Enslaving Another Goddess! (1)

"You're quite late, Goddess."

Amaterasu didn't respond right away. Her attention was entirely consumed by the sight before her—the state of Kaguya after she had been pleasuring me. The Goddess's eyes fixated on the remnants of the act: Kaguya's lips, still glistening with saliva, were stained with traces of my semen, a small stream of it trickling down her chin, like a shameful mark of her submission.

Kaguya, realizing the state she was in, hurriedly wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Yet, the embarrassment was far too overwhelming. Her usually composed demeanor had crumbled, and she couldn't bring herself to meet Amaterasu's gaze. She remained on her knees before me, her face a mixture of horror and humiliation, as if the very act had stripped her of any remaining dignity.