I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

223  Eating Astynome *

Astynome, her mouth swollen and dazed, struggled to catch her breath, her tongue sliding across her lips, which were now flushed with a deeper shade of pink. Charybdis leaned back, as she lifted a finger to catch the final remnants, savoring the taste with a casual flick of her tongue.

"Don't waste a drop," she said seriously.

Astynome stood there, still looking dazed and uncertain as she glanced over at Charybdis, her brow furrowing with lingering confusion. She swallowed hard, wiping her lips with a trembling hand. The moment was charged, her expression a mix of innocence and uncertainty, framed by the faint blush spreading over her cheeks.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. The scene between the two of them had been... intoxicating, leaving me spellbound. I could no longer hold back the desire rising in me. I reached for her, pulling her close until her body rested gently against mine. Her warmth was palpable, and her eyes lifted to mine, glistening with a blend of anticipation and timid excitement.

"You've hinted at this before, Astynome, to be fucked by me" I murmured, my voice a low whisper. "Each time, I've held back. But now…" Leaning down, I brushed my lips along her cheek, tasting the hint of her pleasure with a soft lick that drew a shiver from her. "Now seems like the perfect moment."

"Hmm!" Astynome gasped softly, her shoulders trembling as she felt the delicate touch. She hesitated, and then, after a pause filled with a silent exchange of trust, nodded, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She agreed.

A smirk crossed my lips, and with a shared glance, the three of us slipped away from the festivities. The timing was perfect—no one noticed as we stole away from the crowded hall, leaving behind the laughter and clinking of goblets. I had only come to the feast at Aeneas's insistence, and with the evening winding down, it was time I claimed a reward of my own.

We moved quickly through the corridors, and when we reached the dimly lit sanctuary of my quarters, I took a moment to glance around. A few guards stationed along the hall watched us curiously, but no one raised an alarm. Perhaps, if they had caught a glimpse of Astynome's flushed face, they might have wondered more. But it was too late now.

Once inside, I closed the door behind us, shutting out the world beyond. Charybdis, with a gentle but firm grip on Astynome's arm, led her to the edge of the bed, seating her with surprising care. Unlike Medea or Scylla, whose fiery spirits might have stirred up trouble, Charybdis possessed a softer touch. Astynome's innocence would remain unthreatened by any jealousy or rivalry here tonight.

Astynome glanced down, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. "I… I don't know about this…" Her voice was barely above a whisper, and her gaze flickered shyly to the floor.

I offered her a reassuring smile. "I understand. You're a priestess, untouched by any man. This is unfamiliar territory for you." I reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "But tonight… tonight, you belong here."

The thought of Agamemnon brooding over this would be delicious. He could rage all he wanted, but he would be powerless to stop what was about to unfold.

I knelt before her, and her breathing grew shallower, each breath mingling with the soft rustle of her robes. Gently, I placed my hands on her knees, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. Her legs, unscarred by battle and untainted by the bloodshed she had witnessed from afar, were smooth beneath my touch. Astynome truly was divine—a goddess's blood flowing through her veins, unspoiled by the harshness of the world. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and unguarded, her vulnerability and purity shining through. In that moment, I knew she was ready.

I lifted her dress, each fold revealing more of her toned thighs until the soft curve between her legs was bare, just a hint of lace veiling her secrets. The sight was mesmerizing—her white panties clung to her, damp and betraying her arousal, a delicate barrier between me and that untouched innocence. She'd been indulging in me so willingly, her lips around me until my cock was wet with her devotion, it was no surprise her own need was simmering just beneath the surface, soaking through the fabric.

With a swift, satisfying tear, the lace came away in my hands, and there it was—her untouched pussy, glistening, untainted by any other touch. The years had preserved her, the smooth skin and gentle swell all but begging for exploration. Without hesitation, I leaned down, inhaling her heady scent, feeling my pulse quicken as her wetness glistened, inviting me in.

I parted her thighs further, holding them firm as my tongue traced a slow, deliberate line along her entrance.

Her reaction was immediate—she arched, her head thrown back as a desperate, breathy "Haaan!" escaped her lips, her hands clutching the bedsheets. She tried to close her knees, a reflex of innocence and overwhelming sensation, but I held her firmly, spreading her wider, savoring her submission as my mouth moved over her again, tasting every sweet drop of her untouched purity.

"Hmmmnn~~" She whimpered softly, a quivering sound escaping her lips.

"Slurrp!" Every stroke of my tongue drawing more of her essence, more of those innocent sounds from her parted lips. Her hips jerked at each touch, betraying the strange new sensations flooding her.

"Oh…Heiron…" she moaned, her voice trembling, vulnerable. "It's… it's too much…"

I didn't stop, savoring the little helpless sounds slipping from her, feeling her body tense and arch beneath me. Her flavor intensified as her juices flowed freely, the taste of her overwhelming, each moan rising louder, needier. Her voice filled the room, her breaths coming faster.

"Haaaaaaan❤️!!!"

When my lips moved to the soft flesh of her inner thighs, she let out a cry, her head thrown back, eyes wide with unguarded pleasure. Her moans became wild, desperate as her hips bucked against my face, her body trembling as her climax neared. With her pure, untouched cries filling the room, I knew it was time.

Straightening, I positioned myself between her thighs, my cock throbbing with the heat of anticipation, still wet with her earlier efforts, primed to take her. "Lie back," I commanded gently, guiding her onto her back. Her dress bunched around her waist, exposing her to me, her body laid bare in trembling readiness.

I lifted her legs, her pale skin against my hands as I aligned myself, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance, teasing her, drawing out her anticipation.

"Just relax," I murmured, watching as she nodded, her soft moans filling the silence as her eyes locked onto mine, the innocence of her submission igniting every nerve within me.

With a slow then fast thrust, I pushed forward, my length stretching her tight entrance.

" H..HAAAGHNNN!!!"

Astynome's gasp was sharp, her back arching as she clenched around me. Her eyes squeezed shut, the pain of her untouched body yielding for the first time, her voice breaking into a desperate, trembling cry as I claimed her, pushing deeper until I was fully seated within her.

Her face twisted in sharp, unyielding pain, a raw, guttural groan slipping between her clenched teeth. Tears spilled down her cheeks, catching the dim light, each drop a reluctant testament to her vulnerability. Her breaths were shallow, strained, fighting to steady themselves as her body endured, her fingers curling tightly into the sheets beneath her.

Slowly, deliberately, I drove into her, feeling the resistance give way, inch by inch. The rhythm picked up, each thrust a deliberate blend of cruelty and care. Her body trembled with every plunge, her cries wavering between ragged whimpers and soft, unwilling moans. "Haa-ahn! S…so much…!" she gasped, her voice cracking as her body seemed to tense in rebellion before surrendering once more to the inevitable, her head tilting back, exposing the arch of her throat, glistening with sweat.

"Just relax," I whispered, voice low as I reached forward, rough hands finding their way to her breasts. Her skin was hot, slick beneath my palms, and I massaged each mound with slow, firm intent, feeling her respond to the touch despite herself, her nipples hardening between my fingers. She gasped again, hips jolting, her mouth open in a soundless cry.

"HAAAAAAAN❤️!!!Her body buckled as a climax stole through her, so sudden and intense it left her dazed, eyes half-lidded, incoherent whispers spilling from her lips. Her hips trembled, thighs taut, pressing together in a futile effort to shield herself from the unyielding waves of sensation. Her eyes fluttered, glassy, fixed somewhere beyond, lost in the haze of her release.

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"HAAAAAAAN❤️!!!Her body buckled as a climax stole through her, so sudden and intense it left her dazed, eyes half-lidded, incoherent whispers spilling from her lips. Her hips trembled, thighs taut, pressing together in a futile effort to shield herself from the unyielding waves of sensation. Her eyes fluttered, glassy, fixed somewhere beyond, lost in the haze of her release.

Withdrawing, I watched, my dick glistening, smeared with her essence, slick with her surrender and something more, a darker stain painting the sheets beneath us. Her form lay there, languid, broken yet somehow serene, the lines of her face softened with exhaustion. I wiped myself clean, my gaze shifting to the other figure in the room.

Charybdis met my stare, her dark eyes wide, filled with a hunger that she could barely contain. Her cheeks flushed, hands clenched in anticipation. I reached for her, and with a slow pull, brought her around, fingers curling around the fabric of her dress and lifting it higher, revealing the supple curves of her backside. My palm slid across the smooth surface of her skin, fingers sinking into her soft flesh.

"Ahhh❤️…" she breathed, her voice shivering with restrained excitement, her body arching back against my touch, hips grinding against my hold. A quiet gasp escaped her lips as I leaned close, breath hot against the curve of her ear. "Sorry for the delay, Charybdis," I murmured, letting my tongue graze her earlobe, savoring the shiver that rippled through her. The fabric slipped down her shoulders, and I let it fall away entirely, revealing her bare, waiting form, every inch of her practically vibrating in anticipation.

With a single motion, I aligned myself with her pussy, inviting heat, feeling her readiness against me, the warmth, the anticipation practically drawing me in. She whimpered as I pushed forward, her hips pressing back eagerly, her body swallowing me whole. Her moan turned into a lustful cry, her hands clutching the sheets as I began to move, hips snapping forward, faster, each thrust coaxing her cries to higher, more desperate notes.

"Haaah❤️! Yes! Yesss…!" she gasped, voice breathless and raw, her body rolling in rhythm to meet my every motion. Her head fell back against my shoulder, mouth open in wordless gasps as I reached around, seizing her breasts, kneading them, feeling the supple weight in my hands. Her skin flushed under my touch, warmth blooming wherever my fingers roamed, claiming her.

With a low growl, I slid the straps of her dress off entirely, exposing her fully, her chest heaving, nipples taut, as my hands molded against her, my thrusts driving her forward. She was lost in the pleasure, her cries breaking into breathless pants as I quickened, feeling her tremble in my arms.

"Ohhh… so… good…" she mumbled, voice melting into a low, drawn-out moan as I filled her completely, my hands firm, possessive against her as we moved together in perfect, carnal rhythm.

With a swift motion, I spun Charybdis around, pressing her forward until her hands braced against the cool, unforgiving surface of the wall. Her breaths were heavy, chest rising and falling with the anticipation that pulsed between us, her back arching, presenting herself fully, waiting, hungry. Her skin gleamed in the dim light, every curve an invitation.

I took my place behind her, gripping her hips with a possessive firmness, feeling her body shiver under my touch. The tip of my cock teased her entrance, sliding against her slickness, drawing a gasping moan from her parted lips. She pushed back, urging me on, her hips rolling with an impatience that brought a smirk to my face.

With one deep thrust, I buried myself inside her, and her body clenched tight around me, a throaty, primal moan ripping from her lips as I filled her. Her head fell forward, forehead pressing to the wall, lost in the sensation as I began to move, slow at first, savoring the way her body gripped and yielded to me.

"Ahhhh❤️! Y-yes… oh… yes!" Charybdis' voice trembled, her words dissolving into shameless cries with each thrust, her back arching deeper, pressing herself harder against me, desperate to feel every inch. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls, raw and unrestrained, each sound spurring me to thrust harder, faster, driving her hips into the wall with every snap of my own.

My hands roamed her body, sliding up the curve of her back, fingertips tracing along her spine, before returning to her waist, gripping her firmly as I pounded into her. Her nails scratched against the wall, a desperate attempt to ground herself against the onslaught of pleasure. She whimpered, hips pressing back, matching my rhythm with a needy fervor, her cries breaking into breathless pleas.

"Harder! Please, Samael... more… don't stop…!" she gasped, her voice thick with lust, every word trembling on the edge of a moan. I obliged, my pace relentless, the force of each thrust pressing her forward, her body pinned between the wall and my unyielding grip.

The next thirty minutes became a symphony of skin against skin, her cries bouncing off the walls, filling every corner of the room with their raw intensity. I kept her bent forward, one hand fisted in her hair, pulling her back against me, while the other roamed her body—gripping her waist, traveling up her spine, pressing into the curve of her hip to guide her as I drove deeper with every thrust.