I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 197: Khillea's Tongue Work* (2)

"Good girl," I muttered, my hand tightening in her hair, guiding her movements as her tongue rolled along my length, wet and eager. "Now put it in your mouth."

Her eyes widened further at the command, a flicker of uncertainty flashing across her face, but she didn't resist. Slowly, hesitantly, she opened her mouth wider, the tip of my cock pressing against her lips. There was a moment of hesitation, a soft whimper escaping her as I pushed forward, the head slipping past her lips and into her warm, wet mouth.

"Hmpff!"

She gagged slightly, her throat constricting as I forced myself deeper, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her tongue rolled around me, awkwardly at first, but soon finding a rhythm as she began to suck, her lips tightening around my shaft.

A low grunt escaped me as I watched her struggle to take more of me, her eyes watering slightly as her lips stretched around the thick girth. Her hands clutched my thighs, nails digging into my skin as she tried to steady herself, her head bobbing slightly, sucking and licking as best she could. Her moans were muffled, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through me as I felt her throat spasm around the tip.

"Take it deeper," I growled, pushing her head down further, forcing more of my cock into her mouth.

"Hmppf! Gluuurp!"

She gagged again, her eyes watering more, but she didn't stop. Her lips tightened around me, her tongue working to keep up with the forceful thrusts as I guided her head, pushing her closer to the base. Her moans were growing louder, more desperate, each muffled sound sending another wave of heat coursing through me.

"Hmmpff! Hmppf! Gluuurp~~sluuurp!"

Khillea's face was flushed, her cheeks bright pink as she struggled to take me deeper, her hands gripping my thighs as if to ground herself. She was drooling now, saliva pooling at the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin in messy, sticky trails as she sucked harder, her tongue rolling and flicking over the sensitive head each time I pulled back.

"That's it," I muttered, my hand tightening in her hair, my hips thrusting forward as I forced her to take more, my cock filling her mouth until she was gagging, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. "You're doing so good."

"Hhmmmppf!!"

Her moans turned to whimpers, her throat tightening as I pushed deeper, the wet sounds of her gagging filling the room. Her eyes were glazed now, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to keep up, her tongue still working, though slower now, more desperate.

I groaned, my grip tightening as I thrust deeper, watching her face contort with the effort. Her lips stretched wide, her jaw aching from the strain as I filled her mouth, her moans growing more frantic with each thrust. Her throat spasmed around me again, and I couldn't help but grin at the sight of her struggling, her eyes watery and her cheeks stained with tears as she worked to please me.

"God, you look so fucking good like that," I muttered, my voice a low growl. "Taking my cock so well. Achilles must be quite lucky."

Her moans grew louder, more desperate as I quickened my pace, forcing her to take more of me, her throat tightening with each thrust. Her eyes were glazed with tears, her cheeks wet, but she didn't stop, didn't pull away. Instead, she sucked harder, her tongue flicking over the head with renewed fervor, desperate to please, desperate to be praised.

"Gluuurpp! Gluuuurp~~hmmppf! Sluuuuurp~"

The room was filled with the sounds of her gagging, wet and filthy, her mouth stretched around my cock as I fucked her throat. Her moans were growing louder, each one sending shivers of pleasure through me as I felt her tongue working, her lips tightening with every thrust.

"Fuck, Khillea," I groaned, my hips bucking forward as I pushed deeper, forcing her to take more. Her throat spasmed again, her eyes widening with the effort, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she whimpered, her hands gripping my thighs tighter as she struggled to keep up, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.

Her lips were stretched wide, her jaw aching, but she kept sucking, kept licking, her tongue rolling around the head of my cock each time I pulled back.

"Sluuuuurp!!" Khillea's cheeks were bright red now.

"You like that don't you?" I smirked.

I could feel the heat building, the tension coiling tighter in my gut with every stroke. Khillea was a mess now, her face flushed, her cheeks stained with tears, her mouth stretched wide as she sucked harder, more desperately. Her moans were a constant now, muffled and frantic, her body trembling with each thrust as she struggled to keep up.

With a final thrust, I pushed deep into her throat, my cock pulsing as I spilled into her mouth. Khillea gagged, her body trembling as she struggled to take it all, her throat working desperately to swallow, her moans frantic and broken. I held her there, her lips stretched wide around my cock, her eyes glassy with tears as she swallowed, her throat tightening around me one last time.

"Haaa! Haan! Haaa...augh..."

Khillea breathed hardly.

I pulled back slowly, watching as she gasped for air, her lips wet and swollen, her face flushed and stained with tears. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she looked up at me, her eyes wide and dazed, her lips still glistening with saliva and cum.

With a smile, she then licked her lips. "Thanks for the meal."

I could only smile in return.

Where did Achilles found this woman?

"Come," I said with a low growl, pulling her up roughly by her arm, her body trembling under my grip. She was still catching her breath, her lips swollen and slick from the blowjob she had just given me, but there was a hunger in her eyes, a raw desperation that made my blood thrum harder in my veins. Her lips parted, and her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as I dragged her toward the bed. Achilles' bed.

Sorry, Achilles, but I'm going to have to fuck her right here, on your bed.

I didn't care about the mess or the consequences. Right now, all I cared about was sinking myself into her, using her body for my own pleasure. I threw her down onto the bed, her body bouncing lightly against the sheets as I followed her, my knees pressing into the mattress, trapping her beneath me.

"M-Make me pregnant!" she suddenly gasped out, her voice thick with lust, her eyes gleaming with something wild. Her chest was heaving, her breasts straining against the fabric of her top, and her smirk was one of wicked challenge. "Fill me with your seed," she breathed, her thighs parting as her body arched toward me. "I want you to fuck me until I'm pregnant."

I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. How many women had said those words to me? How many had begged for the same thing, wanting to carry my child, to claim a part of me for themselves? In the last months, it was a lot for a mere guy from Earth like me. But something about the way Khillea said it, the way her voice dripped with desperation and lust, sent a surge of heat through my veins.

"If that's what you want," I muttered darkly, my lips curling into a smirk of my own.

Without wasting any more time, I grabbed both of her ankles, wrapping my hands firmly around her heels and pulling her closer to me, spreading her legs wide in the process. Her body slid effortlessly across the sheets, her thighs opening for me like a flower blooming under the weight of my touch.

"HAAAN????!" she moaned, her voice louder than before, a wild, breathless cry that made my cock twitch in response. The sound echoed around the room, her body shuddering as if just the act of being manhandled had sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Her back arched, her breasts thrust upward, her hands gripping the sheets in tight fists as she looked at me with that same burning lust.

Her voice was breathy, ragged as she begged. "Ravish me up."

Her words only made me harder, the raw need in her voice driving me to the brink of control. I didn't waste a second. My hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I positioned myself between her legs, my cock brushing against the soaked folds of her cunt. She was dripping wet, her arousal coating my shaft as I slid the head of my cock up and down her entrance, teasing her, watching the way her body shuddered beneath me, her hips writhing as if desperate for more.

"You want me to fuck you?" I asked, my voice low and taunting, leaning in closer so that my breath ghosted over her lips. "You want me to fill you with my seed, Khillea?"

"Yes! Please!" she gasped, her body arching up toward me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she tried to pull me closer. Her desperation was palpable, her entire body trembling with the need to be filled, to be claimed.

I grinned, positioning myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her wet slit, teasing her just a little more. "Then beg for it," I muttered, my voice thick with lust. "Beg for me to fuck you."

Her breath hitched, her eyes wide and glassy with need as she looked up at me, her lips trembling. "Please, fuck me!" she moaned, her hips bucking up toward me, desperate to feel me inside her. "I want you to fuck me! I want you to fill me with your cum, please, Nathan!"

That was all I needed to hear.