I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Without waiting for permission, I gripped the hem of her dress and began lifting it, slowly revealing more of her smooth, milky legs. Her breathing hitched, and her hands shot out, grabbing my wrist in a weak attempt to stop me.

"W...Wait..." she whispered, her voice laced with hesitation, barely managing to meet my eyes. She looked toward the door, her expression filled with apprehension. "I... If someone comes, I... I think later it\'s..." She trailed off, the fear of being caught in this compromising position clearly weighing on her mind.

I stared at her for a moment, reading the mix of desire and fear in her face. She wanted this—there was no denying that—but the thought of someone walking in on us had her panicked. She\'d already surrendered, but the humiliation of being caught at her most vulnerable, her most raw, was too much for her to bear.

"Don\'t worry," I said, my voice low and steady as I trailed my hand up the length of her legs, sending a visible shiver through her body. "That\'s why you locked the door, right?"

"Hnn~" Azariah bit back a moan as my fingers danced lightly over her skin. Her body betrayed her, reacting to my touch even as she tried to suppress it. She trembled beneath my hand, her resolve wavering, and I could feel her resistance slipping away.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I spread her legs wider, positioning myself between them as I pushed the dress higher. The fabric slid upward, revealing her knees, and soon after, the soft curve of her fleshy, inviting thighs. Azariah gasped when my hand found her thigh, her palms pressing against the bed as she let her hands fall away, finally relenting to the inevitable.

Her breath came in quick, shallow bursts as I continued lifting her dress, inch by inch, until the fabric was high enough that I expected to find her panties. But when my eyes landed on her, I was met with a sight that made my breath catch for an entirely different reason.

No panties.

Instead, there it was—her perfect, smooth pussy, lips pressed tightly together in a way that made my cock throb in anticipation. She hadn\'t worn anything underneath her dress. Not a scrap of fabric to shield her from me. Her pussy was bare, meticulously shaved, as though she\'d been preparing for this moment all along.

I glanced up at her, and she immediately looked away, her face flushed a deep, burning red. Her entire demeanor was drenched in embarrassment, but her silence said everything. She had come prepared. Azariah had known, perhaps even hoped, that things would escalate to this.

That knowledge stirred something primal in me, made me want to push her even further, to see just how far she\'d go for me. My fingers traced over the soft, tender skin of her thighs, inching closer to the warmth between her legs.

As my finger traced gently around Azariah\'s slit, I could feel her body tense, her breath hitching as she let out a soft moan. "Aaah..." The sound slipped from her lips like a reflex, her body betraying her as the pleasure started to take over. The heat between her legs intensified, and I could feel the dampness forming around her pussy, her body reacting instinctively to my touch.

"Hmnn~" Her lips trembled as she tried to hold back, her eyes half-lidded, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. I knew she was trying to maintain control, but it was slipping fast, and that only made me want to push her further. One hand teasing her slit, the other caressing her soft thighs—it was enough to drive me wild, to make me want more.

My hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer, her body moving with mine as I took complete control. She let out a startled cry, "Haan~", as if surprised by the sudden intensity. But I wasn\'t stopping. I lowered my mouth toward her glistening pussy, not hesitating for a second before giving her slit a long, slow lick, my tongue dragging along the length of her wet lips.

"Haaaan❤️!" Azariah\'s body jerked, a cry of ecstasy ripping from her throat as she came almost instantly, her thick juices spilling out, coating her thighs and dripping down. The moment was raw, her body responding to my every touch without reservation, her orgasm sudden and intense.

I didn\'t give her time to recover, pressing my lips against her soaked pussy, kissing her with a hunger that only grew with each passing second. "Ahn~" Her moans softened, her voice trembling as she looked down at me with hazy, moistened eyes, the flush of her cheeks betraying her embarrassment.

She was overwhelmed, her regal facade crumbling under the weight of her own pleasure, and it only made me want more.

I looked up at her, my lips glistening with her cum, a smirk creeping onto my face as I licked them clean, savoring the taste. Azariah averted her gaze again, her face burning with humiliation, unable to meet my eyes despite the undeniable fact that she had given herself over completely. Yet, even in her shame, she clung to her dignity, holding onto the remnants of her status as princess.

It made me want to corrupt her even more, to tear down the rest of her defenses until there was nothing left but the raw, unfiltered need she was clearly feeling.

"Sluuurp~ sluuuurp..." My tongue continued its work, lapping up her juices like a man starved, and each time I touched her, she responded with another wave of pleasure.

"Haaa❤️haaaa❤️ hmnnn❤️yes" Her moans grew more frequent, soft but enough to echo in the room, loud enough for me to hear as I worked. Her body trembled beneath my touch, her hips jerking each time I hit a sensitive spot, her pleasure intensifying. My cock was rock hard by now, throbbing with the need to bury myself inside her, but I wasn\'t done yet.

Her juices kept flowing, her orgasm building again, and I continued to lick her clean, tasting the sweetness of her pussy as I lapped it up. There was something almost addictive about it, the way her scent filled my senses, sweeter than anything I had tasted before.

Khione\'s juices were like a divine elixir, a taste I could never forget, but Azariah was a close second—her taste was unique, intoxicating.

I let my teeth graze her outer labia, biting down lightly before giving a gentle tug.

SPUUUUURT!

"Haaaan!" she cried out, her voice breaking as another surge of cum sprayed out, a spurt of her juices splashing against my face like a mini fountain, soaking me. I didn\'t flinch; I just let it hit me, my face drenched in her release as I looked up at her.