I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Before long, Nathan landed lightly in the atrium of Servilia’s estate, the night air still clinging to his clothes. The marble floor echoed faintly beneath his boots as he set both girls down.

Elin staggered a little when her feet touched the ground, her cheeks still pink from the sudden flight. She crossed her arms over her chest and shivered. “I-it’s cold…” she muttered, rubbing her bare shoulders.

Beside her, Freja hugged herself as well, shifting from foot to foot. Both of them wore only thin nightclothes, and neither had shoes—the chill of the stone floor was quick to bite at their skin.

Nathan paid them no mind. His attention turned instead toward the woman waiting calmly in the atrium. Servilia was seated with the poise of someone who belonged in every hall, her long legs crossed, her gaze languid but sharp.

“A new woman, now?” she asked, her eyes sliding to Freja with an amused glint.

“You…” Freja’s breath caught in her throat as she recognized her. Servilia—once Caesar’s favored companion, though rumors whispered their bond had soured into open rivalry. Freja had never been sure what to believe. But to see her here, in Nathan’s company, was something else entirely.

“Go tend to her,” Nathan instructed Elin. His voice was quiet, firm.

Elin glanced between Freja and Servilia, hesitation flickering in her eyes, but she didn’t argue. She hurried down the corridor toward Ameriah’s room, clutching her thin robe tightly around herself.

Freja instinctively moved to follow, but Nathan’s hand stopped her.

“You stay here,” he said.

“W…what? Why? I just want to be with her.” Her voice was sharp, defensive, but beneath it trembled worry.

Nathan looked at her without expression. “You wanted to know if I was fucking Elin, right? Well—I’m not. That’s all you need to know.”

The bluntness of his words struck her like a blow. Freja’s face flared crimson, her lips parting in flustered denial. “I..I… I didn’t think that…”

“Whatever. Just stay here.” Nathan’s voice cut the air, final.

Freja clenched her fists at her sides, flustered and humiliated.

Across from them, Servilia chuckled, her low laugh echoing off the stone. She rose to her feet with fluid grace, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You really are having a difficult time, aren’t you, Septimius?”

“A lot,” Nathan admitted flatly.

“Oh, poor thing.” Servilia stepped closer, her perfume trailing faintly in the air. With a sultry smile, she laid a hand against Nathan’s chest, her fingers tracing the firmness beneath his tunic. “Perhaps I should… relax you a little,” she whispered, her other hand drifting lower, brushing against the shape pressing at his trousers.

Nathan didn’t push her away. Instead, he leaned down and caught her lips with his own.

“Mmm~” Servilia let out a soft, pleased moan, melting into the kiss as though she had been waiting for it. She answered him eagerly, her tongue meeting his.

Freja froze. Her eyes went wide, then she quickly averted them, her face burning scarlet. She had expected many things from Nathan, but not… this. Not such intimacy with Servilia of all people.

But it wasn’t just a kiss. Servilia drew back, her lips wet, her smile wicked. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself onto her knees before Nathan. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his trousers, tugging them down with practiced ease.

Freja gasped faintly, unable to stop herself. Nathan’s cock sprang free into the cool air, thick and imposing.

Her breath caught again. She spun her head away, her heart pounding in confusion, embarrassment, and something she dared not name.

But Servilia was already smiling up at Nathan, hunger in her eyes.

Servilia’s hand curled around Nathan’s cock with a slow, deliberate grip, the warmth of her palm coaxing life into the heavy length. Her fingers slid from the base to the crown and back again, steady strokes that teased at first before quickening, each squeeze urging blood to flood his shaft. She tilted her head down, her silken hair brushing his thigh as she pressed a soft kiss to the weight of his balls, her lips lingering there before parting with a wet smack.

“Mmmh…” Nathan’s throat rumbled, the sound of a man pulled into sudden pleasure, deep and instinctive.

Her tongue slithered out, pink and wet, gliding across the sensitive skin of his sac. “Sluuuurp~~” she moaned into him, letting the lewd sound vibrate against him as her hand worked his cock, stiffening under her touch.

Nathan’s chest rose and fell with heavier breaths, as he reached down, the back of his knuckles grazing her cheek. “Yeah… keep going,” he groaned, voice rough and needy. Her green eyes lifted, fixed on his face with devotion and wicked amusement, lips never leaving his flesh as she licked and nuzzled his balls, savoring the taste of salt and heat.

From across the atrium, Freja suddenly jolted from her stunned haze, crimson blooming across her cheeks. “W…wait! What are you doing?!” Her voice cracked, flustered, her hands clutched against her chest as if shielding herself from the scene unfolding before her.

Servilia didn’t flinch. She pulled back just enough to flick her tongue along the swollen tip of Nathan’s cock, drawing a bead of precum out and catching it on her tongue with a decadent hum. “Don’t you see?” she teased, her lips curling around the words before kissing the pink crown. “Sluuuurppp~~.”

Freja turned her face slightly, but her eyes betrayed her, locked on the sight of Servilia’s tongue gliding along the length. She could see flashes of the thick shaft disappearing between those lips, hear the wet noises that echoed in the room. Her body trembled, torn between shame and the strange pull of arousal that made her thighs press together.

“If you’re so curious,” Servilia purred, her voice sultry as her hand pumped Nathan’s now-rigid cock, “why don’t you come closer… and see for yourself?”

Then she opened wide, her lips descending over him, wrapping him in slick heat. “Hmmphh~” Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, saliva dribbling at the corners of her mouth, coating his shaft in glistening trails.

Nathan’s groan came harsher this time, his hand slipping into her hair, threading through the strands to guide her rhythm. Her eyes glowed up at him, green fire hazed with lust as she swallowed down inch after inch.

The room filled with the obscene chorus of her mouth working him. “Sluuurrrrp~~~hmmfffhh~~~gluuuurkgluuurpshluuuurrrppp~~~.” Her throat flexed, taking him deeper, gagging lightly only to push past, desperate to please.

Servilia’s face flushed with heat, strands of hair sticking to her damp cheeks. Each thrust of Nathan’s cock into her mouth stretched her lips wider, made her jaw ache, and yet her eyes only grew more glazed, drunk on the taste of him, on the way he twitched bigger, harder, thicker against her tongue.

She moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his length as he stroked her scalp, voice low and rough. “Fuck… just like that…”

And still, Servilia didn’t relent, bobbing faster, the wet smacks and slurps rising louder, filling every corner of the atrium while Freja’s breath quickened, frozen where she stood, watching as if the sight itself was pulling her into the storm of heat.

Servilia let Nathan’s cock slip wetly from her lips with a lewd pop, gasping softly for breath, strands of spit still clinging from her swollen mouth to the thick crown she’d just been nursing. Her hand never stopped, fingers sliding easily over the slick shaft, pumping him slowly while her eyes locked on Freja. Drool traced down her chin and dripped onto her cleavage, and she smiled as though the mess only made her more alluring.

“If you didn’t want to get closer… what are you still looking at?” Her voice was teasing, breathless, dripping with mischief as she stroked Nathan’s cock right in front of the other girl.

Freja’s face went crimson. She twisted on her feet, arms folded tight under her chest. “I… I just… he told me to stay here. Not to leave,” she stammered, eyes darting toward Nathan. He wasn’t paying her the slightest attention—his jaw slack, his focus completely on the hand and mouth that were worshiping him.

Servilia gave a low laugh, curling her tongue against Nathan’s tip and savoring the way his whole body shuddered. “He told you not to follow your friend,” she purred, “but nothing stopped you from leaving the atrium altogether. And yet… here you are.” She flicked her tongue over the swollen head, Nathan’s groan spilling out as his hand tightened in her hair.

Freja turned as if to retreat, cheeks hot, but Servilia’s words halted her. “Who’s going to judge you here?” she asked, her voice low, coaxing, a temptress whisper that dripped with promise. “You’re allowed to be curious. You’re allowed to indulge. This is Rome, not whatever timid little world you came from. Come closer.” She leaned forward again, tongue dragging the length of Nathan’s shaft, licking him like a treat. “Sluuuurrrp~~.”

Nathan’s groan rumbled deep, his hips twitching as if chasing her mouth.

Freja froze, her pulse racing, then forced herself to step closer. Hugging her arms for warmth, she crept until she stood beside them, close enough that the musk of sex hit her nose, warm and heady. Nathan towered in front of her, cock jutting proudly, while Servilia knelt at his feet, hand working that thick length up and down, her mouth wet and hungry on the head.

Freja swallowed hard. She had never seen a man’s cock this close before, never seen one alive and throbbing, veins pulsing beneath flushed skin. Her breath shook.

Then a hand caught her wrist.

“W…what!” she squealed, eyes wide.

Servilia only smirked up at her, eyes glinting with challenge as she guided the girl’s arm downward.

“W…what are you—” Freja’s protest trailed off as Servilia pressed her trembling hand toward Nathan’s shaft.

“Don’t be afraid,” Servilia whispered, soft and coaxing, even as her grip on Freja’s wrist was firm.

Freja’s hesitation faltered. She closed her eyes, her lashes trembling, and spread her fingers. When her skin touched his cock, she gasped sharply. “H-hot… it’s so hot!” Her eyes flew open, staring at the rigid pillar under her fingertips. The night air chilled her skin, but Nathan’s cock radiated heat, alive and twitching against her palm.

Nathan groaned again at the new sensation, his chest heaving, head tipping back. The added softness of another hand only made him throb harder.

Servilia’s grin widened as she folded Freja’s fingers gently around him, shaping her grasp until her hand encircled his shaft. “That’s it… yes, just like that.”

“W–wait, I don’t… I don’t know what to do…” Freja stuttered, her blush burning all the way to her ears.

“You don’t need to,” Servilia soothed, sliding her own hand over Freja’s, guiding her up and down. “You just stroke him… gently, like this.” Together, their hands glided in rhythm, pumping him as slick sounds filled the air.

“I-it’s… it’s pulsating,” Freja whispered, wide-eyed, every throb of Nathan’s cock against her palm making her heart hammer.

“It means Septimius is feeling good,” Servilia whispered back, her lips brushing Freja’s ear with conspiratorial intimacy, sending a shiver down her spine.

Freja’s eyes flicked upward, finding Nathan. His head was tilted back, his jaw slack, his groans low and guttural as his hand absentmindedly caressed Servilia’s hair, utterly absorbed in the pleasure they were giving him.

Servilia’s grin turned wicked as she tightened her grip on Freja’s wrist and tugged her downward.

“Haah!” Freja squealed, knees hitting the marble floor with a sharp smack. The coldness of the stone seeped through her skin, but it was nothing compared to the burning humiliation of where she now found herself—kneeling directly before Nathan’s thick cock, her fingers still wrapped timidly around it.

She whipped her head toward Servilia, eyes blazing with panic and embarrassment, but the older woman was already rising to her feet, stepping gracefully aside as if she had simply passed a torch. The space in front of Nathan’s cock was hers now, Freja’s breath brushing the flushed tip with every nervous exhale.

“W–wait, I… I…!” The words tangled in her throat. Her body trembled. How in the gods’ names had it come to this?

“Continue stroking,” Servilia instructed coolly, her hand guiding Freja’s up and down once more.

Freja obeyed in jerky motions, stroking his shaft while turning her face aside, as though refusing to fully acknowledge the obscene act she was performing. The heavy cock twitched in her grip, veins pressing against her palm, pre-cum smearing warmth onto her fingers.

Then, without warning, she felt it—a hand sliding gently into her hair. Her breath hitched, her body going rigid as she looked up, and there was Nathan, gazing down at her with a smile she had never seen before. Tender. Cool. The kind of smile that made her heart pound in her chest so violently she thought it might burst.

“Now lick it,” Servilia murmured beside her.

“What?!” Freja’s voice cracked, scandalized. Stroking him had been one thing—her mind could still pretend she wasn’t really doing it—but licking? Putting her mouth on it? That felt like crossing into forbidden territory, something utterly irredeemable.

“What are you ashamed of?” Servilia teased, laughter lilting in her voice. She knelt beside Freja, pressing one hand against Nathan’s thigh for balance. Her head dipped lower, and her tongue slid out, tracing lazy, wet circles over the full weight of his balls.

“Hmmh❤️…” she moaned as she kissed them, lips closing around one orb before sucking gently.

Freja froze, still stroking Nathan’s cock in dazed rhythm, her eyes wide as she watched Servilia’s tongue dance and glide, her lips worshiping him. The lewd wet sounds, the way Nathan shivered and clenched his jaw above them, the obscene reality of what was happening—it held her captive.

Nathan gasped, the sound sharp, his hips twitching as Servilia drew one of his balls deep into her mouth, sucking with a greedy hum. That was enough to push him over the edge.

“Ugnh—!” His groan tore from his chest, raw and guttural.

Freja barely had time to register the shift in his body before his cock erupted in her hand. Hot, thick ropes of semen shot out in powerful spurts, striking her square in the face.

“W…what! Haaa!” she yelped, eyes squeezing shut too late as the first blast painted her cheek and lips. Another spurt streaked across her nose, forehead, dripping down to her chin. Her hair caught some of the mess, strands sticking to her damp skin, while more pearly drops splashed her throat and collarbone. No place was spared.

Still kneeling, her fingers clenched tight around his shaft, she sat frozen in mortification, his release dripping down her skin in obscene trails.

Nathan exhaled in long, satisfied breaths, his hand slipping from her hair, as if releasing her now that she had “finished” for him. He looked down at her with unabashed pleasure, his chest rising and falling as a slow smile tugged at his lips.

“F…Freja…?”

The girl’s body stiffened at the sound of her name. Her head turned, heart plummeting in her chest.

Standing there, eyes wide with disbelief, was Elin.

She stared at Freja kneeling in front of Nathan’s still-throbbing cock, her face drenched in thick white streaks, dripping with proof of what she had just endured.