I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Capítulo 583: Eating Elin (1) *

Nathan blinked several times, forcing his eyes to adjust to the soft glow of the candles. For a second he wondered if he had dozed off so deeply that he had slipped into one of those strangely vivid dreams he had a lot.

But no.

The sight before him was unmistakably real.

Freja and Elin stood in the doorway, frozen like two statues caught between courage and hesitation. Their silhouettes flickered gently with each tremor of candlelight.

They were dressed in traditional Roman stolae—sleeveless tunics that clung to their figures with a kind of innocent elegance. Freja’s was a simple grey, subtle and understated, while Elin’s was a pale pink that complemented the natural fairness of her skin. Normally these stolae would be worn with a draped outer toga, but neither girl had bothered with that layer. The thin silk alone covered them, and not well. The fabric clung to their bodies in a way that left far too little to the imagination—Freja’s curves outlined perfectly, Elin’s breath visible through the gentle rise and fall beneath the silk. Even the faint shape of their nipples pressed through the fabric.

They looked… beautiful. Almost ethereal. But also deeply out of place—like two northern maidens thrown into the center of Roman heat and decadence.

Their cheeks were flushed, not only from the warmth of a recent bath but from something else—anxiety, embarrassment, fear, or some confusing blend of all three. Their damp hair clung slightly to their shoulders and necks, making them look even more vulnerable.

Nathan remained silent for a moment, letting the reality settle.

Then he spoke.

“Did Servilia send you?” He asked calmly, though he already knew the answer.

Of course it was Servilia.

He should’ve been suspicious the moment she invited them into the house so casually. Servilia was a woman of sharp instincts—too sharp. She must’ve given them a push… or perhaps they had asked for one themselves.

Elin was the first to react. She swallowed, nodding quickly.

“W…We wanted to… thank you. For everything you did for us…”

Nathan rose from the bed, his movements slow and deliberate.

“Didn’t you thank me enough already?” He asked, brushing past them with his eyes. “I told you—the only thing I wanted in return was for you to go back to Amun-Ra.”

“We… we will,” Elin said softly. “Soon enough…”

Nathan gave them a look—one that cut through excuses.

“You came all this way wearing that to tell me that?” He shifted his gaze to Freja, who had been hiding behind Elin, her usual strength nowhere to be found.

Freja’s lips parted as she tried to speak, but only confusion came out.

“I… I don’t even know what I’m doing here…”

“Then you should go,” Nathan said.

But before Freja could even move, Elin burst forward a single step, her voice rising in raw desperation.

“N…No!”

Nathan stopped. His eyes shifted to her.

Her cheeks burned crimson. Her blue eyes shimmered with a mixture of fear and determination, threatening tears yet refusing to break eye contact.

“I… I want…” she whispered.

“You want what?” Nathan asked, not letting her shy away.

Elin trembled slightly, fingers tightening around the soft fabric of her tunic as though clinging for courage. Her voice came out barely audible.

“I… I want what you did with Servilia… back then…”

The confession shattered her composure; she lowered her gaze immediately, face completely red, shoulders trembling.

Nathan stepped closer until he stood directly before her. He reached out and gently lifted her chin with two fingers, guiding her eyes back to his.

“You understand,” he said quietly, “that if I do this… you’ll belong to me. Until the end.”

He wasn’t exaggerating, and he wasn’t being poetic.

Whether they ended up back on Earth where polygamy was forbidden in their countries, whether they traveled worlds or centuries—it wouldn’t matter. Once he claimed a woman in that way, she would be his. Always.

Elin’s breath hitched.

But she nodded. Small. Weak. But absolutely certain.

“…I want,” she whispered again.

And this time, she didn’t look away.

Nathan’s smile curved slow and knowing as he leaned in, his hand sliding to the back of Elin’s neck before his lips finally pressed to hers, stealing her first true kiss mouth to mouth. Her breath fluttered against him, shy and trembling, and the contrast made him savor it even more because technically her first kiss had been far filthier—back then when she, Ameriah, and Auria had bowed between his legs, their tongues worshipping his cock together, her lips already learning the shape of him before they ever tasted something as innocent as a kiss.

Her pink lips quivered as he caught them, her eyelashes lowering in a small panicked shiver, but she accepted him, melting only a little at first before opening the faintest bit.

“Hmmnnn… mmh…”

Soft breathy sounds spilled from her as their kiss deepened, faint wet echoes drifting through the warm lamplit room. Freja watched from the side, astonished; Elin who had always been the prim, guarded one, too shy to even hold a man’s gaze—Elin who had spent years shielding younger girls from men’s eyes—now stood trembling, lips parting, shoulders rising with every tiny gasp as Nathan’s mouth claimed hers again and again.

Nathan drank in that sweetness while his palms steadied her shoulders, his fingers curling gently into her warm skin. She smelled incredible, fragrant in a way that felt ancient and decadent—clearly they had bathed in one of those perfumed Roman baths, the kind scented with warm oils, crushed flowers, amber. When he breathed against her, he tasted that scent on her lips.

Then he kissed lower, letting his lips slide to her chin, licking softly until Elin’s head tipped back with a needy, unintentional motion.

“Hmmm…” Her voice trembled through her throat as he descended to her neck. Her medium-blond hair, too short to cover anything, left her completely exposed to his mouth; he kissed along the delicate column of her throat, tracing slow unhurried paths until her pulse skittered beneath his tongue. When he stopped at the curve of her neck and sucked hard enough to draw heat into her skin, Elin shuddered outright.

“A-ah!”

Her knees almost dipped, that mixture of pain-pleasure so new to her that her whole body jolted around it.

Nathan’s hands tightened on her shoulders as he began sliding the straps of her stola down, inch by inch over her arms. The fabric, thin and soft, slithered beautifully along her skin before falling in a full, smooth drop to the floor in a single whispering swoop, pooling around her ankles and leaving her bare, utterly bare, under the golden light.

For a moment he simply stared.

Her breasts were the first thing to claim his attention—full, heavy, strikingly round, the kind of natural softness that promised warmth and weight in the hands. Her nipples stood rosy and erect against her pale skin, reacting instantly to the cool air and the heat of his gaze. Elin reflexively brought her arms up, hands covering herself, her face flushing so brilliantly red she looked like she might combust from embarrassment.

No man had ever seen her like this. Nobody had touched her breasts, let alone devoured them with the hunger he was feeling now.

Nathan caught her wrist gently and lowered it, then dipped his head and kissed straight into her cleavage, inhaling her scent again as her breath hitched violently.

“Haah—!” Elin’s cry escaped before she could swallow it, her entire chest lifting with the sound. She trembled as his hands cupped her, palms sinking into the lushness of her breasts. He tested the weight of them, squeezing, feeling the way her soft flesh spilled through his fingers, too big to fully contain.

Elin bit her lip hard, watching her own breast being touched like that, her nipples tightening even more from the sight and the helplessness of being bared and handled.

Nathan wasn’t close to satisfied. He leaned to her untouched breast, his tongue brushing once over her nipple before he closed his mouth around it, sucking lightly at first, then deeper.

“Aah—haaah!” Elin gasped louder than she had yet, grabbing at his white hair at the back of his head, her fingers squeezing in startled desperation as her spine bowed.

Her legs pressed together instinctively, heat pulsing between them, her breath trembling out of her in unsteady waves as his tongue circled and dragged over that flushed, throbbing nipple. Nathan held her steady, one arm sliding around her back, the other hand cupping her remaining breast, kneading it with slow deliberate pressure that made her moan into the air again.

“Mmh—nn… haaah… mmmhh…”

Elin’s sounds grew wetter, softer, needier, her breath catching every time his tongue dragged across her flushed skin. Her body reacted as if awakening to memories she didn’t want to admit she had—every obscene thing she’d once done for him rushing back, but now it was all so much more intimate, more focused, more overwhelming. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, the muscles of her stomach tightening each time his lips brushed the curve of her breast. Her chest lifted again and again, rising visibly with each shaky inhale while he kissed and licked her, teasing her nipples until they stood swollen and pink.

When he closed his lips around her left nipple and sucked hard, her whole body jolted as if an electric current tore through her.

“Haaah—!” Elin’s voice broke, her knees buckling, her fingers curling desperately into his hair.

He didn’t stop; he wanted every twitch of her, every tremble. After sucking her he let his tongue slide around her nipple in slow circles, tracing the whole areola, making her skin redden under the heat of his mouth. He kept her other breast in his palm the entire time, kneading it rhythmically, molding the soft weight of it, squeezing until her breath came in startled, delicious little gasps. He handled her like he was learning every detail of her—all the shapes she made beneath his touch.

Elin’s hand hovered over his, not pushing him away, not guiding him—just trembling there, overwhelmed by how good she felt, unable to decide what to do with herself.

Nathan switched breasts then, his hand sliding to the one slick with his own saliva while his mouth descended to the other, taking her nipple between his lips and sucking, tonguing, teasing in steady, intoxicating motions.

“HAaah—nooo… hmnnn…!” Elin’s voice cracked into a moan she couldn’t control, her breath quickening sharply. Her half-open eyes stared down at him, glazed, pleading, helpless, watching him as he licked and sucked her breasts with hungry devotion. Each motion of his tongue made her spine arch; each squeeze of his hand made her thighs tense and press together.

He kept going, kissing and licking across her chest for nearly a full minute until her body trembled under him like she was barely holding herself upright. When he finally lifted his head, Elin looked completely undone—cheeks burning, chest heaving rapidly, sweat glistening faintly between her breasts. She could hardly stand; her legs shook with every breath.

Nathan’s hand slid down between her trembling thighs. He cupped her heat for only a heartbeat before his fingers traced her bare pussy, gliding along her slit in one smooth, indulgent stroke.

“H—Ha—haaa!!” Elin’s cry ripped out louder than anything before, her hips jerking back instinctively as her entire body convulsed from that first direct touch.

Nathan smiled, raising his fingers—already glistening.

“You already came from just having your breasts licked,” he murmured, voice warm and amused.

Elin’s blush exploded up her neck, and she turned her face away, mortified and aroused at the same time.

Nathan lifted his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them slowly, savoring her taste. Then he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her, her bare skin pressing to his chest as a startled gasp slipped from her lips.

He carried her across the room toward Servilia’s large bed, placing her gently onto the soft sheets. Elin immediately tried to cover herself—arms folding over her breasts, legs crossing tight together, her face burning as she curled in reflexive embarrassment.

But Nathan leaned over her, his hand sliding to her wrist, taking it from her chest and pinning it above her head, fingers interlacing around hers, grounding her while exposing her again. Her breath hitched sharply, her thighs uncrossing on their own with a trembling surrender.

He lowered his head once more to her breast and licked her erected nipple he had just teased.

“H—Haaa!” Elin’s back arched helplessly, the sound coming out high and thin.

Then Nathan moved up—claiming her mouth again. His lips pressed against hers, tongues meeting, her breath spilling against him in warm, shaky whimpers.

“Hmmm~~” Elin’s eyes moistened, her lashes fluttering as she looked up at him when he finally pulled back. Their faces hovered only inches apart, his breath mixing with hers, her lips swollen, trembling, waiting.

“I’m going to eat your whole body tonight,” he whispered, voice melting into her skin.

Elin shivered violently beneath him, her thighs parting just a bit more without her realizing it.

Nathan glanced briefly over his shoulder, seeing Freja still frozen—lips parted, red-faced, speechless—but then his smirk returned, slow and sinful, as he turned back to the woman beneath him.