I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 510: Eating Servilia (1) *

The room was heavy with silence after the sharp clash of violence had ended. The three men broken bodies lay sprawled lifeless on the cold stone floor. Servilia, trembling, sat on the ground where she had fallen, her wide eyes fixed on Nathan.

Nathan stood motionless, his white hair faintly shifting with the draft that crept through the atrium’s open arches. His gaze was sharp, distant, his senses extended like a hunter’s, combing through the stillness for even the faintest trace of another presence. For a moment, only the distant dripping of water from a fountain could be heard. Finally, when he was certain that the threat had passed, he lowered his hand, exhaling slowly.

He stepped toward Servilia, his boots pressing against the marble with soft echoes, and extended a steady hand. She hesitated for only a heartbeat before slipping her delicate fingers into his. The warmth of his grip startled her, and she let out a small gasp when Nathan didn’t just help her up—he lifted her effortlessly to her feet, making her stumble forward against him before he guided her carefully toward the main atrium.

He placed her gently into a carved wooden chair, the cushions pressing against her trembling frame. But even then, Nathan didn’t allow himself to relax. He turned away, his pale eyes scanning the shadows between the pillars, once more stretching his awareness outward. No movement. No whispers. Just silence.

Only then did he turn back to her.

“What happened?” His voice was calm, almost too calm, carrying a dangerous undertone as though the blood on the floor had barely satisfied his wrath.

Servilia’s lips quivered as she tried to steady herself. “I… I don’t know… They just—appeared, out of nowhere. They tried to…” Her voice broke as she touched her shoulder, where her gown had been torn by rough hands.

Nathan’s jaw clenched, a flicker of regret crossing his face. He hadn’t held back—hadn’t thought. Killing them outright had been instinct, his body moving before his mind considered other options. A survivor could have yielded answers. Torture could have yielded certainty. But the moment had passed, and blood could not be undone.

Still, he had a suspicion. A familiar shadow always lurked behind such acts.

“Caesar probably sent them,” Nathan said flatly.

Servilia’s eyes widened in shock. “C… Caesar?”

Nathan’s gaze hardened. “He wants to push you into despair. That’s exactly like him.”

The name struck her like a blade. Servilia’s hands curled into fists in her lap, her knuckles whitening as rage and helplessness wrestled inside her.

“I… If it hadn’t been for you, I would have…” Her words faltered, unable to voice the fate that had nearly befallen her.

“Change all your guards today,” Nathan interrupted, his tone sharp, commanding. “Replace them with new ones. Don’t trust a single familiar face. Someone let those men inside—someone close to you betrayed your trust.”

She nodded, swallowing hard, though her body still trembled faintly. The fear hadn’t yet released its grip.

Breaking the heavy silence, Nathan added quietly, “I saw your son.”

Her head snapped up. “Y… you saw Brutus?” she asked, the words rushing out, heavy with both hope and dread. She nearly stumbled to her feet.

“Yes,” Nathan said with a small nod. “He’s doing well. He’s not blind anymore—he knows Caesar is filth.”

Servilia’s eyes glistened, tears brimming at the edges. She covered her mouth with her hand, her voice shaking. “I… I see… Thank you…”

For a while, the atrium was filled only with the soft sound of her quiet sobs, the night wind carrying the faint rustle of leaves from the courtyard beyond. Then, hesitantly, her voice broke through the silence again.

“…Is she here?” Servilia asked at last, her eyes flicking toward him.

Nathan understood instantly. She meant Elin.

He gave a short nod. “She’s with Ameriah. Treating her wounds.” He turned slightly, ready to leave and check on Elin, Ameriah, and Auria, but before he could take a step, a gentle hand caught his arm.

Nathan stopped, slowly turning his gaze back. Servilia was holding him, her grip small but insistent, her face flushed with something she tried and failed to conceal.

“We… We shouldn’t disturb her,” she said awkwardly, her voice low, almost shy.

Nathan wasn’t a fool. He understood perfectly what she was asking without words.

He closed the distance as if it had never truly existed. “What do you want to do in the meantime?” he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to coil around her body and settle between her thighs. When his hand rose and brushed her cheek, it wasn’t a simple caress—it was the weight of command softened into tenderness, the barest test of her willingness. Electricity arced from the pads of his fingers into her flushed face; her knees weakened and she swayed closer without realizing it, her lips hovering at his breath as though the kiss had already begun.

Her eyes locked on his, wide and luminous, shimmering with anticipation. His fingers slipped lower, tugging at the straps of her tunic. The fabric slid down, whispering across her arms, revealing bare skin inch by inch.

The first glimpse of her collarbone. Then the hollow of her throat. Then the soft rising swells of her breasts.

The tunic fell to the floor with a soft rustle. Servilia stood bared, the torchlight caressing her skin like warm hands.

She stood before him now, Servilia of the House of Junii, Rome’s most formidable matron—yet revealed here not as a political titan, but as a woman, naked and glorious, her youthful body defying the years and motherhood.

Her breasts were perfection, heavy and proud. Her stomach soft yet firm. The curve of her hips inviting, thighs smooth until they gave way to the dark, silken tuft that crowned her sex. Even the faint shadow of hair above her lips of flesh seemed regal, an adornment of nature’s design.

Nathan’s hand lifted once more, cupping her cheek tenderly, grounding her in contrast to the hunger burning in his eyes. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss—soft at first, coaxing, reverent.

“Hmm…” Servilia hummed into his mouth, yielding, then pressing forward with her own answering hunger. Their lips parted and clashed again, deeper this time, tongues brushing, teeth grazing.

Her face flushed hotter, her chest rose and fell more sharply, and Nathan felt the shudder of her body against his. One of his hands trailed lower, slipping down the elegant curve of her back until it found the ripe swell of her ass. His fingers sank into her flesh, squeezing firmly as he pulled her closer.

“Haa—!” she gasped, startled by the sudden grope, but the protest died instantly as he sealed her moan with another deep kiss.

Breaking away from her lips, he trailed his mouth down, hot kisses scattering across her chin, down the column of her throat, each press of his lips leaving a path of fire. She tipped her head back, throat bared, eyes fluttering as his tongue flicked over her pulse, then lower, lower—

Until he reached the twin orbs of her breasts. His hands cupped them possessively, fingers kneading, shaping their weight, while his mouth claimed one nipple between his lips. He sucked, tongue swirling, teeth grazing lightly before releasing with a wet pop.

“Haaa❤️… gods, yes…” Servilia moaned, her voice rich, throaty, unrestrained. One hand rose instinctively to his head, fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her breast as if afraid he might leave it.

He didn’t. Nathan groaned low in his throat, caught up in her taste, his hand squeezing one breast firmly while his mouth worshipped the other. He switched, his tongue lapping at the second nipple, tugging it between his lips until it stood stiff and glistening.

Her back arched, pressing herself into his face, her hips twitching forward involuntarily as if her body were already begging for more.

“Yesss… more… don’t stop, Septimius…” she panted, hips shifting restlessly, her thighs rubbing together in search of friction.

Nathan lifted his head, her nipple slipping wetly from his mouth, and looked up at her flushed, needy face. His lips curled into a hungry smile as his hands slid lower, caressing her sides, the flare of her hips, until his palms rested over her thighs.

“Then let me see how much more you can take…” he murmured, his voice thick with promise, before sinking to his knees before the most powerful woman in Rome, eyes level now with the aching heat between her legs.

Nathan’s breath brushed against the dark, silken tuft crowning Servilia’s sex, and the most powerful woman in Rome trembled like a maiden being unveiled for the first time. His hands slid up her thighs, fingers spreading her legs apart slowly, reverently, as if parting the curtains of a temple to worship within.

Her sex glistened faintly already, the faint scent of her arousal sharp and intoxicating, sweet with heat. Nathan leaned in without hesitation, the tip of his nose grazing the softness of her mound, his lips brushing the tender skin at the edge of her folds.

“Hnnn❤️—ahh…” Servilia gasped, her knees weakening as her body jolted at the first feather-light touch. She grabbed at his shoulders, nails biting into his tunic as she tried to steady herself, but Nathan’s strong grip around her thighs anchored her firmly.

His tongue darted out, a teasing flick across her slit, gathering the first taste of her nectar. Salty-sweet, rich, a taste he knew he would crave again and again. He exhaled against her, then pressed in deeper, sliding his tongue slowly along her folds from bottom to top until he reached the delicate pearl of her clit.

“Haaaan❤️, gods! Yesss❤️…” Servilia moaned, hips jerking forward instinctively, grinding against his mouth. Her hand flew to the back of his head, pressing him harder against her wet heat.

Nathan groaned into her, the vibration sending a shiver through her body. His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking gently, then harder, while his tongue flicked mercilessly against the swollen nub. She cried out, her thighs trembling, her breath breaking into ragged moans.

“Uhhhhnnn—haaahhh❤️… ohhh, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop—!” Her words were a broken chant, her regal composure shattered, her voice dripping with desperate need.

One of Nathan’s hands slid higher, spreading her folds apart so his tongue could delve deeper. He thrust it into her pussy, writhing inside her, tasting the slick honey that poured from her as she clenched around the muscle of his tongue. He pulled back only to swirl his tongue over her clit again, alternating between plunging and teasing, building her higher and higher.

“HaaAAhh❤️, yesss, yesss, Septimius, lick me, eat me, make me—ohhh gods!” Servilia’s head dropped back, her light brown hair spilling wildly down her shoulders, her breasts heaving as she rode his mouth. She had never sounded so undone, so wanton, as she ground against his eager lips, her powerful body reduced to trembling need under his tongue.

Nathan’s hunger only grew with every taste. He lapped greedily at her slit, mouth drenched, his chin wet with her nectar. His other hand slid behind her, gripping the firm swell of her ass and pulling her even tighter against his face. He devoured her as if starved, sucking her clit into his mouth with a wet, obscene slurp.

“Haaaaaahnnn❤️—!” Servilia wailed, her entire body jerking violently as pleasure consumed her. Her thighs clamped around his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling hard as wave after wave of ecstasy wracked her. She cried out again, her body convulsing as her climax broke, juices spilling hotly over his tongue.

Nathan didn’t stop—he licked her through it, lapping every drop, groaning as if savoring the finest wine. Servilia’s legs shook, her knees threatening to buckle, but he held her steady, milking every shudder, every moan, until at last her body sagged forward against him, limp with pleasure.

“Haahhh❤️… haahhh❤️… Septimius…” she panted, sweat glistening on her flushed skin, her breasts rising and falling heavily against his head. She cupped his face in her hands, pulling him up to her lips, kissing him deeply despite the taste of herself still coating his mouth.

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