I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 586: Eating Freja (1) *

Nathan dragged her back into the heat of the moment the way a man hooks fingers into silk and pulls, effortless, inevitable, making Freja feel every second of what she had done and what she had revealed beneath that stiff, armored personality she tried so desperately to live inside.

And the way she trembled now, staring at him with those wide, uncertain eyes, every little quiver of her thighs, every ragged breath she let escape, told him exactly what she was really made of.

He didn’t give her time to think, he didn’t let her crawl back behind that shield she always hid behind. His hand closed around her wrist with a firm, unhurried certainty, tugging her a step closer, then guiding her down until the backs of her thighs met the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped beneath her weight, and she sank onto it instinctively, knees loosening, her body responding faster than her thoughts could keep up.

Before she could even gather a breath of protest, Nathan’s hands slid beneath her stola, pushing the fabric up her hips, bunching it around her waist until the cool air hit the slick heat between her legs. Her thighs parted on reflex, then tensed, then parted again as if her own muscles couldn’t decide whether to obey her shame or her desire.

Nathan crouched down in front of her, one knee on the floor, face level with the glistening slit he had just exposed. The shine of her arousal caught the dim light like a jewel left in the open for him alone.

“Look at you,” he murmured, smirking as he took in the sight, his breath brushing dangerously close to her wetness. “Even wetter than before.”

Her head jerked back, eyes widening.

“You liked licking my cock that much, huh?” He asked wickedly and amused.

“N…No! I… I just—!” Freja tried to snap her legs shut, flustered and trembling, but Nathan’s hands were already on her thighs, fingers sinking into her soft skin, holding her open with a slow firmness that told her resistance wasn’t part of the script anymore.

Her breath hitched. Her pulse hammered so hard she felt it throb between her legs. Every instinct screamed to hide herself, but her body betrayed her, burning with liquid anticipation.

Nathan’s gaze dropped again, tracing every glistening curve of her bare pussy as he leaned in. Freja felt her entire body lurch forward with panic and need all tangled together.

He inhaled deeply, shamelessly, like he was savoring a scent meant only for him.

And then his tongue slid out and gave her a single, slow lick from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit.

“Haaah—hmmm!” Freja slapped a hand over her mouth instantly, muffling her own voice, eyes going glassy with shock. The sound she made had been too honest, too needy, too loud.

Nathan laughed softly against her.

“You taste as good as Elin,” he said with a smile that made her cheeks burn even hotter.

Her whole face flushed a deep, helpless red, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the intensity of the moment rather than any sadness. The shame and pleasure tangled inside her, spinning her thoughts into something dizzy and molten.

Nathan shifted closer, planting his palms firmly on her thighs and spreading them wider—wider—until she felt utterly exposed to the cool air and his heated stare. He held her like that, her legs open for him, completely unable to hide even a sliver of her dripping arousal.

Then he lowered his head again.

His tongue flicked lightly at first, teasing the slick edges, tasting the heat, drawing a trembling whimper from her throat.

“Hnnn—mmh…!” Freja bit down on her own lip, but the moan still escaped in a shaking spill of sound, her thighs twitching against his hold. Tears slid down her cheeks in thin, shimmering lines, overwhelmed by how impossibly good his mouth felt on her.

Nathan didn’t let up.

He angled his head, sliding his tongue deeper, tracing her folds, letting the slickness gather on his tongue before pressing harder. Every movement was precise, greedy, savoring her the way a starving man savors a meal he’d been denied for too long.

“You’re dripping all over my tongue,” he murmured into her, lips brushing her sensitivity, voice vibrating through her. “You’re going to soak the floor at this rate.”

Freja shook her head helplessly, fingers digging into the sheets, back arching as another wave of pleasure rolled through her.

“This… this feels… haaah… it feels too… too much…”

But Nathan didn’t let her finish.

He wrapped two fingers around her inner thigh, spreading her folds with the other hand, exposing the soft pink wetness of her inner walls. She gasped, convulsing lightly as the cool air hit her most sensitive spot.

“Haa—no!” Her voice broke.

He smirked and guided his tongue right inside her, slipping into her warm, squeezing softness.

“Haaa❤️—HAAHN❤️!!”

Freja cried out openly this time, her control shattering. Her hand shot down, fingers threading into Nathan’s white hair as her thighs trembled uncontrollably against his grip.

Her hips jerked forward, unable to stop themselves.

Nathan groaned into her, the vibration making her entire body jolt.

He pulled back slightly, licking the taste of her from his lips as he looked directly at her pussy, still held open by his fingers. Her slickness gleamed across her folds, dripping gently down as if her body couldn’t hold back anything anymore.

Slowly, almost clinically, he used his thumbs to part her even more, revealing the delicate shape of her entrance and the faint, untouched remnants of her hymen.

His smile deepened.

“Well, look at that…” he murmured. “Just like Elin.”

Freja’s breath caught, confusion momentarily piercing through the haze of pleasure.

Nathan traced the edge of her entrance with the tip of his thumb, not penetrating, just teasing the softness.

“You’re a virgin,” he said. “I can see it.”

She whimpered, face burning, thighs trembling, a mixture of innocence and overwhelming desire spilling out of her expression. She couldn’t speak. She could barely breathe.

Nathan looked up at her with a slow, hungry satisfaction, his fingers still gently spreading her open as if he were admiring the sight of something precious and entirely his.

“Two virgins,” he murmured, voice low and hungry as he leaned in again, letting his hot breath wash over her swollen, aching slit. “Two untouched little beauties waiting to be fucked by me today.”

“Hmm❤️” Freja’s breath shattered into another trembling moan, her whole body arching toward him.

And Nathan lowered his mouth again, tongue sliding deep into her wet, sensitive heat as he held her open, savoring every single reaction she couldn’t hide from him.

Her moans filled the room, unrestrained now, soft at first then rising, breaking, trembling:

“Ahh—aaahh—Nathaaahn—mmmh—haaah—❤️”

Her legs clamped and trembled around his face, toes curling so hard she almost cramped, her fingers fisting his hair and pulling him deeper without even realizing she was doing it. Nathan held her steady, devouring her reactions with the same hunger he devoured her pussy.

And the moment he sealed his lips around her tiny, swollen clit—brushing it, licking it with short, devastating strokes—

Freja shattered.

“HAaaahh~~~!”

Her whole body bowed like a drawn bowstring—

SQUIRT!!

A hot, sudden spray gushed out of her, splashing across Nathan’s face, his cheeks, his lips, dripping down his jaw and neck. The sound of it hitting him, the raw gasp that tore from Freja’s throat—it all mixed into one obscene, beautiful moment.

Nathan didn’t flinch.

He opened his mouth and caught it, licking it off his lips with an audible satisfied sigh. Her taste glistened on his chin, streaked down his throat, and he lapped the last droplets off her inner thigh like he couldn’t bear to waste even a drop.

“Uhnnn~~” Freja whimpered, her body shivering uncontrollably as the orgasm tore her apart completely. She slumped backward onto the bed, her spine arcing for one last trembling second before collapsing flat.

She lay there with her feet still dangling off the bed, legs quivering, chest rising in frantic little gasps, her entire body limp and overwhelmed.

Nathan rose slowly to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand—not to clean himself, but to smear the sheen of her juices across his lips as if savoring the memory of her flavor.

His gaze traveled down to Freja.

Her hair was spread across the mattress in a light-brown halo, strands stuck to her sweaty temples. Her gray stola, already revealing more than it hid, was plastered to her skin now; the fabric clung to her body like a second skin, outlining the curve of her hips, the shape of her stomach, the subtle lift of her small breasts. Her nipples stood stiff and visible through the thin wet fabric, the faint trembling of her chest an unintentional invitation.

Her thighs trembled continuously.

Her lips were parted.

Her cheeks flushed and streaked with tears of pleasure.

Nathan let his eyes savor the sight before glancing briefly toward Elin—still moaning softly, writhing faintly on the other side of the bed, lost in her own haze—then fixing his attention entirely back on the trembling, newly-squirted virgin in front of him.

It was time.

He stepped between her legs, his hands sliding beneath her knees.

Without a word, he lifted her long legs upward, guiding them over his shoulders. Her bare feet dangled near his back, her toes curling instinctively, her thighs framing his head in a helpless display of vulnerability.

Freja’s eyes, still half-glazed, widened as she felt herself being positioned.

“Nathan…?” She breathed, though her voice had no strength.

He kissed the inside of her calf softly, slow enough to make her shiver again.

Then he grabbed a nearby cushion and slid it under her hips, raising her pelvis, tilting her slightly upward, making her pussy even more exposed—puffy, wet, glistening, still twitching after her squirting orgasm. The angle made her feel even more naked, even more defenseless, her clit peeking out from swollen folds and her entrance openly pulsing, dripping down the cushion.

Her toes curled hard beside his face.

Her ankles trembled where they rested on his shoulders.

Her blush deepened into something feverish, shame burning through her whole body.

Nathan stroked his cock slowly as he admired her. The tip of it was already wet with pre-cum, thick and heavy, throbbing with desire as he lined himself up with the slick heat between her legs.

“I am going to fuck you now,” he said spitting out what was coming.

Freja let out the tiniest whimper. Her eyes squeezed shut.

Nathan’s voice sharpened.

“Open your eyes, Freja.”

She obeyed instantly, as though her body was tethered directly to his command. Her hazel eyes met his, wide, frightened, burning with arousal she didn’t know how to handle.

“Good,” Nathan murmured, settling between her spread legs, letting the weight of her ankles rest warmly on his shoulders. “Now tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Her breath hitched. Her face turned away, burning.

“N…No…” Freja whispered, voice trembling with shame and collapsing desire.

Nathan didn’t get angry.

Instead, he pressed the hot, swollen tip of his cock right against her entrance—nestling it against the slick, sensitive pout of her folds, smearing her wetness across himself. The contact made her gasp instantly.

“Haaah~…”

Her entire body jerked.

Her pussy clenched around nothing, twitching at the teasing pressure.

“Freja,” Nathan said again, his voice calm, patient, but edged with heat. He rolled his hips just enough to glide his glans up and down her slick opening, the movement agonizingly slow, spreading her arousal over her clit and entrance.

She whimpered weakly, a sound that escaped her throat before she could stop it.

He pressed a little harder—not entering her, but letting the head of his cock push just enough to make her body cry for more.

“Say it.”

His voice vibrated through her.

His cock teased her again, rubbing her clit, sliding down, nudging her opening, retreating, repeating—every motion driving her insane with need.

Her hands fumbled uselessly at the sheets.

Her hips arched despite herself.

Her breath choked into tiny gasps—”haa… haa… haa…”—her body begging even as her pride crumbled.

Finally Freja’s gaze dragged up to his, her lashes wet, her lips trembling, her voice barely holding itself together.

“Haa❤️… f… fuck me…” She whispered, the words shivering out of her like a confession she could never take back.

Nathan’s smile deepened—slow, predatory, overwhelmingly pleased.

His hands slid to her hips.

He adjusted her legs on his shoulders.

And he pushed forward.