I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

"Haaaan… so… full… Nathan…" Aisha whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper as her body continued to tremble, her pussy still twitching around me. I could feel her legs shaking, her muscles weak and spent from the intensity of her orgasm. Her breaths came in short, shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to regain control of her body.

But even as I slowed my thrusts, my cock still buried deep inside her, Aisha\'s body continued to convulse. Her hips jerked involuntarily, her pussy still milking me for every last drop, her eyes rolling back as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

Her legs, still draped over my shoulders, finally gave out, falling limply to the sides as she lay back on the table, utterly spent. Her chest heaved with each labored breath, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, her face a beautiful mess of pleasure and exhaustion. I stayed inside her for a moment longer, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around me, her body still twitching and spasming in the aftermath of her release.

But as I slowly pulled out, a soft whimper escaped her lips, her body shuddering one last time before collapsing completely. My cum dripped from her still-quivering pussy, her legs trembling weakly as her body finally gave in to exhaustion. Aisha\'s eyes fluttered closed, her breath slowing as she succumbed to unconsciousness, her body too overwhelmed by pleasure to stay awake any longer.

I stood there, watching her chest rise and fall gently, a satisfied smirk tugging at my lips. She was mine now, every part of her.

After years of liking her and nine long months in this world, I had finally fucked and made Aisha mine.

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Ten minutes was all Aisha needed to regain a semblance of clarity. Her breathing, once heavy and erratic, began to steady as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her flushed skin still carried the vivid remnants of our earlier passion. I could see the glow on her body—an afterglow from our intimacy—illuminating her with a soft radiance that enhanced her natural beauty.

I reached for a small flask, one that Amaterasu had given me. It wasn\'t just ordinary water; it had restorative properties, designed to help one recover their stamina faster. I handed it to her gently, and Aisha took a slow sip, visibly revitalized with each swallow. She blinked, finally finding her voice after the intensity of the moment.

"Here, I brought you a new dress," I said, draping it over the bed beside her. Aisha glanced at it briefly but seemed more interested in the closeness between us. She shifted on the bed, sitting next to me, her bare skin lightly brushing against mine, causing a new wave of heat to rise in the room.

Her face remained flushed from the intensity of what we had just shared. There was an unmistakable glow that seemed to emanate from her, a kind of energy that lingered long after our bodies had cooled. She looked utterly captivating, and despite the satisfaction in my bones, my desire stirred once more.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, my voice softened by concern. "I might have been a bit rough, especially for your first time."

I tried to keep my tone light, but the memory of her words, her soft murmurs urging me on, flashed through my mind. Her legs had moved in perfect rhythm with mine, her body arching, almost demanding more, despite my hesitation. It had been as intoxicating as it was overwhelming.

Aisha shook her head with a soft smile on her lips, her cheeks still a deep shade of crimson. "No," she said, her voice sweet but laced with contentment. "I liked it when you were harder."

I raised an eyebrow, fighting the urge to laugh. It was hard not to. Her words caught me off guard, but they also sent a wave of satisfaction through me.

"I see," I replied, trying to suppress the smirk that was threatening to spread across my face.

For a moment, there was silence between us, comfortable but thick with unspoken words. And then, unexpectedly, Aisha\'s expression shifted. Her gaze fell slightly, and her lips pressed together before she spoke again.

"Sorry for wasting your time," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

I frowned, unsure what she meant at first. But then I realized. She was apologizing for stopping me earlier, for delaying my departure to find Astynome, all so we could have this moment together.

Did I regret it now? Absolutely not.

My task was clear: to deliver Astynome safely to Troy. In what state she arrived hardly mattered to me, as long as she was alive. It might sound heartless, but that was the reality of who I was. My duty was simple. And honestly, Apollo should be grateful. I had brought her back unharmed, and if anyone deserved his wrath, it was Agamemnon—not me.

"Don\'t worry about it," I said, my voice firm yet reassuring. "I\'ll find a way to get her."

Aisha\'s eyes softened, and she sat up a little straighter. "I can help you, if you want."

The offer was tempting, but the memory of how she was treated the moment she stepped foot into the Greek camp flashed in my mind. The way they looked at her, the vile intentions behind their gazes. She had narrowly escaped something far worse than mere hostility.

I shook my head. "Stay with the others. I can handle it alone. I don\'t want anyone touching what belongs to me."

Her eyes widened slightly, and her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. She grasped my arm, fingers tracing the muscles there, her touch light but filled with curiosity.

"Your arms... they\'re so toned. You look so different, Nathan... What happened to you?"

Her words lingered in the air, filled with wonder, but also a hint of concern. She wasn\'t just admiring the physical changes in me—there was something deeper in her question, something that reflected her growing awareness of how much I had changed.

Aisha had no idea of the full extent of my strength. She knew me as I had been, not as I was now. I could tell she had her doubts, perhaps sensing something had changed, but she couldn\'t confirm her suspicions. I had grown adept at concealing my true presence, erasing any trace of the power that now surged within me. On top of that, I had altered my appearance subtly, enough to ensure that even those closest to me wouldn\'t easily recognize the full transformation.

"Things happened," I began, my voice steady as I decided not to hide the truth any longer. "I was summoned by Tenebria. That\'s how I escaped death."

"Tenebria?" Aisha\'s eyes widened in shock, her expression a mixture of disbelief and confusion. She stared at me for a long moment, as if piecing together fragments of information that had eluded her until now. "You... you\'re the Hero of Darkness? W-what happened at the border of Tenebria? The one who pushed Kastoria\'s forces back… was that…?"

"It was me," I confirmed with a nod. There was no point in denying it. "I became some sort of Lord Commander there. The demons have treated me better than anyone from the Empire of Light ever did."

At my words, a wave of sadness crossed Aisha\'s face. I could see the guilt flickering behind her eyes, the weight of her helplessness gnawing at her. She probably blamed herself for not being able to save me back then, for not preventing the circumstances that led to my supposed death. But how could she? I had kept too much hidden from her, from everyone.

"You have nothing to feel guilty about, Aisha," I said, my voice firm yet gentle. "This was my decision. Everything that\'s happened, it was all part of the path I chose."

She looked down, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on her lap. "I understand," she whispered, though I could sense the pain lingering in her tone.

I leaned closer, my gaze locking with hers, ensuring she grasped the seriousness of what I was about to say next. "Aisha, everything I\'ve told you—keep it secret. For as long as you can. For your own safety, you need to stay within the Empire of Light. Continue to fight for them, just as you\'re doing now."

Aisha\'s hands clenched into tight fists, her knuckles whitening under the strain. The fury she felt was palpable, directed not at me, but at the Empire of Light, at the Divine Knights who had betrayed me, who had pushed me to this point. She wanted to lash out, to do something, anything to make a difference. But the truth was, she couldn\'t.

"Yes," she murmured, her voice low and laced with reluctance.