I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned MeChapter 82: Eating Courtney (1) *
After the Demons vanished, it took a few hours for everyone to be treated and for things to settle down. I didn’t see Radakel, but I guessed he was with Liphiel.
We could have left immediately for the capital, but Amelia requested some rest before heading back to the palace. I understood her reasoning. The castle might have a suffocating atmosphere, after all. Liphiel, now in charge of us, accepted the request, and we all chose to rest in Uteska for the night.
Despite the battle damage, there were still plenty of houses in good shape, so we could all sleep in different homes. The knights took turns on watch, ensuring everything was safe. We had a warm dinner together and then picked random houses to sleep in for the night.
When I opened the door of the house I chose, it was an ordinary home. A family of Demons had probably lived here just hours ago. They had clearly left in a hurry, as there were half-eaten plates on the living room table.
For a house in a random village, it wasn’t bad. The only downside was the wooden floor, which showed signs of wear.
Walking past the living room and kitchen, I finally saw the rooms. There were two: one for the parents and one for their child, I supposed. The other room was clearly unoccupied. It was dark, with closed curtains and a smell of dust and stale air.
I opened the wooden windows, letting in fresh air, and took a broomstick from the kitchen to clean the room. After it was tidied up, I slumped onto the bed, exhausted.
It had been a truly tiring day. I was still upset that I hadn’t managed to kill Radakel. Well, at least he wouldn’t be as arrogant or smile like that anymore.
I smirked, thinking about that.
“Khione?” I called out to her.
No answer. As expected, she was still busy.
I sighed, lying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The day’s events played over in my mind. The battle, the escape of the Demons, and the arrival of Liphiel.
Liphiel…
I think it’s really time for me to leave this Empire. There’s this gnawing, unsettling feeling that I can’t shake off, and my instincts have never led me astray.
Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. The sound echoed in the quiet room, making me tense up. I frowned, preparing myself for whatever might happen next. But when the door creaked open, I was met with a surprising sight.
“Courtney?” I blurted out, seeing her standing there with a troubled expression on her face.
Courtney hesitated before speaking. “Um… Nathan, I need to ask you something…”
Her timing was odd, showing up so late at night, but I couldn’t help but be curious. “What do you want to ask me?” I inquired, trying to read her conflicted face.
“When I came to find you, you were tied up, but you weren’t hurt,” she began. “Did they harm you afterward? I can’t stop thinking about it… They didn’t hurt me either, and they left us there without using us as hostages…” Courtney’s voice trailed off, as if she was trying to piece together a puzzle without all the pieces.
She was perceptive, noticing things that didn’t add up. “Are you thinking something specific?” I asked, probing gently.
“N… Not really… I just thought maybe you had an idea,” she replied, her uncertainty clear.
She couldn’t fully comprehend the situation because she didn’t have all the information. She was trying to make sense of the anomalies but couldn’t place me at the center of it all. It was beyond her grasp.
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“Come, sit,” I said, motioning to the spot next to me on the bed.
Courtney moved hesitantly, sitting down with a slight fidget. “Did you come here just for that, Courtney?” I asked, placing my hand on her thigh.
It was a shame she wore a modest nightgown instead of the alluring negligee she had worn when she wanted to fuck Jason.
Courtney shivered at my touch. “I… I think so, yes,” she stammered, her face turning a deep shade of red as she looked away.
“Really?” I whispered into her ear, inhaling the soft, sweet scent of her hair.
“Hn~~y..yes…” she murmured, closing her eyes as I slowly lifted her gown, revealing her smooth, pale legs and thighs.
My hand glided over her flawless skin, caressing her unblemished thighs, as a sense of control and power settled over me.
“If Jason learns that you entered my room at night, he won’t like it, Courtney,” I whispered, letting my lips graze her neck and planting gentle kisses along her skin.
“I…I don’t care…about him..hnnn~~!” she replied, her voice trembling with a mix of defiance and desire.
I smirked as my hand ventured beneath her already rolled-up dress, exploring the soft skin of her inner thighs. Courtney’s hands gripped the bedsheet behind her, her knuckles turning white as she let my hand wander.
When I reached the delicate fabric of her panties, I slid a finger beneath it, immediately feeling the warmth and wetness there. “You arrived in my room horny, didn’t you, Courtney?” I teased, my fingers grazing her slit.
“Hmnnn!” she gasped, closing her thighs around my hand as soon as she felt my fingers touch her most sensitive area.
“What a horny girl you are,” I murmured, tracing lazy circles around her pussy, moving closer to her small, throbbing clitoris and gently stroking it.
“Ahn~” Courtney shivered, her body reacting to my touch as I played with her sensitive clitoris. I teased around it, occasionally pressing it just enough to make her shudder.
“Hmnnn❤️” she bit her lips, trying to stifle the sounds of pleasure that escaped her.
She came lightly, her juices coating my fingers with her thick nectar. Keeping one finger on her clitoris, I slowly inserted another into her wet pussy slit. It was slick enough to slide in easily, without causing her any discomfort.
“Ahnn~~yes…” she moaned, her voice a breathy whisper filled with pleasure and need.
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