I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned MeChapter 146: Discussion with Princess Azariah (2) *
After a moment’s hesitation, she extended her hand, her fingers brushing against me gently as she took hold of my dick, her touch tentative but growing firmer with each passing second.
I leaned back slightly, my gaze never leaving her as I exhaled slowly. “Let the Princess fulfill her duty then.”
Azariah wrapped her fingers gingerly around my limp cock, her expression a mix of curiosity and awe, as if she was holding some kind of relic rather than a man’s dick. It was like she had never seen one before, or at least never seen one up this close. Her eyes lingered on it, wide with surprise and wonder, as if she were trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
Her breath hitched, her cheeks flushed a deeper red.
Was this her first time? Or was it the unfamiliar closeness that had her so captivated?
Despite the awkward tension in the air, her touch sent a ripple of pleasure coursing through me. Her hand was soft, her grip cautious but sure, and I could feel the blood surging downward in response. The quiet room seemed to shrink around us, making the moment feel all the more intense as my dick swelled slightly within her grasp, hardening under the warmth of her fingers.
“It’s… It’s getting bigger?” Azariah stammered, her crimson eyes flicking back and forth between my growing erection and my face, seeking some sort of explanation. The disbelief in her voice was almost innocent, like she couldn’t believe what was happening right in front of her.
I didn’t answer. I just watched her, waited for her next move, wondering how far her curiosity would take her.
She turned her attention back to my now semi-erect cock, her hand trembling slightly as she started to stroke it, her thumb grazing the tip with a hesitancy that bordered on reverence. Her palm wrapped around the shaft, her movements slow and deliberate. It was as though she were learning by touch, exploring me with a kind of fascination that made the experience all the more surreal.
Her strokes, though inexperienced, still sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body.
And fuck, there was something utterly intoxicating about having a princess—no, this princess—stroking my cock. It wasn’t every day someone of her status would lower themselves to this, and the absurdity of it wasn’t lost on me. Yet here she was, Azariah, her hands working timidly but earnestly on me. I couldn’t help but briefly think back to Adelia, that missed opportunity in the Empire of Light.
Should have fucked her when I had the chance. Now that was a regret that stung a little more in hindsight.
“Is… Is this how you do it?” Azariah’s soft voice broke through my thoughts, her red eyes once again meeting mine, searching for reassurance. Her hand began to bob up and down, a bit more confident now, as the rhythm of her strokes became smoother. Each time she revealed the pink tip of my cock, it disappeared back into her grasp, only to reappear again.
She was learning, and with each stroke, I felt my restraint slipping.
Reaching out, I placed my hand on one of her horns, brushing my thumb against its smooth surface. “Yeah,” I muttered, my voice low and breathless, caught between the growing sensation and the absurdity of the situation.
Azariah flinched slightly at the touch, her body tensing for a brief second, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she continued, her strokes steady, her breathing shallow. I could feel the pressure building as she worked me, a familiar tightness growing in my gut.
Eventually, precum began to ooze from the tip, a bead of it gathering at the slit before slowly dripping down the length of my shaft. The smell of it—the raw, musky scent—filled the air. Azariah’s nose twitched as the scent hit her, and for a moment, she froze.
“S… Something’s coming… there’s this white stuff…” She whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of uncertainty and surprise as her eyes locked onto the tip, where the precum glistened before her cheeks reddened further in embarrassment.
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“Lick it.” The words left my mouth with the weight of a command, and I could see the confusion ripple across Azariah’s face. Her crimson eyes blinked in dumbstruck silence, as if my request had momentarily short-circuited her thoughts.
“Ehhh?” she mumbled, her voice tinged with uncertainty, like she couldn’t quite believe what I’d just asked of her. I wasn’t sure if it was her first time hearing such an order or just the shock of how abruptly I demanded it.
She might’ve known that things would eventually escalate from this little handjob experiment to a blowjob, but maybe she didn’t expect me to take charge so quickly, or maybe the thought of licking up precum still caught her off guard.
But that’s exactly what I wanted to test. How far would she go for me? After everything we’d been through—after everything I’d done for her kingdom—how badly did she want to keep me tethered to her? Azariah was scared, that much was obvious. She knew I was about to walk into the fire of another war, another battle, for another kingdom that wasn’t hers.
And she knew damn well that she couldn’t afford to lose me—not after all I’d accomplished, after I’d become such a powerful asset.
She didn’t just want me for my strength or my skills; she wanted me to stay. She wanted to embed herself into my life, make herself irreplaceable. I could see it in her eyes, the desperation lurking behind those hesitations.
So, I pushed. “Yes,” I confirmed, my tone unyielding.
Her gaze dropped down to my cock, now fully swollen and pulsing, precum glistening at the tip like a bead of milk. Maybe that’s what it looked like to her—some sweet, forbidden thing, but her hesitation told me it wasn’t exactly appealing. Her lips parted as she gulped, swallowing her uncertainty as she moved closer.
Her pink tongue slowly darted out from between her soft lips, inching toward the tip of my cock where the precum waited.
“Sluuurp~”
The sound of her lick sent a shiver through me, and I couldn’t help but let out a low groan. Her tongue, soft and warm, grazed the sensitive tip, scooping up the precum like it was something she was unsure of but willing to taste. The moment stretched out, heavy with tension, and when she pulled back, her brow furrowed in distaste.
“S… Sour, it tastes weird,” she muttered, her voice tinged with discomfort, her face scrunching slightly.
I smirked at her innocence, her raw reaction. “You should get used to it, Princess,” I taunted, watching as her face flushed an even deeper shade of red. She turned her gaze away from me, avoiding eye contact, her embarrassment plain to see. But that wasn’t enough. I needed more from her—more than just this hesitant compliance.
Leaning in close, I whispered directly into her ear, letting my warm breath tickle her skin. “How far are you willing to go to secure me, Princess?” My voice was low, a challenge veiled in a question, and I could feel the subtle tremble run through her as she shivered at my words.
Azariah clenched her fists tightly, her whole body tensing as she processed the gravity of the situation. “U… Until the end,” she finally whispered back, her voice trembling but resolute. That was all I needed to hear.
Grabbing her arm with a firm grip, I pulled her toward the bed, dragging her with a forceful urgency that left no room for hesitation. “Ha!” she yelped in surprise as her body landed on the mattress, her red eyes wide with shock. The soft material of the bed barely muffled the thud of her landing, but she had no time to recover before I was on her again.
Without a word, I grasped her ankles, yanking her body to the edge of the bed, positioning her exactly where I wanted her. She stared at me, nervous, her breath quickening, her chest rising and falling as uncertainty crept back into her eyes. “W… What are you doing?” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with confusion.
I knelt before her, my gaze locked on hers, the hunger in my eyes unmistakable. She might’ve known she’d already given herself over to me, but seeing me there, kneeling before her at the edge of the bed, made it all the more real. Her uncertainty lingered, but she didn’t move. She didn’t stop me.
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