour of raw, endless fucking.

By the end, her body collapsed. She lay there twitching, broken by pleasure, her back painted in thick ropes of my seed—across her shoulders, her spine, even in her hair.

"Ha..." I exhaled, dizzy from the intensity, admiring my work.

I flipped her back around, gently. She moaned faintly, lips parted, eyes barely able to focus.

I kissed her—slow, deep, tongue tasting her saliva, claiming her breath one last time. Then I slumped beside her, both of us breathing heavy, tangled in each other’s scent and heat, our bodies sticky with lust and divine surrender.

And she was still beautiful. Even ruined. Especially ruined.

No wonder Poseidon wanted to fuck her that much.

But Khione was mine.