--- [Read Part One!](https://www.reddit.com/r/Femdomstories/comments/ni18cu/jax_and_the_goddess_fantasy_bondage_orgasm/) --- Illya towered over the warrior even while seated. Her legs spread wide, she tugged his hair, pulling him harder into her pussy, his mouth worshiping her so desperately. For Jax, he was in a whirlwind of passion and excitement. The vines held him tightly as he knelt before her, his arms and ankles bound with firm love. More vines wrapped around his neck in a gentle coercion, pushing his face between her legs, alongside her soft hands yanking on his hair. But those weren’t what kept him there, devouring her, not really. It was the nectar that leaked from the perfect pussy before him. It was delicious, sweet, the tastiest meal he had ever had in his life. It was the most delicious fruit and it seeped into his mind, addicting him, making his tongue and lips move nearly automatically. Illya tugged and clenched and throbbed, her voice escaping her without control. Her hips pushed into his wonderful tongue and kisses. She sighed and looked down at him, his eyes lost in a haze of her taste and scent, his nose and mouth buried beneath her flesh. “How does it taste, human?” His beautiful eyes looked up at her with love and her heart nearly burst. “Ahh… I love you, human,” she moaned, “You feel so good on me… I love you so much…” The vines wrapped around his body tighter, holding him in place. She reclined and fell into the sweetest heaven imaginable. When he latched onto her clit, sucking, flicking his tongue, she vaulted and smothered him entirely, in vines, her legs, wrapping them around his head. She leaned forward, pushing him deep, thrusting her hips, her voice filling the air, her cum leaking and bursting forth from her. Upon the forest floor, her drool and cum gave rise to gentle, colorful flowers in their pools. She continued this for what felt like days. In this domain of her own making. In this throne of her own creation. She discovered the power and beauty of Jax’s mouth and never let go. A Goddess could orgasm hundreds of times without tiring. The grass around her throne was soon rich in flowers and she leaned back, taking deep, desperate breaths, looking down at her handiwork. Jax’s face was so red. His tongue hung from his mouth, dripping wet, his mouth muscles and jaw so sore. She sighed deeply and fell back against him, caressing him and nuzzling her nose into his neck. Jax’s heart and soul were ablaze. Never in his life had he felt such things. His cock was engorged, throbbing as fast and intensely as his heart thumped. He was obsessed with her body, how she touched him with her tendrils of plantlife, the obsession she had with rubbing her pussy upon every inch of his body. She turned around and lapped up his saliva before sucking in his tongue and eating up the insides of his agape mouth. Her soft fingers rubbed and her nails grazed against his cock again and again. Jax moved his hips to no avail, never being able to relieve his intense pleasure. “Have I broken you entirely?” She asked gently. “Are you obsessed with me? Perhaps you can never live a normal life without me…?” Jax drooled and couldn’t think. He only whimpered and took in whatever wonderful things this Goddess wished to do to him. Illya giggled and summoned her vines to position him back into a raised bed of moss. And she leapt upon him once again.   Illya’s pussy fed Jax for days. Her nectar was intoxicating and filling. For hours he endured her wide hips pressing, riding, slamming into his face. Her tall figure rode his nose and mouth with her own desperation, groaning and crying out to the heavens. She rode his face against the bed of moss — she rode his face while sucking and biting his cock — she rode his face while standing, while sitting, while laying down upon him, all of it driving her pussy mad into a storm of throbs and heat and cum. Jax devoured every bit of it, sucking, licking, kissing, nibbling, swallowing so much of her cum.   What must have been a week later, Jax Nera’s eyelids fluttered open, the plants under Illya’s control ravishing his body. Illya gladly watched, drool leaking from her lips, her face so red, blushing. Her eyes appeared sleepy yet dangerous, watching him as her fingers played with her pussy. He came back to the overwhelming lust and pleasure and pain overtaking him, the strange plant engulfing his cock with some kind of bud, sucking, sucking, sucking him. So many soft tendrils within the wet, warm mouth, tickling and rubbing the head of him — smaller suctions sticking to the base of his shaft, sucking, releasing, again and again. So much was happening to his dick — alongside it, soft tendrils tickled his bare feet unrelenting — flowers sucking his nipples… His eyes kept rolling back, his vision vanishing into the pure sensations without anything else. The tickles made him go mad — the massage and wet sucking of his cock made him make embarrassing, messy sounds of deep pleasure… unable to orgasm. Jax’s eyes went crazy, bouncing between all of the things unrelentingly devouring him before he clenched them shut. Again and again the sensation of orgasm came to him to no avail… Gods, how long would she keep this up? Until the end of his days? It was a maddening bliss, something he was now addicted to. The prospect of being this creature’s slave was terrifying and exciting all at once. Illya rose and approached him, towering over his body, grabbing him by his chin. “I could just let you wander the Earth, never able to orgasm again,” she hissed, so overcome with domineering eroticism. Then she smiled softly. “Lucky for you, I’m not a cruel woman. I’m ruthless at times…” she kissed him gently, again and again, “But I’m a gentle Goddess. And you’ve been such a good boy for me.” She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead as he endured all the plants feeling him. Then they all stopped at once. “It’ll hurt only for a moment.” Jax flinched at the sharp sting in his back. The antidote to his inability to cum. Something bubbled up within him. His mouth went agape and his brain went numb. A soft seat rose up beneath him and vines secured his limbs to it. “Wh… whaaaa…” Illya suddenly lowered him down with force and pressed her hips onto him, smothering his cock within her divine pussy. “A reward for being such a good boy for so long,” she breathed. “You can cum now.” She rode him hard. Jax drooled and moaned and thrust his hips. The engulfment and sensation only took a couple seconds to send him over the edge. And suddenly Jax was cumming — harder than he ever had before — more than pumping, more than pulsating — his cock was bursting, reaching, extending… Jax drooled and fell back into the soft seat, a wide, stupid smile on his face, Illya’s pussy overwhelming him, the feeling of orgasm taking over his body. Jax cried from the intense heavenly bliss, thrusting his hips up, tugging on his restraints with all his might — he kept cumming, so hot, filling her up. Jax found his strength and he tore through the vine restraints, growling, the unending orgasm making him into a wild animal. Illya yelped in surprise as he leaned forward and grabbed her hips hard, buried his face between her breasts, wrapped himself around her tightly. It must have lasted for a full thirty minutes. A divine orgasm unlike anything he had ever known. The ground below them was a mess of both of their ejaculate, a pool of love and unbelievable lust. Jax leaned into her, drifting in and out of consciousness, buried in her body, feeling as if he had nothing left in his life to accomplish. This was all there was. Being held by his Goddess. “You’re going to need to rest after that,” Illya said gently into his ear as he drifted off to sleep, unable to respond, unable to think properly. It was the best rest he had had in all his life. Illya lowered him down. Beneath him she rose up a moss bed, some roots for support, so he was in a soft bed of nature. Around him she rose up grass and created flowers and thick, small trees to surround him. Growing vines and root systems, filling the spaces with gentle bushes. She left a loose area by his feet that could easily be pushed through when he awoke from his slumber. As she emerged and closed the small den around him, she secured it with magic to keep it impenetrable by anyone besides him, to keep her precious pet safe from any danger. Within, she included his sheathed blade and pack of gear. She did the same to the den she had created around them so he would have a way out of the woods. It was the most fun she had had in a long while, especially with a mortal man. As much as she wanted to keep him, he had his own adventures to pursue and his own destiny to fulfill. And hopefully a lucky mortal woman would find this strong, resilient, obedient man who could enjoy playing with him as much as she had. She ran her hand over Jax’s enclosed bed and smiled. “Sleep well,” she said softly. “Perhaps we’ll meet again? Maybe I’ll seek you out in the future.” She laughed softly before departing. --- This is the conclusion of this story, but I'll be continuing Jax's adventures :) Thanks for reading! ---