I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 648: Kaguya in the Kastoria Throne Room (1) *

Shortly after Haruka departed the throne room with baby Ryuuji, Kaguya resumed her solitary contemplation, standing alone in the vast chamber with only her troubled thoughts for company.

She genuinely didn’t like being forced to do things in such haste, especially matters as consequential as royal succession. Even more concerning was the reality that putting Ryuuji forward as official heir this early—when he was merely a helpless infant—could actually place him in significantly more danger rather than protecting him.

A baby couldn’t defend himself. A baby had no political power or personal agency. Declaring him heir made him a target for anyone who wanted to disrupt the succession, and he would remain vulnerable for at least fifteen years until reaching an age where he could actually rule.

But there weren’t many viable alternatives to this accelerated timeline.

It had been Amaterasu herself—Kaguya’s divine mother—who had explicitly stated that the ceremony needed to be conducted with urgency. The Sun Goddess had expressed serious suspicions about her brother Susanoo’s recent movements and activities, patterns of divine power that deeply worried her.

When a supreme deity expressed worry, mortals had no choice but to act decisively.

So Kaguya had chosen to accelerate the succession ceremony despite her personal reservations, trusting her mother’s judgment even when the reasoning remained opaque.

Crown Prince Takehiko.

Just thinking his name left a bitter taste. From the very brief period she’d known him before his banishment, Kaguya had immediately recognized him as fundamentally twisted—a cruel, manipulative man who wore gentleness like a mask to hide the rot underneath.

She had tried initially to support him, to guide him toward becoming a worthy ruler through counsel and divine wisdom. But after his parents died and the path to the throne seemed clear, Takehiko had become even worse—greedier, crueler, more openly contemptuous of limitations on his behavior.

He’d been absolutely certain he would inherit the throne, and that certainty had stripped away what little restraint he’d previously maintained.

So Kaguya, unable in good conscience to support such a ruler and backed by Amaterasu’s divine authority, had banished Takehiko from the capital and formally stripped him of his status as heir to the throne.

Obviously she hadn’t expected that action to actually stop him permanently. Men like Takehiko didn’t simply accept defeat and fade into obscurity. But she’d hoped it would buy time—years, perhaps, to find better solutions or for circumstances to change favorably.

She just hadn’t known how much time they would actually have before he made his inevitable move to reclaim power.

Of course, the fastest and most permanent solution would be to simply kill Takehiko—remove the threat entirely through direct action. But the exiled prince now operated under Susanoo’s explicit divine protection.

Killing someone protected by a God—especially one as volatile and powerful as the Storm God—would be an catastrophic mistake. Susanoo’s legendary temper was such that he might very well destroy all of Kastoria in retaliatory rage, burning the entire kingdom to ash just to strike back at Amaterasu through her followers.

The political and divine situation was genuinely, impossibly complicated with no clear safe path forward.

”What are you thinking about so deeply, Kaguya?”

A familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind her, smooth and knowing.

Kaguya’s luminous white eyes widened fractionally with genuine surprise—an extremely rare reaction for someone of her divine composure. She turned around quickly, her heart immediately beginning to race.

Standing there in the throne room, somehow having entered without making a single sound, was the most devastatingly handsome man she had ever encountered in her long existence.

He had distinctive snow-white hair that seemed to shimmer with its own internal light, pale skin that looked almost luminous in the chamber’s ambient glow, and eyes that were simultaneously the most frightening and mesmerizing feature she’d ever witnessed. Those eyes glowed with dark, demonic energy, golden irises containing vertical slits that marked him as something far beyond human.

It was a frightening appearance that should have inspired terror and revulsion. Yet somehow it was also utterly captivating, beautiful in an otherworldly way that transcended conventional aesthetics.

She hadn’t seen him in many long months—their last meeting had been brief and hurried, stolen moments between his endless responsibilities. Yet it felt like an eternity had passed, each day of separation stretching endlessly.

But regardless of how much time had elapsed, seeing him now made her heart skip several beats in rapid succession. Her carefully maintained divine composure cracked immediately, heat rising to her normally cool cheeks.

He looked even stronger than before, his presence more commanding and radiant. The power emanating from him had grown noticeably, approaching levels that even Gods might respect.

”Lord Nathan...” Kaguya breathed his name like a prayer.

Nathan took a single step forward and immediately materialized directly in front of Kaguya with supernatural speed that defied normal perception. Before she could react or step back, his arms wrapped firmly around her slender waist and pulled her close against his chest with possessive strength.

Anyone in Kastoria—whether common soldiers, noble samurai, or even the summoned Heroes—would be utterly shocked and horrified to witness someone daring to touch Princess Kaguya in such a familiar, intimate manner. She was revered as essentially divine, untouchable, sacred.

But unbeknownst to everyone except a very select few, Nathan and Kaguya were far more than merely acquainted. Their relationship had developed into something profound and intimate that transcended normal boundaries.

”Lord Nathan... what are you doing?” Kaguya protested weakly, her hands pressing gently against Nathan’s chest in a halfhearted attempt to create distance. ”Someone might enter at any moment. If we’re discovered like this—”

But Nathan wasn’t moving even a fraction of an inch. If anything, he pressed her even closer against him until her breasts were nearly flattened against his chest, their bodies aligned with no space between them.

”If someone enters, they’ll simply see and understand that you belong to me,” Nathan stated with calm certainty, as though this was the most natural thing in the world. ”Let them discover it. I’m tired of hiding what we are to each other.”

”T...This isn’t the appropriate moment for such declarations,” Kaguya stuttered, a visible blush spreading across her normally composed features as she struggled desperately to maintain her divine dignity. ”The political situation is delicate, there are ceremonies to prepare, and I have responsibilities that—”

But keeping her composure was proving essentially impossible with Nathan this devastatingly close to her, his warmth seeping through their clothing, his scent overwhelming her senses, his presence dominating her awareness so completely that rational thought became nearly impossible.

”I had missed you, Kaguya,” Nathan said with a genuine smile before capturing her lips in a deep kiss.

”Hmm!” Kaguya was surprised by the sudden contact but immediately melted into Nathan’s embrace, her resistance crumbling instantly.

The Princess of the Moon did nothing but accept and surrender, giving her lips for Nathan to taste and devour while she let out small, breathy moans against his mouth.

Nathan meanwhile pulled her even closer, his arms wrapping around her slender waist. His hands began working on her elaborate kimono, searching for the ties and layers that would grant him access to what lay beneath.

”N...no, Lord Nathan...we can’t...” Kaguya managed to say between kisses, though her protest lacked conviction.

If they were caught here in the throne room, her position could be immediately threatened. The scandal would be devastating, would give Takehiko exactly the ammunition he needed to challenge her authority, to seal his political comeback.

”No one will come,” Nathan whispered against her lips, his voice confident and reassuring as he continued kissing her.

Kaguya’s wet white eyes glanced nervously toward the entrance and widened slightly in surprise. The entire door was frozen solid - a thick layer of ice covering it completely, sealing them inside.

She hadn’t even seen Nathan do it. Hadn’t noticed him using his power.

He’d frozen the throne room doors without her awareness, ensuring their complete privacy.

”I want you now, Kaguya,” Nathan whispered with intensity, his lips moving to her neck. ”Let’s make it quick. First, I need to feel that beautiful tongue of yours.”

Kaguya blushed deeply, heat flooding her pale cheeks as she understood exactly what he wanted.

With practiced grace, she lowered herself to her knees before him. Her pristine white kimono pooled around her on the floor, the expensive silk spreading across the polished stone. Then she reached out with delicate hands to his pants, fingers working at the fastenings.

She lowered them just enough, and immediately his cock sprang free - half-erected already, the thick length twitching slightly as it met the cooler air.

Kaguya felt his masculine scent fill her senses, making her blush even deeper. That uniquely male musk that she’d experienced so rarely but remembered so vividly.

She reached out with one delicate hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, feeling the heat radiating from his member. It was like holding living fire - so hot compared to her naturally cool temperature.

Then she began stroking him slowly, watching with fascination as his cock hardened fully under her ministrations, growing thicker and longer until it stood proudly erect.

In the years since Amaterasu had been enslaved by Nathan, they hadn’t had many occasions for sexual intimacy. In fact, Kaguya had only had sex with Nathan three times total - they’d both been far too busy with political maneuvering and consolidating power.

That scarcity might be exactly why she wasn’t more reluctant now. Her body remembered the pleasure he’d given her, craved it despite the risks.

”Use your tongue, Kaguya,” Nathan commanded softly, his hand coming to rest in her long, silvery hair.

It seemed he wanted her mouth on his cock immediately, didn’t want to wait.

And truthfully, he wasn’t the only one eager.

Kaguya, despite herself, wanted to taste that strange, intoxicating flavor again. Wanted to feel his thickness on her tongue, wanted to hear him groan with pleasure.

She extended her tongue and licked along the swollen glans, feeling it twitch immediately under her attention.

”Sluurrrp~~”

Nathan grunted deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest. ”Oh fuck, Kaguya...”

The taste exploded across her tongue - salty, musky, masculine. That addictive flavor she’d been unconsciously craving.

She licked again, this time circling the sensitive head completely, gathering the bead of precum that had formed at the tip.

”Sluuuurrp~~mmmm~~”

”Yes... just like that...” Nathan encouraged, his fingers flexing in her hair. ”Lick it all over. Get it nice and wet for that perfect mouth.”

Kaguya obeyed, her tongue working along his length in long, slow strokes. She traced the prominent veins, followed the ridge around the head, even dipped down to lick along the sensitive underside.

”Sluuurrrp~~sluuurp~~mmmm~~”

Each lick made Nathan’s cock twitch, made him groan with increasing volume. Precum continued to leak steadily, and Kaguya eagerly lapped it up, the salty taste making her own arousal build between her legs.

”Enough teasing,” Nathan said, his voice rough with need. ”Take it in your mouth, Kaguya. Let me feel those lips wrapped around me.”

Kaguya looked up at him with her luminous white eyes - ethereal and beautiful and full of desire - before parting her lips and slowly taking him into her mouth.

”Fuck...” Nathan’s curse was loud as her warm, wet mouth engulfed him.

She took him slowly, carefully, her jaw stretching to accommodate his considerable girth. About halfway down his length, she paused, adjusting, then began to bob her head in a steady rhythm.