I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me Chapter 635: Morning after Eating Ameriah

Ariah’s eyes opened slowly, her wet red demonic irises struggling to focus as consciousness gradually returned . Heavy lids lifted with effort, as though weighted down by exhaustion so profound it had seeped into her very bones.

She felt utterly tired in ways she’d never experienced before—a bone-deep weariness that seed to perate every fiber of her being. Yet paradoxically, simultaneously, it felt as though her body was resting on the softest cushion of cotton, floating in so state between physical exhaustion and ethereal contentnt. The contradiction was difficult to articulate even in her own thoughts.

Ariah shifted her body slightly, attempting to find a more comfortable position, and imdiately let out an involuntary soft moan as pain lanced through her lower body.

She felt distinctly sore, a persistent aching sensation coupled with hypersensitive tingling concentrated between her legs. The discomfort was pronounced enough to make movent sowhat difficult, every shift of position sending fresh reminders of the previous night’s activities.

And then, as expected, the mories of what had transpired last night ca flooding back into her consciousness with vivid clarity.

Her first ti. Nathan taking her virginity exactly as she had wished and longed for. The initially overwhelming sensations giving way to waves of pleasure she hadn’t known were possible. The feeling of complete union, of being desired and cherished, of vulnerability transford into strength through intimacy.

They had rested briefly in each other’s arms afterward, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow. But then they had co together again, passion reigniting almost imdiately. And again after that. The night had stretched on with repeated coupling, her body learning his rhythms, discovering pleasures she’d only imagined.

She had wanted all of it, had practically begged for more even when exhaustion threatened to overwhelm her. And Nathan had happily obliged, thoroughly fucking her exactly as she’d wished, taking his ti to ensure her pleasure matched his own.

It had been quite an intense and extraordinary first experience by any asure. But Ariah was obviously imnsely pleased just rembering it now in the morning light. These mories would stay with her forever—she would never forget this night, never forget how it felt to finally cross that threshold with soone she genuinely cared for.

A true blissful smile spread slowly across her lips as she lay there replaying monts from the previous night, her heart warming with satisfaction and newfound intimacy.

Turning her body carefully to face the other direction—moving slowly to minimize the soreness—Ariah was genuinely surprised to see Nathan still lying beside her.

His eyes were closed, but his breathing pattern and subtle tension in his posture made it obvious he was actually awake rather than sleeping. He was simply resting quietly, perhaps lost in his own thoughts.

Moving slightly closer despite her body’s protests, Ariah reached out with one delicate hand and placed it gently on Nathan’s pale, toned chest His skin was warm beneath her palm, and she could feel his heartbeat—steady and strong .

Nathan’s golden eyes opened imdiately at her touch, and he turned his head toward Ariah with a warm, genuine smile .

"You finally woke up," he said softly, his voice carrying notes of affection and amusent. "I was wondering how long you’d sleep ."

"I don’t even rember falling asleep," Ariah admitted with a slightly embarrassed murmur. "One mont I was fully conscious and aware, and then... nothing until just now."

"You fell asleep rather suddenly after I filled you for perhaps the tenth ti," Nathan explained matter-of-factly, though his smile widened with the mory. "You cried out quite loudly, your entire body went rigid for several seconds, and then you just collapsed into unconsciousness."

Ariah’s pale cheeks flushed deep red as vivid mories returned of how shalessly and loudly she had been moaning throughout the night. She had completely lost control of her volu at multiple points, her voice rising to levels that would have mortified her under normal circumstances.

She was absolutely certain that others in the castle had heard her. The royal quarters weren’t isolated enough to completely muffle sounds of that intensity, especially when sustained over hours. Guards, servants, possibly even her sister despite being rooms away—they almost certainly all knew exactly what had been happening in here.

"That’s because I felt so very good," Ariah said defensively, though her blush remained prominent. "I couldn’t help the sounds I made."

She leaned closer against Nathan’s body and kissed him, wanting to recapture so of that overwhelming intimacy from the night before.

Nathan reached up with one hand, threading his fingers gently through her long golden blonde hair, and kissed her back with tender passion. His lips moved against hers with confident familiarity now, knowing exactly how she liked to be kissed.

"Hmmm~~" Ariah moaned softly into the kiss as Nathan deepened it, his tongue exploring her mouth thoroughly while his hand cradled the back of her head.

Even as they kissed, Ariah’s own hand began wandering lower across Nathan’s body with clear intent. Her fingers traced down his chest and abdon before reaching his currently resting mber and beginning to stroke him with gentle, exploratory touches.

Despite having been so thoroughly satisfied the previous night, despite the soreness still making itself known with every movent, she already wanted him again. Her body craved more of that overwhelming pleasure and connection they’d shared.

At precisely that mont, the bedroom door suddenly swung open without warning or preliminary knock.

Both Ariah and Nathan imdiately turned their heads toward the unexpected intrusion, breaking their kiss to see who had entered.

Azariah stood frad in the doorway, her expression carrying complex layers of exasperation, concern, and resignation.

The Queen took in the scene before her with a single comprehensive glance—her naked younger sister sprawled partially on top of Nathan’s equally unclothed form, Ariah’s hand positioned exactly where it obviously was, both of them clearly preparing for another round of lovemaking right here in the morning light.

Azariah sighed deeply, the sound heavy with the long-suffering patience of an older sister who had known exactly what to expect but had hoped to be proven wrong.

"I think that’s quite enough for today, Ariah," she said firmly, her tone brooking no argunt despite the gentle underlying concern. "I’m fairly certain that everyone in this entire wing of the castle has heard more than enough of your voice carrying on all night long."

Ariah’s face imdiately flushed an even deeper shade of crimson, mortification washing over her as her sister’s words confird her worst fears about being overheard. She quickly withdrew her wandering hand and shifted away from Nathan slightly, pulling the rumpled sheets up to cover herself.

Azariah couldn’t help but smile with wry amusent as she observed her younger sister’s obvious embarrassnt and disheveled state. Despite her initial concern and the mild exasperation coloring her expression, there was genuine affection underlying her deanor.

"Are you happy now, finally?" Azariah asked, her tone mixing teasing with sincere curiosity . "You’ve been waiting for this mont for quite a long ti, haven’t you? Practically counting down the days until you felt ready."

"I am extrely happy," Ariah replied with complete honesty, her embarrassnt fading as genuine satisfaction took its place. "Though I’m perhaps a bit regretful that I didn’t gather the courage to do this sooner. I wasted ti being nervous when I could have experienced this months ago."

Azariah rolled her eyes at that response, though her smile remained. Trust her impulsive younger sister to imdiately wish she’d been even more impulsive .

"Well, you’ve gotten exactly what you wished for now," Azariah said with the particular firmness of an older sister reasserting authority. "So perhaps you can redirect so of that focus back toward your actual responsibilities? Your kingdom could use so attention from its princess, you know."

"Yes, sister," Ariah nodded obediently, though she added a slight pout that sowhat undermined the dutiful acceptance. She looked like a child being reminded about neglected howork rather than a demon princess being told to attend to matters of state.

At that mont, Nathan moved with supernatural speed, vanishing from the bed and materializing directly in front of Azariah—still completely naked—startling the Queen despite her considerable composure.

"How about we spend so ti together right now?" Nathan suggested in a low, suggestive whisper, his lips barely brushing against Azariah’s as he spoke. "You and your sister, both with ? It could be quite morable."

He kissed her gently, the touch brief but laden with implication.

Azariah’s pale cheeks imdiately flushed pink at the boldness of his proposition, though she quickly looked away to compose herself. Her demonic heritage ant she was hardly a prude, but Nathan’s shaless directness could still catch her off-guard.

"It’s barely morning and you’re still seeking more physical pleasure," she said, trying to inject stern disapproval into her tone despite the blush betraying her actual reaction. "Don’t you ever get tired? You were active all night ."

"Is there anything better to do with the early morning?" Nathan asked reasonably, wrapping his arms around Azariah’s slender waist and pulling her slightly closer despite her protests. His body pressed against hers through the fabric of her gown, making his interest quite obvious.

"Yes, actually! Many better things!" Azariah insisted, placing both hands firmly on Nathan’s chest and pushing him back with genuine determination. "You have responsibilities as well, in case you’ve forgotten. Helen and Clytemnestra should be arriving back from Sparta very soon—possibly within the hour. You should be getting yourself properly prepared to greet them rather than trying to seduce your way into your lover’s sister’s bed for a repeat performance."

Nathan’s golden eyes widened slightly as that information registered .

They were finally returning from Sparta. He’d been anticipating their arrival for days now, growing increasingly concerned as their trip extended beyond the originally planned duration. Helen had been heavily pregnant when she departed.

Sighing with resignation and acknowledging Azariah’s point, Nathan pulled back from her and began gathering his scattered clothing from where various pieces had been hastily discarded the previous night. He dressed quickly with efficient movents, already ntally shifting focus toward the reunion ahead.

"I’ll go bathe," he said.

After Nathan departed from the room, closing the door behind him and leaving the two sisters alone, Azariah imdiately turned her full attention to Ariah. Her expression shifted from exasperated amusent to genuine sisterly concern.

"Do you need any help getting cleaned up and dressed?" Azariah asked gently, approaching the bed where Ariah still lay partially covered by rumpled sheets. "I can call servants if you prefer, but I thought you might want privacy given... well, given your current state."

"No, I’m perfectly fine," Ariah insisted with perhaps more confidence than was warranted. "I don’t need assistance for sothing as simple as bathing and dressing."

She pushed aside the sheets and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, preparing to stand. But the mont she actually tried putting weight on her legs and taking a step forward, her knees buckled alarmingly and she nearly collapsed to the floor.

Azariah moved with impressive speed, catching her younger sister before she could fall and steadying her with strong hands gripping Ariah’s arms.

"For goodness’ sake, Ariah," Azariah said with a mixture of concern and exasperation as she took in her sister’s condition more fully. "This was your first ti being intimate with anyone—your body isn’t accustod to that kind of... extensive activity. I want to bla Nathan for being too rough or inconsiderate, but honestly, I don’t think he was the one insisting on going all night without rest."

Ariah couldn’t walk more than a step or two without feeling sharp pain radiating from between her legs, her inner thighs trembling with a combination of soreness and exhaustion. She was clearly in no condition to move around independently .

"It’s genuinely difficult not to keep wanting more when it feels that incredible," Ariah defended herself, leaning heavily on Azariah’s supporting arm as she spoke "You should understand that perfectly well, big sister. I’ve heard you on more than one occasion ."

"Of course I understand," Azariah admitted, her own face coloring slightly at the mories her sister’s words evoked. "That doesn’t an I didn’t learn to pace myself eventually ."

"Now we’re truly the sa, sister," Ariah said then, her expression brightening into a genuinely joyful smile despite her physical discomfort. "We share this experience, this connection with the sa man. It brings us even closer together."

Azariah sighed with fond exasperation at her sister’s romantic perspective . Trust Ariah to focus on the emotional bonding rather than the practical complications.

"We’re just missing one thing to make us completely the sa," Ariah added thoughtfully after a brief pause.

"What’s that?" Azariah asked, though she suspected she already knew where this was heading .

"A child," Ariah said brightly, as though discussing sothing as simple as acquiring a new dress . "Once I have Nathan’s baby like you do, then we’ll truly be in identical positions."

Azariah imdiately fixed her younger sister with a stern, uncompromising gaze that would have made lesser demons take several steps backward.

"Not anyti soon," she said firmly, her tone brooking absolutely no argunt . "You are nowhere near ready for motherhood, Ariah. You can barely manage your current responsibilities without getting distracted. A child requires constant attention, endless patience, and maturity you’re still developing. So that particular milestone will wait several years minimum ."

Ariah opened her mouth as though to protest, then apparently thought better of arguing with Azariah when she was using that particular tone.