Finally, I managed to get into the room.
From the deepest part of my being, I cursed that damned trap laced with aphrodisiac.
I stumbled awkwardly to the bed, collapsed onto it, and buried my face in the pillow, hoping that somehow it would help me regain control over my body.
But it was useless.
The heat kept spreading through my entire system. My heart was pounding frantically, and my blood seemed to circulate at an abnormal speed. My groin showed no signs of calming down either; on the contrary, with every passing second, the pressure only seemed to build.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
I yelled against the pillow and bit it with all my strength.
Physical pain was easy to bear. Only children cried over something like that. Mental attacks weren't impossible to overcome either; it was just a matter of gathering enough willpower to resist them.
But lust...
Lust had no mercy.
It seized control of your body and turned your own mind against you. It converted your most basic instincts into weapons, turning any struggle against them into pure torture.
Reproduction was a mechanism so cruel and uncontrollable that only a tyrant like me would have thought of using it deliberately against his enemies. And now, ironically, I was falling victim to my own methods.
I turned over on the bed until I was staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, the image of Goliath’s body crashed into my mind: his pale skin, his delicate curves, the tempting firmness of his shapely thighs.
I grit my teeth.
"He is my summon. I’m supposed to do whatever I want with him. He's mine!"
I buried my face back into the pillow to stifle a groan. I had to eradicate those thoughts at all costs.
The troll had been unable to stop him. Its armor had been useless, and not even its sword had managed to hold Goliath back.
I swallowed hard.
I didn't know how long I stayed like that. Maybe seconds, minutes, or even hours. I had completely lost track of time while battling against my own body.
Until I heard the sound of the door opening.
I kept the pillow pressed tight against my face. I didn't want to see anyone, no matter who it was. At that moment, my only wish was to be left alone until the effects of that damned substance faded away.
Then, light footsteps echoed softly across the room. Until they finally stopped right in front of the bed.
I swallowed hard.
"Master..." a soft, sweet voice whispered. "Were you... affected by the aphrodisiac too?"
It was Goliath.
I squeezed the pillow tighter, almost wishing to suffocate myself rather than face this situation.
"Get out! GET OUT OF HERE!" I screamed in my mind, unable to articulate a single word.
After that, everything fell silent.
I didn't hear the door open again, nor did I hear his footsteps moving away. Instead, I felt a slight pressure on the bed, followed by a warm, subtle brush right between my legs.
Goliath's weight settled slowly onto the mattress, just a few inches from my groin.
"Master... I was told that the effect of the aphrodisiac can be neutralized..."
I froze completely. Spells existed to counteract the poison, but Goliath was incapable of using them. Don't tell me that...
"If the case is severe... the only way to relieve the torment is to satisfy the victim's desire..." he whispered.
His fingers, soft and warm, slid over the fabric of my pants, slowly climbing until they rested directly over my erection.
The mere contact with his hands triggered an electric jolt down my entire spine, pulling a muffled groan from me that I tried to smother against the pillow.
"It's okay... I'm going to help you," he promised with breathless anticipation.
I felt him unbutton my pants and pull them down with torturous slowness, releasing my shaft, which sprang out fully erect, throbbing, and slicked with pre-cum that betrayed my desperation.
Goliath leaned over me.
His warm, ragged breath hit the sensitive skin of my penis directly, washing over me with a wave of pleasure so searing it threatened to make me lose my mind completely.
My senses heightened in the midst of the darkness enveloping me; every fiber of my being registered his hand rising with deliberate slowness, drawing dangerously close to my groin.
A part of me wanted to yell at him to stop, but the beast of lust was devouring me from within.
That was when I felt it: Goliath’s warm, strangely soft palm wrapping with careful firmness around the throbbing base of my shaft.
"If you'll excuse me..." he murmured under a breathless sigh.
His small hand slid up and down over my erect, sensitive skin. He handled me as if holding a delicate flower between his fingers, letting me feel every contour of his skin moving along the swollen vein of my penis.
Every time his fist descended, his heavy panting hit the exposed head of my shaft directly, sending shivers across my skin.
Unable to endure the sensory overload in silence, I yanked the pillow away from my face.
And there he was.
His pink eyes, blinding in their beauty, glowed in the dark. They were completely spellbound, hungrily taking in the full length of my rigid penis.
His plush, wet lips parted slightly, letting out burning sighs that scorched my skin, while his fingers never ceased their continuous, enveloping rhythm.
For a moment, the certainty crossed my mind that Goliath had also been hit by the aphrodisiac’s poison. The almost devouring way he stared at my erection, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and above all, the way the tip of his pink tongue peeked out every now and then to wet his own lips...
Suddenly, his gaze shifted upward, and our eyes met.
His cheeks flushed instantly; his embarrassed face was a direct mirror of my own. Yet, neither of us was able to break the eye contact.
Goliath swallowed with difficulty, making his delicate throat contract.
"Master...?" he whispered.
My breathing stopped completely. His eyes, which had always reflected innocence, joy, or happiness, now betrayed a lust I had never imagined.
"Yes...?"
He licked his lips slowly once more.
"May I...?" he hinted, darting a glance toward the glistening tip of my shaft, which was begging for more.
I swallowed hard, instantly understanding the explicit request behind his words, and gave a faint nod.
As soon as I gave my consent, both of his hands encircled the base of my penis. Goliath parted his plump lips into a tempting "O" and began to devour the head of my member.
His mouth was so narrow and hot that he barely managed to take in much more than the tip, but it was more than enough for a massive surge of pure pleasure to shoot straight up my spine.
The cool mixture of his fluid saliva with my thick pre-cum lubricated his mouth instantly, enveloping my glans in a wet, tight, and soft cavern.
Unconsciously, swept away by ecstasy, my hand fell onto his head, sinking my fingers into his pink hair.
Goliath opened his eyes for a second, but immediately closed them again with a low moan, intensifying the suction of his mouth and increasing the pace at which his tongue massaged the most sensitive part of my shaft.
His gaze, submissive yet burning, remained locked onto mine from below while his lips worked tirelessly, determined to wring out every last drop of my self-control.
Faced with such a peak of pleasure, I lost all sense of time. All my senses narrowed down to a single point: the burning, wet, tight cavity of Goliath’s mouth.
I felt an overwhelming tide building deep within my lower belly. My hips lifted instinctively, while my fingers tangled tightly into his pink hair.
Goliath, far from pulling away, quickened his pace. He maintained his rhythmic, ravenous suction, devouring my shaft as if it were the most exquisite delicacy in the world.
His plush lips didn't leave my skin for even a single second, letting out soft, muffled moans.
"St-stop..." I whispered breathlessly, aware that I was about to reach my absolute limit.
Instead of obeying, Goliath intensified his assault. He shifted his hands from the base of my shaft down to my waist, clinging firmly to my back.
His head descended even lower, stretching his throat to accommodate half my length.
My resistance crumbled entirely.
"Damn it... G-get off..."
I tried to push him away by his shoulders, but he remained unmovable. He held onto my back with even greater force, and suddenly, he opened his mouth as wide as it would go, swallowing my penis whole down to the base.
"Fuck!"
Unable to hold back the release that shattered my sanity, I gripped his head and pressed it against my groin. The first scorching wave erupted violently inside him.
My seed flooded his oral cavity and rushed straight down his throat. Goliath didn't pull back even a millimeter; he stayed right there, eyes half-lidded, carefully savoring every drop.
When the last pulse finally emptied out, I collapsed onto the sheets, thoroughly exhausted.
Goliath stayed over me for a moment, covering his wet lips with his hand. With a swallow, he downed every last drop of my essence. Then, the tip of his pink tongue emerged to clean the edges of his plump lips, refusing to let anything go to waste.
His gaze, filled with a mixture of devotion and satisfaction, met mine. Slowly and submissively, he crawled across the mattress until he collapsed right beside me.
His chest rose and fell with shallow, ragged breaths.
Despite the exhaustion making my eyelids heavy, I raised my arm and let my hand rest on his pink locks, stroking him gently.
"Good boy..."
Goliath offered me a sweet, almost innocent smile, despite the lingering trace of lust still floating in the air. His eyes closed at the same time as mine, both of us sinking into a deep sleep as the night enveloped us together.
Hi, thanks for Read. Yeah, I know it's late to include some erotic content, but in my defense, the erotic content only complements the story's plot. You can still expect more chapters like this in the future, and well... This is the first time I've written a sex scene, so... let me know if anything feels off or if I wrote anything wrong.