I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 608: A last Intimate moment with Elin and Freja at Rome (2) *

”We’ll share something more... intimate,” Nathan said, his voice carrying that calm certainty that always made decisions feel inevitable. A faint smile curved his lips as he watched both women process his words. ”Don’t worry. We’ll be finished well before Cleopatra arrives.”

The reassurance did little to ease the tension. Both Freja and Elin swallowed hard, exchanging quick glances that communicated their shared nervousness.

”A...and what exactly do you mean by that?” Freja asked, her voice breaking slightly on the words. Her fingers twisted in the fabric of her dress where it pooled around her thighs.

Nathan moved toward them with unhurried steps, his presence seeming to fill the room as he approached the bed where they sat. ”It’s up to you,” he said simply, then reached out.

His hand moved with deliberate intent, sliding between Freja’s legs. Even through the fabric of her dress, his fingers found the heat of her sex, pressing against that most sensitive place with confident familiarity.

”Haaah!” The sound escaped Freja before she could stop it, her back arching slightly. ”W...what are you doing!” Her face flooded with color, crimson spreading from her cheeks down her neck.

Nathan’s fingers moved again, a slow deliberate stroke that traced the shape of her through the cloth. ”Sex isn’t the only way to feel pleasure,” he murmured, his tone almost conversational despite the intimacy of his touch. ”I could give you pleasure in other ways.”

”Haahnn~” The moan was involuntary, born from the friction and pressure his fingers created. Freja’s hand flew to her mouth, mortification written across her features as she scrambled backward on the bed, putting distance between them. ”W...wait, we can’t do that!” Her breathing had quickened, breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath her bodice. ”If you do that... I won’t...”

She couldn’t finish the thought aloud, but Nathan understood. The first time they’d been together, Freja had lost herself completely to sensation—abandoned every inhibition, every careful restraint she normally maintained. She’d been wild, shameless in her need, and while part of her had reveled in that freedom, another part feared it. Feared what it meant to want something so desperately that reason fled entirely. If he touched her now, really touched her, she knew her mind would dissolve into nothing but pleasure and hunger. She’d crave more, need more, and she needed to stay clearheaded before facing Cleopatra.

Nathan straightened, withdrawing his hand. He stood there for a moment, studying them both with an unreadable expression. ”Then you don’t want anything?” he asked.

He wasn’t opposed to their reluctance—he would never force this—but since they’d become his, he wanted them to feel cherished. Wanted them to know he wouldn’t simply forget about them among all the others. That they mattered.

”W...we can give you pleasure instead...”

The soft voice belonged to Elin. Both Nathan and Freja turned to look at her, surprise flickering across Freja’s features.

Elin’s face was burning with embarrassment, but she held Nathan’s gaze despite how her hands trembled slightly where they rested in her lap. There was determination beneath the shyness.

”Give me pleasure?” Nathan repeated, and his smile turned genuinely amused. Elin was clearly the bolder of the two when it came to intimacy, despite her soft-spoken nature.

”Y...yes...” Elin shifted forward on the bed, moving onto her knees. She came closer until she was right at the edge where Nathan stood, then tilted her face up to meet his eyes. Her throat worked as she swallowed nervously. ”We’re the ones who should be worried about being forgotten, with all the women you have now... So let us make sure you don’t forget us...” Her voice wavered and stuttered slightly toward the end, and her gaze dropped—landing directly on the front of Nathan’s pants where the fabric couldn’t quite hide his shape.

Freja stared at Elin with obvious shock, clearly not having expected her companion to be so forward. But she didn’t voice any objection. Perhaps the same thought had crossed her own mind, though she’d lacked the courage to voice it. And anything was preferable to having her body teased into that mindless state again—she needed rationality intact, needed all her wits about her before the conversation with Cleopatra.

Nathan reached out, his hand cupping Elin’s cheek with surprising gentleness. His thumb brushed across the heated skin, feeling the flutter of her pulse beneath. ”Go ahead then,” he said quietly.

Elin drew in a shaky breath, then her hands lifted with obvious nervousness. Her fingers found the waistband of Nathan’s pants, trembling slightly as they hooked into the fabric. She tugged downward, pulling both pants and undergarments in one motion.

His cock emerged, already half-hard and impressive even in this state. It hung heavy between his thighs, thick and long, the head slightly flushed. As Elin stared at it—this intimate part of Nathan now mere inches from her face—she felt her mouth go dry even as something low in her belly clenched with heat.

Freja’s face burned crimson as she stared at Nathan’s cock, now fully erect and disappearing between Elin’s stretched lips. Her first instinct was to look away, to give them privacy, but then rational thought caught up with embarrassment. There was nothing to be shy about, was there? She’d already had that thick length in her own mouth, had felt it sliding deep into her pussy, stretching her open. She’d already given herself to him completely.

So she looked again, watching with wide eyes as Elin worked.

Elin’s delicate hand wrapped around Nathan’s shaft, her slim fingers unable to fully encircle his girth. ”It’s hot...” she breathed, wonder coloring her voice despite the blush staining her cheeks. Then she began stroking—slow, exploratory movements that made Nathan’s cock pulse visibly in her grip.

Nathan’s hand found its way into Elin’s blonde hair, fingers threading through the silky strands as she touched him. Under her gentle ministrations, his cock hardened fully with surprising speed. Perhaps it was because he’d just been with Cleopatra, that stunning woman in her bath, the memory still fresh and arousing. Whatever the reason, a bead of clear precum formed at his tip almost immediately.

Elin’s stroking faltered as she noticed it, her eyes fixed on that glistening droplet. She stared for a long moment, then made her decision. Leaning forward, she closed her eyes and extended her pink tongue.

”Sluuurp~~”

The sound was obscene and intimate as her tongue swept across Nathan’s sensitive glans, collecting the precum. The taste spread across her tongue—slightly salty, musky, distinctly masculine.

”Nghh...” Nathan’s groan was low and unrestrained, his fingers tightening reflexively in her hair as pleasure sparked through him. The sight of Elin’s cute pink tongue extended, touching his most sensitive flesh, sent heat coursing through his body.

That sound—that clear evidence of his pleasure—emboldened Elin in ways nothing else could have. Nathan was always so composed, so controlled in his expressions. To draw genuine sounds of pleasure from him felt like an accomplishment. The embarrassment that had been clouding her mind began to fade, overwhelmed by something else entirely: her own arousal, her own desire to give him more.

She resumed stroking, feeling his cock continue to swell and harden in her palm. It grew thicker, longer, until her fingers couldn’t properly close around it anymore. The sheer size of him both intimidated and excited her.

”Sluuuurp~~sluuuurp~~~sluuurpp~~”

Her tongue worked faster now, more eagerly. She licked along his glans in swirling motions, then dragged her tongue down the length of his shaft, tracing the prominent veins that stood out against his heated flesh. Her technique was clumsy—she’d only done this twice in her entire life—but enthusiasm compensated for inexperience. The evidence was written clearly on Nathan’s face, in the way his jaw tightened, in how his fingers gripped her hair harder when her tongue found particularly sensitive spots.

”Yeah... continue, that’s good...” Nathan’s voice was rougher now, encouragement and command blended together.

His hand moved from her hair to cup her cheek, thumb brushing across her flushed skin. Elin looked up at the touch, her tongue still extended against his cock, her eyes meeting his.

”Take it inside now,” he said.

Elin’s blush deepened, but she didn’t hesitate. Parting her lips wider, she closed her eyes and guided his cock into her mouth.

”Hmpph~~” The muffled sound escaped around his thickness as she took him in. Only half his length disappeared between her stretched lips—already it felt like too much, like he might choke her—but she held there, adjusting to the fullness. Then she began to suck.

”Hmp~~~gluuuurrp~~~sluuuurp~~~hmpfff~~~”

The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the bedroom, lewd and unmistakable. Elin’s cheeks hollowed as she created suction, her head beginning to bob in shallow movements. Her tongue worked clumsily inside her mouth, trying to caress and stimulate even as she focused on maintaining the seal of her lips around his girth.

Nathan’s restraint was being tested. The warm, wet heat of Elin’s mouth enveloping his cock, the enthusiastic if awkward movements of her tongue, the sight of her pretty face with lips stretched obscenely around him—it all combined into overwhelming pleasure. Low groans rumbled in his chest, sounds he couldn’t quite suppress.

From her position on the bed, Freja watched with rapt attention. Her thighs pressed together unconsciously as heat pooled between her legs. She could see everything—the way Elin’s jaw strained, how saliva began to glisten on Nathan’s shaft when she pulled back, the bobbing motion of her head as she worked.

Freja’s breathing had quickened. One hand crept to her chest, fingers pressing against her breast through her dress as arousal built despite her earlier protests about needing to stay clearheaded.

”Take more,” Nathan instructed, his voice strained. His hand guided Elin’s head forward with gentle but insistent pressure.

”Mmmpfh!” Elin’s eyes flew open as another inch of thick cock pushed past her lips. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as he pressed against the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she tried to relax her throat, tried to accommodate more of him even as her body reflexively wanted to gag.

”Good girl... just like that...” Nathan’s praise made Elin’s pussy clench with need. Wetness was definitely gathering between her thighs now, arousal building from giving him pleasure.

She doubled her efforts, sucking harder, moving faster despite the difficulty. Drool escaped the corners of her stretched mouth, running down her chin in thin strands. The sounds grew wetter, more desperate.

”Glllrk~~~slrrrp~~~hmpfff~~~glk glk glk~~~”

Nathan’s hips began to move, shallow thrusts that pushed his cock deeper into Elin’s willing mouth. His control was slipping, pleasure building toward an inevitable peak.

Freja bit her lip, watching her companion service Nathan so eagerly. Before she could think better of it, her hand slid down her own body, finding the hem of her dress and slipping beneath it. Her fingers found the dampness soaking through her undergarments and she gasped softly at her own touch.

She couldn’t help it. Watching this was too arousing, the sounds too erotic. Her fingers began to rub in small circles, chasing her own pleasure while Nathan used Elin’s mouth.