Chapter 10: Questions For Goddess Khione *
Lying on the bed with my arms folded behind my head, I waited in silence, gazing up at the intricate tent crafted from ornate sheets.
Now, at least, the reality of my situation was clear.
I hadn't been caught in a lengthy dream but rather thrust into another world along with my classmates.
A dangerous world, as I had come to understand.
From this point forward, I would need to tread cautiously, lest I meet an untimely demise.
Knock knock!
"It's open."
The door creaked open slowly, revealing Khione, naturally. She was draped in a hooded cloak, concealing her hair and features from prying eyes, particularly those of my fellow classmates.
"Close the door and lock it," I instructed, and she complied.
As the door clicked shut, I rose from the bed with a grin. "Could you remove that cloak so I can admire you?"
I noticed a flash of displeasure cross Khione's lips as she discarded her cape.
"You did an excellent job maintaining your composure throughout the feast. Quite impressive," I commended her with genuine praise.
"What did you need?" Khione asked, brushing off my earlier remark.
"I assumed you already knew," I replied, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and gesturing towards my crotch.
Khione's jaw dropped in disbelief. "You…!" She began to protest but quickly regained her composure. "I am the Goddess tasked with protecting this Empire. I have myriad responsibilities to attend to, including aiding you and your fellow Heroes, and yet you dare to summon me for such trivial matters!"
"Yeah, I dare. Come now," I stated with a cold stare.
"I…I," Khione hesitated before cautiously approaching me.
"Get on your knees, Khione," I instructed with a smile, shedding my blazer and tossing it onto the bed.
Khione complied, bending her knees with an ashamed expression, clutching her dress as she lowered her head.
"Unfasten my belt and lower my pants," I directed.
With trembling hands, she undid my belt and gradually lowered my pants until they pooled around my knees.
"My briefs."
At my command, she removed my underwear, revealing my semi-erect cock. It was less engorged than before, a testament to my self-control. Despite facing such beauty, I managed to restrain myself, perhaps thanks to the energy I had received from her.
I could sense her surprise at the difference in size compared to our previous encounter.
I had always been drawn to innocent women like her.
"Need a refresher on how to handle it, Khione?" I asked with a sigh.
Khione shot me a glare before reluctantly reaching out her hand to grasp my limp member.
Oh!
The sensation of her cool touch sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
And what delicate hands she possessed.
Only hands like hers were worthy of holding my cock for the first time.
"Come on, stroke it," I commanded, and Khione complied, her hand moving rhythmically over my length.
She felt my member slowly growing under her touch, a look of confusion crossing her face.
"Now, I'll ask you some questions, and I want honest answers, Khione," I stated.
"Questions?" She glanced at me but halted her movements.
"Don't stop," I said, and Khione resumed stroking.
With a smirk, I continued, "Yes, questions. First question: Are we the first Heroes you have summoned?"
"No," she shook her head.
"How many?" I asked.
"You are the third group of Heroes summoned in the Empire, by me," she replied.
"What happened to the other two groups?" I questioned, feeling pleasure building.
"They died. Fighting the Demon King," she answered with a solemn expression.
"So, you failed twice, resulting in the deaths of my brethren, and yet you still chose to summon us? Are you planning to sacrifice us like pawns to the Demon King while you enjoy yourselves here?" I mocked.
"Y-You don't understand, Human! The Demon King is a God as well, and incredibly powerful! Only beings from another world might stand a chance against him," she explained.
"I see. Now, lick," I nodded, stroking her hair.
Khione's expression shifted to one of shock.
"Lick with your tongue, Khione," I repeated, guiding her.
Khione hesitated before extending her tongue.
"Slurp~"
"Oh yes…" I moaned in pleasure as Khione's tongue traced along the head of my member.
Gripping my dick with her right hand, Khione tentatively licked my glans, delivering quick licks as if she wished to minimize her contact. Her eyes were shut tightly, her face scrunched up, likely attempting to distract herself from the task at hand.
"Sluurp~sluurp~~"
"Your previous Heroes failed twice in a row. Are you sure you're not just feeling hopeless? And where are the other Gods? Are they so inept that they can't confront the Demon King?" I probed.
"Slurp~ Th-that's because the Demon King is too powerful. The Gods consider it a minor issue, and a battle between Gods might result in the destruction of the continent... he's a grave threat," she explained.
"Tell me, Khione. Have the Royals been informed about the Heroes' Skills and Talents?" I inquired.
"Yes. Immediately after their awakening, everything was disclosed to them," she confirmed.
Ah, so that explained why the princess had her sights set on Jason, given he had the strongest Skill.
"I presume then that individuals with lesser Skills, like myself, receive different treatment, such as prioritizing the strongest Heroes and leaving the weaker ones to fend for themselves. You likely applied that rationale with the previous batches of Heroes, correct?" I demanded.
Khione fell silent, offering no response.
I expected no less from her.
That gaze she gave me when my Skill appeared told everything.
"Lick."
Khione seemed frustrated but she licked. "Slurp~"
"Faster. Lick faster Khione." I added a hint of my authority over her.
"Sluuurp~~sluuurp~~sluuurrp!"
"R-Right! Lick all around it! Every inch! Use your damn tongue to explore every part!" I shouted, gripping her hair tightly.
Khione's grip on my member tightened as she quickened her pace, her tongue darting around my shaft and glans.
"Sluuuuuurp! Sluuuurp! Hnnn!" She closed her eyes, intensifying her movements.
"Open wide!" I commanded.
With obedient compliance, she parted her lips, and without hesitation, I thrust my cock into her mouth.
"Mffffnnnn!" She gagged at the intrusion.
"Now, suck it!" I ordered again.
"Gluuurp~~" Khione took my member into her mouth, her pink lips tracing its length as she eagerly sucked.
"Move your head like that yeah!" I tilted my head back, savoring the sensation of her warm, wet mouth engulfing me shamelessly.
Her saliva provided ample lubrication as her lips worked diligently, her pace increasing.
"Gluuurrp~~~Sluuuurp~~~GLURP!!"
Now fully engrossed in sucking my member, Khione moved her head in a rhythmic back-and-forth motion.
The revered Goddess of the Empire, worshipped by all, now knelt before me, sucking my cock with fervor akin to any woman in heat.
A wave of pleasure surged through me, my entire body ablaze with heat.
It was imminent.
A powerful climax loomed as Khione sucked with increasing urgency.
"Glurppp! Gluuuurp~~"
"Y..Yeah!!!!" With a firm grip on Khione's head, I released a torrent of semen into her waiting mouth.
Khione ceased her sucking, closing her teary eyes as my essence spilled forth, filling her mouth.
I don't know how long it lasted but I held for several seconds until no more semen spurt out. Once I was certain, I released my grip on Khione's hair.
"Ha…." I slumped on the bed completely tired.
"C-Cough! Coughhhh!" Below on the ground, I could hear Khione coughing out the surplus of semen that caught in her throat on the ground.
Then she stood up awkwardly and quickly headed to the restroom of the room.
Meanwhile I relinquished myself from the afterglow on the bed.
Getting sucked by a Goddess is really the best thing.
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Chapter 11: Late Morning
I heard Khione retching and coughing before she slowly returned from the restroom.
"Look at the mess you've made," I complained, surveying the floor stained with my semen.
"..Disgusting," Khione muttered, wiping her lips with her hand after rinsing her mouth with water. Her eyes were teary from choking on my member.
"Well, you'll get used to it. But before that, didn't you forget something?" I gestured towards my semen-covered glans.
Khione glanced at my still-erect cock, understanding my implication.
"It has fucked your mouth, Khione. The least you can do is thank my cock by cleaning it," I said with a smirk.
Khione clenched her fists but approached once more, kneeling down and taking my member back into her grasp.
"Slurpp~~"
"Yeah, clean it gently," I said, patting her hair.
Her tongue meticulously traced around my glans, wiping away the remnants of white semen, leaving behind a rosy hue.
"Sluuurp~~~sluuurp~~"
"Good," I murmured, stroking her cheeks.
I had enslaved a Goddess.
But I couldn't afford to be complacent.
Not in the slightest.
She was extremely powerful and I have to be always on my guard against her.
What is done is done.
That's why I need to remind her on a daily basis that I have control over her. To not let her think about a way to kill me. To make her focus on pleasuring me, I was diverting her attention.
"Sluuuurp~~" She ended with a last lick and retreated her head back.
"Nice job again, Khione," I stood up and put back my pants. I offered her a hand but she refused.
As I observed her figure up close, my gaze fell on her valley hiding a good pair of breasts. I reached out my hand and cupped her right breast through the dress.
"Wha..t." Khione was caught off guard but I ignored.
I felt the elasticity and I could feel my member already getting hard again. "No, your breasts and your pussy are for another day."
Khione shivered a little before her cheeks flushed in shame again. She then proceeded to leave the room.
"It's really hard," I sighed.
Really hard to hold back from fucking her right away.
How many times did I think about throwing her in the bed, ripping her dress and pounding my dick inside her virgin pussy.
But even I wasn't that much of a monster.
At least now she will think thrice before treating people like me as discardable pawns.
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The morning arrived quick but I was really too tired to even wake up.
The three hours bus trip, my death, the summoning, the awakening of skill, the dick-sucking by a Goddess, the feast and another dick-sucking by the Goddess really took a toll on my body.
I had only one simple wish: to indulge in a blissful ten-hour slumber.
Knock knock!
A soft voice interrupted my dreams, accompanied by the gentle rap of knuckles against my door.
"Sir Hero?" the voice called out. "Morning training has commenced, and Commander Oscar has summoned everyone."
Oscar? Who was he again?
Grumbling, I buried my face in the pillow, momentarily resisting the call to action.
"I'll be there shortly," I replied, my voice muffled by the fabric.
With a resigned sigh, I forced myself out of bed and trudged towards the bathroom.
Filling the bathtub with steaming water, I sank into its soothing depths, allowing the warmth to seep into my weary muscles.
"Ahh, this is the life," I murmured contentedly, tilting my head back against the porcelain.
For the next half-hour, I lost myself in the luxury of the bath, relishing the sensation of clean, fresh skin devoid of yesterday's grime and sweat.
As I lathered shampoo into my hair, I couldn't help but marvel at the sight of my newly acquired white locks.
"It's a strange feeling," I mused, contemplating my reflection in the mirror once out of the bath.
On a nearby shelf, an array of garments awaited, ranging from elegant gowns to practical training attire consisting of simple pants, shirts, and sturdy boots.
I quickly donned the training ensemble, feeling the fabric settle comfortably against my skin, and made my way to the door.
"Ha!" The maid let out a small startle upon seeing me, her reaction catching my attention.
"What's the matter?" I inquired, puzzled by her response.
The maid hesitated, her gaze flickering from my hair to my face before she shook her head, offering a hurried explanation. "N... Nothing, Sir Hero. Shall I escort you to the training grounds?"
"Yes, please," I replied, eager to join the others.
With a nod, the maid led me out of the castle and towards the designated training area.
As we arrived, Commander Oscar's voice echoed across the courtyard, delivering instructions to the assembled group.
"Remember, maintain a firm grip on your sword's hilt. A loose grip could spell death in battle." He emphasized, eliciting a collective flinch from the class.
Observing the exchange, Ms. Carter shot Oscar a disapproving look, while Cecilia delivered a punch to his back, prompting him to clear his throat and amend his tone.
"Stay focused and practice your swings," Oscar concluded, adjusting his approach.
"Lord Oscar, I've brought the final Hero," announced the maid, drawing everyone's attention.
Oscar turned to regard me, but I paid little heed, my focus instead on my classmates earnestly practicing their swordplay under the guidance of seasoned knights. Each of them wore attire similar to mine, signaling their readiness to train, even Ms. Carter herself.
"You are?" Oscar called out with a puzzled gaze.
I turned my gaze toward him. "Nathan Parker."
"Hmm? I don't recall seeing you yesterday, Hero Nathan. Has your hair always been white?" Cecilia inquired, her gaze on me.
"No, it's just a side effect of my Skill," I explained.
"Is tardiness also a side effect of your Skill, Hero Nathan?" Oscar said with an exasperated sigh.
His remark didn't please me.
I despised being looked down upon.
"Remind me who you are again?" I called, my tone dripping with disdain.
"I'm…Oscar, the Commander responsible for training the Heroes," he replied, narrowing his gaze.
Clearly, he didn't appreciate my tone.
"As one of the Heroes you've summoned, I expect a modicum of respect, especially from a mere Knight whom I will surpass in a matter of weeks," I smiled.
"What did you say?" Oscar advanced towards me, his glare intense, but Cecilia intervened, holding him back.
"Oscar," she called out before turning to me. "We apologize if we've offended you, Hero Nathan," she added, her voice neutral, lacking its usual warmth.
It was a pity to see such a beautiful face regard me with such indifference. I held no animosity towards Cecilia; in fact, I harbored a great fondness for her.
"Nathan! You're late!" Ms. Carter's voice cut through the tension, her disapproving gaze fixed on me.
I scratched the back of my neck sheepishly. "Apologies, Ms. Carter. I was feeling a bit homesick," I offered in apology.
Both Oscar and Cecilia wore expressions of shock at my sudden change in demeanor, contrasting sharply with my earlier confrontation with Oscar. The truth was, I held a deep love for Ms. Carter; she was undoubtedly the finest teacher I had ever known, and her kindness had helped me immeasurably. She was beautiful on top of that.
When I said homesick, Ms. Carter's disapproving gaze melted away showing a compassionate one. "It will be okay, Nathan."
See.
That's exactly what I was talking about.
It was decided.
I absolutely wanted her.
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