I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 511: Eating Servilia (2) *

Her eyes burned with renewed hunger as she whispered against his lips, voice husky and trembling, “Now… now I need you inside me…”

Nathan crushed his lips back to hers, devouring the taste of her mouth, tongue plunging in hungrily while his teeth grazed and bit at her lower lip until she whimpered. His hands clamped down firmly on her ass, kneading the ripe flesh as though it belonged solely to him, then with a surge of strength he lifted her effortlessly, hoisting her onto his waist.

“Mmmnnn~~” Servilia moaned breathlessly, her body arching into him, her breasts flattening against his chest, nipples like hard gems scraping against the fabric of his tunic. She clung to him, arms tight around his neck, kissing him back with desperate abandon, every sound she made spilling into his mouth as his kiss overwhelmed her.

“Haa… ahh… w-we should go… to a room… haa…” she whispered against his lips, her green eyes half-lidded, damp with lust, her breath ragged from the intensity of his kiss.

But Nathan shook his head slowly, a dangerous smirk curving his lips. “No. I’ll fuck you here—in the atrium—so all the guards hear your moans echoing through these walls.”

Her eyes flew wide. “S…Septimius…” she gasped, scandal and arousal crashing together inside her. The sheer indecency of it, the risk, made her pulse quicken, her thighs tightening instinctively around him.

Nathan slammed her back against the cool marble wall, the impact drawing a sharp gasp from her throat. With one hand he pinned her body to him, her legs wrapped tight around his waist, while his other hand yanked at his clothing. His cock sprang free, thick, heavy, already throbbing with need, its swollen head gleaming with pre-cum. Without hesitation he pressed it against her soaked entrance, rubbing the thick shaft along her folds, smearing her wetness as her body trembled with anticipation.

Then, with a deep grunt, he drove himself into her.

“Haaaaaaahhh❤️!” Servilia’s mouth dropped open, her cry echoing through the chamber. Her green eyes rolled wide as her pussy was split open by the sheer size of him. His cock stretched her walls mercilessly, pushing into depths she hadn’t even known she possessed, eclipsing every lover she had ever known—her late husband, even Caesar himself. Nothing compared to this thick, pounding invasion.

Her nails raked down his back through his tunic, her head snapping back against the wall as she screamed out her pleasure.

Nathan buried his face against her neck, nipping at her skin as he whispered hotly into her ear, “Don’t hold back, Servilia. You won’t be able to hide your moans when I’m inside you like this.” His lips sealed to her throat, sucking, kissing, branding her neck with his mouth while his cock pulsed deep inside her.

“Haaaahhh ❤️ ahhh gods, Septimius—” she wailed, body convulsing suddenly, her walls clenching in violent spasms around him. She was cumming already, her pussy fluttering helplessly, dripping hot nectar down his cock. Her thighs tightened around him, locking him in place as her orgasm crashed over her.

Nathan groaned, feeling her gush around him, but he didn’t relent. Holding her pinned against the wall, he started to move, thrusting upward into her with savage strength. Each upward stroke speared her deeper, driving her ass harder into the wall, the sound of his hips slapping against her thighs filling the atrium.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

“AhhhhAAHHhh❤️! Yesss! Ohhh—by the gods—it’s so…big… uhhhmmm❤️! So deep!” Servilia cried, her moans breaking into sobs of ecstasy, each thrust forcing another ragged scream from her lungs. Her regal composure was obliterated, her cries raw and desperate as her cunt took every brutal stroke.

Nathan growled into her ear, his cock pistoning relentlessly into her soaked pussy, stretching her walls again and again as she writhed helplessly in his grip. The atrium filled with the obscene chorus of wet slaps, her moans, his grunts, the lewd squelch of her cunt devouring his cock.

The atrium was no longer a solemn Roman space of marble dignity; it was a chamber that trembled with Servilia’s cries and Nathan’s ruthless thrusts. The torches flickered as if stirred by the rhythm of their rutting, shadows quivering across the statues of long-dead ancestors who now bore silent witness to the desecration of patrician modesty.

Pinned to the wall, Servilia’s body arched helplessly, her legs clamped tight around Nathan’s waist as his cock hammered into her drenched cunt. He didn’t allow her even a breath’s reprieve. Each upward stroke drove so deep she thought her womb itself might collapse beneath him, each slam of his hips jolting her against the wall, breasts bouncing wildly, her voice shattering the atrium’s silence into pieces.

Her cries spilled like music—raw, guttural, needy. “Ahhh❤️! Hmmm❤️ gods—yes! Yesss! Haaaaaaah❤️!” The sound of her moans ricocheted through the marble hall, shameless, echoing toward the corridors beyond. Any guard or servant lingering outside would hear the unmistakable chorus of obscene pleasure, yet Nathan only fucked her harder, as though the humiliation itself was his goal.

His mouth claimed one of her breasts, hot lips closing greedily around her nipple, tongue swirling, teeth scraping. He sucked hard, the tugging pressure making her wail even louder. His other hand pawed at her opposite breast, kneading it roughly, pinching the stiff peak until she trembled violently.

“Hmmnnnn❤️—aaahhh❤️!” Servilia moaned, one hand buried deep in Nathan’s hair, tugging him harder against her chest, while the other scrabbled blindly at the smooth marble wall. Her nails scraped down it, leaving faint trails as if she might carve her pleasure into the stone itself. Her voice carried through the atrium, ragged and unrestrained, each cry overlapping the wet squelch of his cock plunging into her soaking cunt.

Nathan pulled back from her nipple with a wet pop, saliva glistening on the swollen bud, before latching onto the other breast, sucking and biting until she shrieked. He growled low against her chest, vibrations rumbling into her flesh, making her shiver all the way to her core. His hips never faltered, pounding relentlessly upward, faster, harder, until the impact of his thrusts echoed in sync with her moans.

Eight endless minutes of this carnal assault passed, her voice ringing against every marble surface, her body drenched in sweat, her juices dripping down her thighs. She was unmade, undone, reduced to nothing but a trembling vessel of lust pinned helplessly by his strength.

Then Nathan shifted. With sudden power he lowered her down, her back sliding along the wall until her feet touched the floor, though her legs wobbled unsteadily. He spun her around swiftly, pressing her front to the wall, clasping her wrists and pinning her hands flat against the cold stone.

“Stay,” he growled against her ear, before stepping back just far enough to angle his cock at her dripping slit once more. His hand clamped hard around her hip, gripping tight, controlling her. Then he shoved forward, spearing her from behind with brutal force.

“HaaaaAANNN❤️❤️! A…Again Hmm!!!” Servilia screamed, her forehead falling against the wall, her ass jolting back with each slam. The standing doggy-style position allowed him to fuck her even deeper, his cock burying to the hilt as her cunt rippled frantically around him. Her breasts pressed against the wall, nipples grazing the cold surface, sending fresh sparks through her nerve-wracked body.

Nathan leaned forward, his chest against her back, his lips brushing her ear as he pounded into her with merciless rhythm. “Tell me, Servilia,” he growled, voice low and demanding, “which feels better—Caesar… or me?”

Her answer came as a cry, strangled between sobs of pleasure. “Y-you! Yoooouuu! Only you, Septimius! Haaah❤️, yes, gods, youuuu!”

Her admission made him snarl triumphantly, hips slamming harder, his grip bruising on her hip as he drove her against the wall. Each thrust shook her body forward, her palms sliding against the marble as she clawed desperately to keep herself upright.

He kissed the side of her neck between words, his teeth grazing her skin, his cock pistoning brutally inside her. “And tell me… do you want my seed? Do you want me to breed you, Servilia? To give you a baby?”

“Yes❤️! Yes—ahhh❤️ gods yes, Septimius! Fill me! Breed meeee! Give me your child!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the atrium like a plea to the heavens. Her entire body shuddered violently as another orgasm slammed into her, juices gushing down her thighs, splattering against the marble floor.

Drip! Drip!

But Nathan was relentless. He clasped one of her wrists tighter, grinding her palm flat against the wall, while his other hand dug into her hip as he hammered her pussy. He bent low, kissing her sweat-slick back, then her neck, biting down until she squealed. His thrusts quickened, savage now, as though determined to pound her womb into submission.

“You want a baby?” he hissed hotly against her ear, his lips grazing her skin. “Tell me—do you want a boy… or a girl?”

Servilia’s voice cracked, trembling but desperate. “A… a girl…Aahnnn❤️, I want a girl… I always wanted a daughter after Brutus… please, gods, please give me a girl—ahhhhnnnn❤️!”

Her words spurred him into a frenzy. He smirked against her neck, biting down on the tender flesh until she moaned brokenly. His cock rammed into her faster, harder, every thrust brutal and final, his heavy balls slapping wetly against her ass.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

She screamed again, a raw cry that echoed across the atrium, her entire body convulsing with another violent orgasm. Her pussy clenched so tightly around him he nearly lost control, hot gushes of her nectar squirting down his shaft, splattering the ground until a wet puddle formed beneath them.

From the corner of his eye, Nathan caught movement in the darkened corridor—a slim figure half-hidden in the shadows. Elin. Her face was pale, eyes wide, cheeks burning red, frozen in shock as she watched the depraved spectacle.

Nathan’s smirk widened, but he never faltered. He ignored her completely, slamming harder into Servilia’s cunt, making sure her moans grew even louder, shamelessly loud enough for the Elin to hear.

“AhhhHHhhhhh❤️ gods! Septimius! I’m—c-cumming againnnn!” Servilia wailed, her voice breaking, her knees finally buckling beneath her as she gushed uncontrollably. Her fluids sprayed the floor, soaking her thighs, drenching Nathan’s cock until everything between them was slick and obscene.

Her legs gave way, but Nathan caught her firmly before she could collapse. He spun her back around, kissing her hard on the lips, devouring her moans as if swallowing her soul. He thrust into her a final time, grinding deep inside her womb, his cock twitching violently as he spilled his seed in hot, endless waves.

“Haaa❤️…hot…” Servilia let out drooling.

Nathan pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips, his voice rough with satisfaction. “You’re mine now, Servilia. I’ve filled you… I’ve made you pregnant tonight.”

Her lips trembled against his, body still shaking, her green eyes hazy with bliss. “Yesss… yes, Septimius… I can feel it… haaa by Athena.… I’ll bear your child…”

The atrium was silent except for their ragged breaths, the wet dripping of her juices on the marble, and the echo of her moans still lingering like ghosts in the vast chamber.