Chapter 565: Samantha’s Good… Report

"Greetings, Goddess Morgana."

The moment I stepped into my temple, a soft, sweet voice filled the air.

"Hm?" I turned to my right to see a woman in a black-and-white maid uniform standing there, her light-blonde hair tied in a neat ponytail, her eyes looking at me with admiration and respect.

Liliana's personal maid, Samantha.

"Oh, Samantha," I said, a small smile on my lips. "Long time no see."

"Yes, my goddess," she said, bowing her head slightly. "It's an honor to see you again."

"Tsk, stop with the formalities," I said, skipping toward her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her into a hug. "We are family, no need for that. And where have you been? I haven't seen you since that fierce battle... in bed."

"M-my goddess! That's... I... I've been... busy." Samantha's face turned a bright red, her body stiffening in my embrace. "With my... duties."

"Hehehe... I see," I chuckled, giving her butt a playful squeeze before letting her go. "So what are you doing here? I don't remember summoning you."

"Lady Liliana sent me," Samantha explained, her cheeks still flushed. "A few things happened in Vandor, and she couldn't leave the capital, so she sent me to deliver a report in person."

"What happened? Did that foolish king do something stupid?" I asked, my interest piqued.

"He did more than that, my goddess," Samantha said, her expression turning serious. "He has declared a holy crusade against you. He called you the 'Great Heresy' and ordered all his knights and paladins to prepare for war."

"Hehehe... a crusade?" I let out a laugh, a genuinely amused laugh. "That's adorable. He really thinks he can win against me?"

"It seems so, my goddess," Samantha said, her lips twitching into a small smile. "He has to in order to maintain the facade of being in charge. In truth, his kingdom is falling apart."

"Elaborate," I said, my expression turning serious.

"Riots, my goddess," Samantha explained. "Small ones, but riots have become... creative. Instead of just burning and looting, people are... copulating. In the streets. In the temples. The guards are too busy either joining in or trying to stop it without causing more of a panic. The king's authority is... weakening."

"And what about the mages? Are they still... Busy?" I asked, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"They are... recovering," Samantha said, trying her best to hide a smile. "The Archmage has locked down the tower, claiming a 'magical contamination' requires quarantine. Privately, he's terrified of what happened and what it implies. They are not a threat for now."

"Good," I said, a satisfied smirk on my lips. I picked Samantha up, which made her let out a small yelp, and placed her on my lap as I sat on the throne.

"Anything else?" I asked, my hand resting on her thigh.

"Your... your arrival has... awakened something in the people," Samantha said, her breath hitching as my hand started to slowly trail up her leg. "Some are terrified, yes... but others... They are embracing it. The old faiths, the forgotten ones, are stirring. Particularly... the old followers and the slaves."

"That's to be expected," I said, my fingers tracing circles on her inner thigh, slowly moving toward the forbidden place. "My call was answered by many. Tell me more about the slaves."

"In the capital of Vandor, the slaves have no way to escape," Samantha said, her voice trembling slightly as my fingers brushed against her panties. "But in the smaller cities and towns, they are... revolting. They are using your name as a battle cry. 'For the Mother of All!' they shout. They fight with a desperation that the king's soldiers have never seen."

"Interesting," I mused, my fingers hooking around the thin fabric of her panties and pulling it aside, exposing her already glistening folds. "It seems my little crusade has already begun."

"M-my goddess..." Samantha moaned, her hips jerking involuntarily as my fingers teased her entrance. "T-there's... there's one more thing... Lady Liliana... she... she sent a... a message... for you... and... and you alone."

My fingers stopped their movement.

"A secret message?" I asked, my gaze fixed on her flushed face.

Samantha nodded, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Yes, my goddess. Two days ago, she was summoned to the holy temple of Uriel in order to communicate with the goddess and receive the oracle."

My eyes narrowed. The goddess of light herself.

"What did she say?" I asked, my voice dropping to a low growl.

"She didn't," Samantha said, shaking her head. "The goddess didn't speak to her yet, so she couldn't get any direct instructions. But while she was waiting, she overheard a strange conversation in the light itself."

"A conversation?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, my goddess. It was faint, almost like a whisper, but she heard it clearly," Samantha explained, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I resumed my teasing. "She couldn't hear the whole thing, but Lady Liliana managed to pick up a few words, like... 'Goddess Uriel'... 'Summon to Earth'... 'Hero'... and a name... 'Aurelia.'"

"Aurelia?" I repeated, the name ringing a faint, distant bell in my mind. I've heard that name before... but where?

No idea, so let's not focus on that for now. However, from what Samantha said, I can safely confirm that Uriel is on Earth and she isn't the one managing this world. Aurelia is probably the true name of that goddess.

"Interesting," I said, slowly rotating Samantha's body on my lap to face me, her chest pressed against mine, her legs straddling me. "Very interesting. Your mistress has done well. She deserves a reward, and so do you."

"M-my goddess..." Samantha's eyes widened, her hands clutching my shoulders.

I crushed my lips against hers, my tongue delving into her mouth, claiming her. She responded with a desperate passion, her moans swallowed by our kiss. I could feel her body trembling in my arms, her desire a palpable heat that seared through my skin.

My hands roamed her body, caressing her back, her hips, her thighs, before finally settling on her perfect, round ass. I gave it a firm squeeze, earning a sharp gasp from her.

"You've been a good girl, Samantha," I said, pulling away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting our lips. "You deserve a proper reward."

"M-my goddess... I... I am not worthy..." she stammered, her face flushed a deep crimson.

"Nonsense," I chuckled, a wicked grin on my face. "You are more than worthy. And I'm going to show you just how worthy you are."

I whipped my cock out; it slapped against her entrance, making her jump.

"Hehehe... look at you, all dressed up and ready to serve," I teased, rubbing my cockhead against her slick folds. "Let's see if that pretty little maid uniform can withstand a goddess's attention."

Without another word, I lifted her hips and impaled her on my cock in one smooth, powerful motion.

"AHHHH~!" Samantha screamed, her head thrown back in ecstasy as my entire length filled her, stretching her to her limits. Her walls clamped down around me, a velvety vise that threatened to milk me dry.

"Damn... you're tighter than I remember," I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as I started to bounce her on my lap, my cock pistoning in and out of her soaked pussy. Her maid uniform, a symbol of her subservience, was now in disarray, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her blouse unbuttoned, revealing her heaving breasts.

"M-my goddess! AHHN~! It's too much! I'm... I'm going to... CUM!" she cried out, her body convulsing as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.

"What?! Already?" I chuckled, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "We haven't even started yet."

I completely stopped my movement, holding her hips down, my cock buried deep inside her.

"W-why... why did you stop?" Samantha asked, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"I want you to do the work," I said, a smirk on my face. "I want you to ride me. Show me how much you want this reward. Show me how much you've missed me."

"Don't tease me like this, my goddess," Samantha whined, her hips trying to move, to get some friction, but I held her tight.

"Hehehe... who said I was teasing?" I said, my hands releasing her hips. "Ride me. I want to see that wild side of you that dares to call its goddess a whore slut while spanking her ass."

"!!!" Samantha's face turned a deeper shade of red, her eyes widening in shock and embarrassment. She clearly remembered that night, the night she lost all control and did things she never thought she would do.

"I... I... YES, MY GODDESS!" she finally yelled, her shyness replaced by a newfound determination. She placed her hands on my shoulders, her fingers digging into my flesh as she started to move.

Slowly at first, then faster and faster, she rode my cock like a woman possessed, her hips bucking wildly, her breasts bouncing with each movement. Her moans filled the temple, a symphony of pleasure and devotion.

"FUCK! YES! JUST LIKE THAT!" I roared, my hands gripping her ass, helping her move even faster. "RIDE YOUR GODDESS'S COCK, YOU LITTLE SLUT!"

"YESSS~! I'M YOUR SLUT! MY BODY BELONGS TO YOU, MY GODDESS! USE ME! BREED ME! AHHHN~!" she screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm, more powerful than the first, ripped through her.

This continued for what felt like two hours, a wild, passionate dance of lust and power. Samantha, the quiet, obedient maid, was gone. In her place was a wild, lustful beast, a true follower of mine, her body moving with an instinctual grace that drove me to the brink of insanity.

"So the king called a crusade," I said, my voice a low growl, as I released another load deep inside her, my cum overflowing and staining her thighs and my throne. "He thinks he can bring 'light' to my darkness."

"He... Ahn~! He's a fool, my goddess," Samantha panted, her body still trembling, her hips still moving, milking my cock for every last drop. "He doesn't understand... however, his generals are using this momentum to try and gain more power and influence in the kingdom."

"But they need to deal with the elves first to reach me," I said, a smirk on my face.

"Yes... and the Queen of the elves is... is being stubborn," Samantha said, her voice trembling as I started to move my hips again, meeting her thrusts.

"Hehehe... don't worry," I said, my hands roaming her body, my fingers pinching her hard nipples. "I have a special plan to deal with everything at once."

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