I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 423: Moment with Khione (2) *

I rose slowly, standing before her, watching as Khione followed with graceful precision. She knelt before me, her movements fluid, like melting ice slipping into flowing water. Her pale, delicate hands reached up, her fingers moving with reverence and intent, tracing the fabric at my waist.

When Khione knelt before me and pulled down my pants, the cool air kissed my thighs, and her pale eyes widened slightly as my cock swung into view—languid, but thick, heavy, already pulsing faintly despite its flaccid state. Even soft, it carried that imposing weight that always made her hesitate for just a moment, biting her lip, as if mentally bracing herself. That look—half worship, half challenge—never failed to send a thrill straight through me.

She reached out with a hand that looked carved from winter mist and moonlight, delicate fingers curling around my shaft. The instant she made contact, a jolt of sensation ran up my spine, sharp and electric, like cold water poured straight into my nerves.

Her touch was cold—divinely so. She always ran a few degrees beneath human warmth, but that only made every stroke more intense, more vivid. The friction of her soft palm sliding down my skin sent goosebumps cascading along my thighs. She stroked me slow at first, savoring the heft and weight of it, fingertips trailing over veins, pad of her thumb brushing the tip as she worked with steady, reverent rhythm.

Then, without a word, she leaned closer, lifting my dick slightly to bring it into alignment with her lips. Her breath ghosted warm against the base before her tongue peeked out—delicate, pink, so warm in contrast to her skin—and she gave one slow, deliberate lick along the underside of my shaft.

“Sluuurp~”

The sound was lewd, wet, obscene. I groaned softly, the noise involuntary, pulled from my chest like breath from lungs. My cock twitched under her tongue, thickening in her grip as she continued to lap up the length, her strokes now punctuated by firm, slow licks.

“Sluurrupp~~ sluuurp~~”

She kept one hand stroking as her tongue explored the underside and sides of my shaft, every lick making it harder, heavier, veins rising along the surface like rivers beneath skin. I reached out, fingers threading gently into the silver-blonde strands of her hair, guiding her but not forcing. Just letting her know she could keep going. That I wanted her to.

Then she shifted, her tongue retreating from my cock as she leaned down further, her cool breath gliding over my tightening sack. She looked up once—just a glance—before flicking her tongue out and giving one long lick across my balls.

“Fuck,” I groaned, hips twitching slightly.

Her hand held my cock aloft, firm but gentle, as she mouthed at my sack—first lapping it wet, then closing her lips around one orb and sucking it gently into her mouth. The wet heat, the careful pull, the hum that vibrated in her throat—it all hit me at once.

“Sluuuuuurp~~”

I looked down, breath ragged, and saw her there—Khione, ethereal, cheeks faintly flushed, lips wrapped around one ball while her other hand stroked me, her thumb swiping the bead of pre that had leaked to the tip. My dick twitched again, lightly tapping against her forehead, leaving a glistening mark above her brow.

“Look at me,” I said, my voice low, rough with lust.

She obeyed, raising her head slightly, her pale blue gaze locking with mine even as she kept one orb captured between her lips. The sight of her—icy eyes, flushed cheeks, spit-slicked chin, one ball still in her mouth—was damn near divine. She didn’t stop. She sucked, gently, then switched, letting the other slip from her lips as she took the second one in, showing no hesitation now.

“Sluurppp~~mmnnh… sluuurp…”

Wet noises echoed in the room, and soon my balls were soaked, glistening with her spit, swinging slightly from the attention. My cock stood fully erect now, flushed dark, twitching eagerly every time she licked or moaned.

At last she pulled back, panting softly, eyes a little glazed, saliva dripping from her lips. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand, still kneeling, still stroking me with one hand as she caught her breath.

“Come,” I murmured, reaching to touch her cheek, my thumb brushing across her flushed skin. “Lick it.”

A bead of cum had gathered at the tip, thick and pearlescent, just waiting for her mouth. She leaned in again, obedient, tongue slipping out slowly to lap it up. Her tongue touched the slit and I shuddered—so sensitive there, especially with the cold heat contrast of her mouth.

“Yeah,” I murmured. “Go ahead.”

Khione opened her mouth wide, wrapping her lips around the head of my cock and slowly lowering her face. Inch after inch disappeared between her lips, the stretch of her jaw apparent, her eyes fluttering shut as she sank lower. Her mouth was a furnace, a slick, tight cradle of heat around me, and the way she moved—slow at first, adjusting to my size, then quicker, more confident—sent lightning lancing through my spine.

“Sluuuurp~~ glrrrk… hnnnnn… gluuuurp~~”

Each sound from her throat, each shudder of suction, each time her nose brushed against my skin—it all built in waves, pressure curling low in my stomach. Her tongue worked against the underside as she sucked, bobbing her head slowly, deliberately, saliva trailing down her chin again.

“Good girl,” I murmured, my fingers tightening in her hair now, gently coaxing her pace, not forcing—just urging. Her eyes flicked up at me again, glassy with arousal, as she took me deeper, moaning softly around my cock.

The wet noises filled the space between us—slick and raw and utterly filthy, as she gave herself entirely to the rhythm, to the act, to me.

Her pace quickened—her lips slick now, stretched taut around the girth of my cock, her jaw working steadily, beautifully, desperately. Each downward stroke drew her deeper, and each upward pull left my shaft glistening with her spit, strings of saliva clinging between her lips and the swollen tip.

“Sluuurk~~gluuurp~~ slrp-slrp…”

Khione was moaning faintly now, the sound muffled and vibrating around my shaft, creating a pulsing pressure that made my thighs tighten, my breath hitch. Her head moved faster, sloppier, a wet rhythm of devotion. Spit bubbled at the corners of her lips and dripped down her chin, trailing over her pale throat.

I watched the flush creeping up her neck, the tension in her shoulders as she pushed her limits. Her hands were now wrapped around the base, fingers slick with spit, working in time with her bobbing head. She was ravenous for it, driven now by something deeper than obedience. Her eyes fluttered closed again as her throat started to relax, swallowing more with each descent.

She wanted to take all of it.

I gripped her hair tighter, gathering the silken strands in one fist. “Relax your throat,” I growled, voice low, rough with heat. “I’m gonna give it to you deep. Take it.”

Khione whimpered, a muffled sound of anticipation and hunger, and placed her hands on my thighs as I began to guide her.

I pulled back slightly, then thrust forward—not too hard, just enough to bring her nose brushing against my abdomen. Her throat convulsed, tightening briefly around my shaft, and she gagged softly, but she didn’t pull away.

“Hmffh!!”

Her hands clenched against my thighs, knuckles whitening, but she stayed still, letting me rock my hips forward. I eased back, let her breathe, then slid in again, deeper this time.

Her throat opened more.

The next thrust buried nearly all of me. Her lips kissed the base of my cock, and her nose pressed against my skin. Her whole body trembled as her throat stretched around the girth, and the muscles clenched, hot and tight. I groaned out loud, overwhelmed by the feel of her—a perfect velvet vise wrapped around me, wet and needy and absolutely divine.

“Fuck, Khione…” I gasped, holding her head steady as I thrust again, shallow, testing strokes at first.

She blinked up at me, her lashes wet, eyes watery but full of fire, and then closed them again, focusing—surrendering.

I didn’t wait.

I began to fuck her throat slowly, steadily, feeling the resistance melt with each push. The sounds were primal—obscene, wet, raw.

“Gluuurrp~~sluuurp~~hmpff~~gluuurp~~~”

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as her throat was forced to open wider, stretched by the thick intrusion. But she didn’t stop me. Her hands slid from my thighs to grip my hips, pulling herself forward each time I drove in.

The pace built.

Flesh slapping faintly against her face, my dick disappearing down her throat again and again, until she was gagging between strokes, her body trembling, spit cascading in strands from her chin down to her collarbone. Her nose was buried in my skin with each deep stroke now, and the suction of her throat had turned into a rhythmic clench with each pulse.

“Hnngh… fuck… just like that,” I groaned, voice ragged. “You love that? Taking all of it?”

She couldn’t answer—her mouth was too full, her throat too stretched—but her moan around my cock told me everything. It vibrated around me, shivering through my core, coaxing the tension in my abdomen tighter and tighter.

I held her there for a few seconds, buried deep, her throat pulsing around the base of my cock.

She choked, and I pulled back slightly, letting her breathe—but only for a second—then slid back in, relentless.

“Hmphhn~~”

Her face was soaked. Her eyes bleary with tears. Her chest heaving. But she didn’t stop. She met every thrust with eager abandon, her nails biting into my hips as her tongue writhed against the underside of my cock, adding yet more layers of pleasure to every plunge.

I felt it building—pressure coiling at the base, tight and hot and inevitable.

“I am going to cum” I growled, holding her head tighter.

She moaned again around me, the sound desperate, aroused beyond words, and I drove into her one last time—deep, throat-fucking her with slow, savage strokes until I reached the edge.

My hips jerked. I came.

Hot. Thick. Rope after rope of cum shooting down her throat as I held her buried, her nose pressed to my skin, her throat flexing as she swallowed, her body twitching beneath my grip.

“F-fuck… yes…”

She swallowed again, and again, barely gagging now as she drank every drop I gave her, until at last I pulled back—slowly, deliberately—watching her lips slide off my cock with a loud, slick pop.

She gasped for air, mouth open, chin dripping with spit and seed, eyes glassy but proud.

I looked down at her—flushed, wet, a mess—and couldn’t help but grin.

“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.