I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 30  Tasting The Teacher *

"What are you doing Oscar?"

When I asked, Oscar flinched.

He slowly turned around, his eyes widening in shock when he saw me.

"W...what?"

He couldn't comprehend what was happening.

"What were you going to do to my teacher when she belongs to me?" I said coldly, and with a swift motion, I threw a knife at high speed.

Oscar didn't even have time to react. The knife pierced just below his heart.

"Gua! How?!" he gasped, clutching his chest and staggering backward, glaring at me with a mixture of pain and confusion.

"How what?"

"You should be dead! Guhaaa!" he spat, blood dribbling from his mouth.

"Oh, the beasts you mean. I killed them. They weren't that strong, so it was pretty easy," I replied with a smile as I approached him, my eyes locked onto his.

"I...Impossible, you are just..."

Bang!

Before he could finish, I delivered a punch to his face, sending him flying into a tree with a resounding crash.

Oscar spat even more blood, his face now a mask of shock and fear. He had clearly underestimated my speed and the power behind my strike.

He tried to stand up, but I was quicker. I appeared in front of him and kicked the knife still embedded in his chest, driving it deeper.

"Guaaaaaa!!!" Oscar screamed in agony before losing consciousness.

Grabbing him by the neck, I flung his limp body away. He would be dealt with later.

First, I needed to tend to my teacher, who seemed to be in a strange state.

I knelt beside her, noting her flushed face and the way she struggled in her sleep, her legs rubbing together restlessly. The firelight danced over her features, highlighting the sweat on her brow. She moaned softly, her body reacting to the effects whatever Oscar had given her.

I smirked as I watched her, savoring the sight.

"Let's ease you up a little, teacher," I murmured softly, reaching down to remove her boots with deliberate care.

I then slid off her pants, exposing her exquisitely pale, smooth legs. Lifting them gently, I slipped off her soaked panties, leaving her completely naked below. The sight of her exposed pussy was mesmerizing, with only a few stray pubic hairs that did nothing to hide her natural allure. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

I extended my hand and lightly touched her entrance with my finger.

"Hnnn~!" Amelia moaned softly, her pussy twitching as her juices flowed freely, soaking the sheet beneath her.

"You're that turned on, professor?" I smiled, spreading her knees apart to position myself directly in front of her. Leaning closer, I inhaled the intoxicating scent of her arousal, which only fueled my own excitement.

These were the sweet, heady juices of my beautiful and ever-kind teacher.

"Slurp!" I delivered a slow, deliberate lick from bottom to top with my tongue.

"Ahn!!" Amelia's head tilted back as she let out a loud moan.

The taste of her juices was a complex blend, predominantly sour with a tinge of sweetness.

In any case, I wanted more of her.

Kissing the tender cheeks of her pussy, I teased her entrance with my tongue, giving a slow, deliberate lick along her slit, coaxing out even more of her sweet juices.

"Ahnnn❤️ahnnn❤️! Hnnnnn~"

Amelia's sultry moans filled the air as I lavished attention on her pussy. Her face was a deep shade of red, and her ample breasts rose and fell with her labored breaths.

Spreading her labia gently, I peered into her pussy with focused intent.

A thrill surged through me as I noticed her hymen was still intact.

She was a virgin.

Despite being twenty-five, I had my suspicions, but this confirmation brought a wave of exhilaration.

I would be the one to take her virginity, to be the first to fuck my teacher.

With a triumphant smirk, I thrust my tongue into her open pussy.

"AAAHN!!" she cried out, as her fluids came out but I licked and sucked all of it.

Her thick thighs enveloped the sides of my head, drawing me closer to her dripping pussy, yet I remained undeterred, continuing to lap at her with fervor.

"Hnnn! Noooo~~~N..Nathan…."

Her murmurs of my name fell upon deaf ears as I focused solely on my task, a self-satisfied smirk playing at the corners of my lips.

This wasn't the first time I had sensed her carnal desires for me. A month of constant interaction had gradually stirred her fantasies, bringing her to this feverish state of arousal.

Try as she might to suppress her urges and erase the lascivious dreams she harbored about her student, resistance proved futile.

Initially, she may have dismissed the odd sensations she felt in my presence, attributing them to mere coincidence. But her mistake lay in underestimating the potent allure between us, allowing herself to succumb to the irresistible pull of attraction.

I observed her futile attempts to avoid me, yet my relentless pursuit ensured our paths crossed time and again. Resistance crumbled as her emotions for me intensified, her dreams growing increasingly explicit with each passing day.

"You're soaking wet, teacher," I murmured, punctuating my words with another deliberate lick before directing my attention to her throbbing clitoris.

"W..we can't…hnnn~~...N..Nathanaaaaaaahnnn❤️!"

As I fervently licked and teased her clit with my tongue, her voice echoed loudly in the forest, calling out my name as she reached her climax.

Her body convulsed, and a gush of her sweet juices splattered across my face.

"Haaaaaa…..❤️"

Her prolonged moan filled the air as she sank back, her love nectar continuing to flow freely.

With a chuckle, I savored the taste of her essence before licking my lips clean.

Rising to my feet, I surveyed the scene with satisfaction, taking in the sight of my beautiful teacher, her half-naked form trembling, her pussy still twitching from the lingering sensations of pleasure.

The urge to pound my dick right away in her twitching pussy crossed my mind, but I resisted. I wanted her to be awake for that moment. She was someone I truly loved after all.

Ironically, such a scenario hadn't been part of my initial plan.

I glanced at Oscar, who lay defeated on the ground, and couldn't help but smile.

Whatever he had given her had worked wonders, and conveniently, in my favor.

Sliding her panties back into place and carefully adjusting her clothing, I positioned her as she had been before. She would surely be in for a surprise when she woke up feeling wet below.

Now, I needed to deal with Oscar, and I already had a plan in mind.