I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me - Chapter 593: Eating Julia (1) *

Chapter 593: Eating Julia (1) *

“I believe you joined my father’s side… in order to bring him down,” she said slowly, carefully choosing each word. “But… is that really true?”

Her tear-filled blue eyes locked onto his, searching—not accusing, but desperate for honesty.

Nathan held her gaze for a brief moment—just long enough for her to see the decision settle in his eyes—before he nodded once.

“It’s true.”

There was no hesitation in his voice. No attempt to soften the admission.

Now that everything was over, there was no reason left to hide behind half-truths.

Julia drew in a sharp, cold breath, as if the words had chilled her from the inside.

“From Alexandria onward,” Nathan continued calmly, “I joined your father and played the role of a loyal subordinate. All of it was calculated. All of it was done so I could take him down.”

He paused briefly before adding, “That was my plan from the very beginning. And now… it’s finished.”

“I… I see…” Julia murmured.

She nodded slowly, lowering her gaze as fresh tears welled up and spilled over. Her shoulders trembled, not from anger, but from a quiet, aching sadness that settled deep in her chest.

Nathan watched her carefully.

“Are you disappointed?” he asked. “Or… do you hate me?”

Julia shook her head immediately, almost frantically.

“No,” she whispered. “I’m just… sad.” Her fingers curled into the cushions beneath her. “It means that you were kind to me… because—”

“I was honest with you,” Nathan interrupted gently but firmly.

Julia looked up, startled.

“I was manipulative with Caesar and Octavius,” Nathan said plainly. “With them, everything was calculation.”

Then he raised his hand slightly.

On his wrist was the delicate bracelet Julia had once given him.

“I was never dishonest with you.”

For a brief moment, he stared at the bracelet himself, as if only now truly noticing it. He had never taken it off. Not once. He hadn’t consciously decided to keep wearing it—it had simply remained there, untouched, unquestioned.

Julia gasped softly, her lips trembling as her eyes fixed on it.

“If I didn’t care about you,” Nathan continued, looking back at her, “I wouldn’t be here right now. I wouldn’t waste my time coming to give you answers, or hope.”

A faint smile curved his lips.

“I don’t do pointless things.”

“T… then when you said some people believed in me… loved me…” Julia said shakily as she slowly rose to her feet. “Were you… among them?”

There was a fragile hope in her voice, one born from loss rather than certainty.

Nathan sighed quietly, rubbing his temple as if exasperated—yet there was no irritation in his eyes.

After everything she had lost, reassurance wasn’t weakness. It was necessity.

“Do you really need me to spell it out?” he said. “I wouldn’t have allowed anything to happen to you—and I still won’t. I made sure of that.”

His crimson eyes hardened slightly.

“If something does happen, I’ll know. And if I know, I’ll deal with it.”

Julia fell silent.

She stood there, staring at him as he sat casually in the lavish chamber—as if the entire place belonged to him by right.

He had always felt different to her. Even when he stood beside Caesar, there had been a sense of restraint about him, as though he were deliberately holding himself back.

Now she understood.

That had all been an act.

What sat before her now—calm, fearless, utterly unshaken—was his true self. A presence that felt almost kingly in its weight.

“Then… why are you still wearing the disguise?” Julia asked softly.

She had seen him before—his true form, radiant and overwhelming in its divine majesty.

“In Rome,” Nathan replied evenly, “Septimius’s face is simply more convenient.”

She hesitated, then clasped her hands together.

“Please…” she said quietly. “Can you show me… just once more?”

Nathan studied her for a long moment.

Then, with a slow exhale, he released the disguise.

The illusion peeled away seamlessly. His true appearance emerged—unrestrained, overwhelming, radiant with power.

The air itself seemed to shift.

Julia sucked in a breath, her eyes widening as she stared at him from so close—far closer than before.

“I… is that really your true appearance?” She asked in awe.

“It is,” Nathan answered.

Julia hesitated, the moment stretching thin and trembling between them, before she bit down on her lower lip as if drawing courage from the small sting. Slowly, almost reverently, she lifted her hand to the strap of her stola tunic resting on her left shoulder. Her fingers fumbled for a heartbeat, then found the knot and began to loosen it, the fabric whispering softly beneath her touch.

When the knot finally came undone and her arms lowered again, the red stola no longer held. It began to slide down her body at an unhurried pace, first baring the smooth curve of her shoulders, then the pale line of her collarbones, exposed as if she were offering them up. Nathan’s golden eyes followed the descent without blinking, their intensity almost tangible.

As the fabric slipped lower, Julia’s small, delicate breasts came into view, soft and untouched, their light pink nipples peeking forward with shy prominence as the cool air brushed over them. The dress continued its slow surrender, revealing the gentle plane of her stomach, her breath hitching as if every inch uncovered made her more aware of herself. When the cloth passed her hips, gravity finally claimed it, and the stola dropped the rest of the way, pooling in crimson folds around her feet.

She stood bare before him, her body fully revealed, her pink pussy closed and unmarked, innocent in a way that made her vulnerability almost ache in the air between them.

Nathan’s gaze lingered there for a brief, weighted moment before he lifted his eyes again, meeting Julia’s face. Her cheeks were flushed a furious red, tears shimmering at the corners of her bright blue eyes as she fought to steady her breathing.

“Do you understand what you are doing?” He asked, his voice low and serious, grounding the moment.

“I… I am,” Julia stuttered, her voice trembling but sincere.

“Once this is done, there will be no going back,” Nathan said, making sure she understood. “You will belong to me.”

Julia swallowed, then stepped closer, her nakedness no longer hidden, her movements small but resolute.

“I… I always wanted to be yours,” she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. “Please… love me.”

Something shifted in Nathan’s expression. Without another word, he reached out and pulled her toward him, guiding her onto his lap.

“Ah!” Julia gasped as she landed against him from the side, her body jolting at the sudden closeness. Her delicate hands instinctively came to rest against his chest, fingers splayed as she tried to find her balance. She could feel his warmth through her palms, the solid rise and fall of his breathing.

Her own breath soon quickened, her heart pounding so hard it felt as if it might burst free of her chest. She had never been touched like this before, never even imagined what it would feel like to be so close to another body. The fear mingled with anticipation, tightening her chest and leaving her lightheaded.

Nathan lifted a hand to her chin, his fingers gentle but sure as he tilted her face upward. He studied her closely: the softness of her innocent features, the tears clinging to her lashes, the bright blue of her eyes searching his. Her curly blond hair spilled over her shoulders and down her chest, partially veiling her breasts, though her pink nipples still peeked through the loose strands, betraying her nervous arousal.

He leaned in, slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wished, then pressed his lips to hers.

“HMmm…” Julia moaned softly, the sound slipping free before she could stop it. Her hands found his shoulders, gripping timidly as if anchoring herself to him. His lips were warm, firm, tasting of something unfamiliar and intoxicating, and she felt herself melt into the contact almost despite herself.

Nathan deepened the kiss slightly, savoring the softness of her mouth, while his other hand came up to cup one of her breasts. It fit perfectly in his palm, small and compact, yet undeniably soft. The sensation made Julia’s breath stutter, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.

“H-Haaan❤️… Septimius…” she moaned brokenly into the kiss as his grip tightened, rougher now, claiming. The name spilled from her lips as a plea and a confession all at once.

He didn’t give her much chance to protest or retreat. His mouth left hers and trailed downward, lips brushing her skin, tasting her as he continued to work her breast with deliberate intent. Julia shuddered, her head tilting back as a quiet, breathy sound escaped her. No one had ever touched her like this before, and every sensation felt magnified, overwhelming, as if her body were learning an entirely new language under his hands.

As Julia tilted her head back with a breathless moan, exposing the pale column of her throat, Nathan took advantage of the moment. His lips found her neck, warm and lingering, kissing along her skin before his tongue traced a slow, teasing path there. The sensation sent a shiver through her, unexpected and almost overwhelming.

“H-haah! T-that tickles~” she protested weakly, though her body leaned into him even as she said it.

Nathan smiled faintly against her skin before straightening, his hand moving with deliberate intent. Julia was still sitting sideways on his lap, her legs pressed together, dangling slightly, her nakedness acutely exposed. She barely had time to register his movement before his hand slipped between her thighs.

“H—haaa—nooo!!” Julia cried out in a startled, high-pitched yelp.

The sensation hit her all at once, sharp and blinding, her body seizing as pleasure surged through her without warning. She gasped, trembling, as warmth spilled between her legs, her mind going blank as she climaxed almost instantly, clinging to him in reflex.

Nathan withdrew his hand, his fingers slick, his expression calm but observant. “You came quickly,” he remarked, almost amused.

Julia lowered her head immediately, her face burning red with embarrassment, unable to meet his gaze. “I… I don’t know what happened…” she murmured, her voice small and shaken, her chest still rising and falling too fast.

Nathan leaned in, his lips brushing hers as he spoke softly, almost intimately. “I’ll make you come again,” he whispered. “You should prepare yourself, Julia.”

He kissed her then, deeper this time, his words barely fading before his mouth claimed hers. His hands returned to her body, grasping her breasts once more, his fingers closing around them with intent, tugging lightly at her stiffening nipples.

“H—HMM!” Julia moaned loudly into his mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her eyes squeezed shut, tears slipping free as sensation piled atop sensation. She felt overwhelmed, her body reacting far faster than her thoughts could follow.

Nathan broke the kiss briefly, his tongue brushing along her cheek, catching the tears that had escaped her eyes before returning to her lips again. Then both of his hands moved fully to her chest, kneading her breasts, thumbs circling, fingers pressing and squeezing with practiced ease.

“Haaa❤️~~ g-gentle… please— haaan~~ hmmm~~~” Julia’s pleas came out broken and breathless, her mouth opening and closing as her voice dissolved into soft, needy sounds. His hands were warm and large, completely enclosing her, and she felt impossibly small beneath his touch.

Lowering his head, Nathan grasped one breast in his hand and brought his mouth to her nipple, his tongue flicking over it before drawing it in.

“Haaaah❤️! D-don’t— hmmm!” Julia gasped, her protest dissolving into another moan as the sensation shot straight through her. Her thighs began to rub together unconsciously, her body seeking friction before she even realized what she was doing.

“Haaa… this…” she whispered, then suddenly gasped as she felt something firm press against her thigh.

Her eyes widened slightly as realization set in. It was Nathan’s arousal, hard and unmistakable against her skin. Her blush deepened further, heat rushing to her face as awareness flooded her.

Nathan shifted, rising smoothly to his feet while keeping a firm hold on her waist. Julia barely had time to react before he lifted her with ease and carried her toward her room. The change in position made her cling to him instinctively, her heart racing as the surroundings blurred.

He laid her down on the bed moments later, the sheets cool beneath her skin. Before she could gather her thoughts, he was leaning over her again, kissing her once more, his hand sliding down between her legs.

His fingers found her there, stroking slowly, tracing the slickness she’d left behind.

“Hmm!” Julia moaned, her body arching slightly before she instinctively closed her legs around his hand, overwhelmed and sensitive, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she clung to him.

Nathan continued kissing her, his mouth covering hers fully, swallowing her broken moans and half-formed words as if he were devouring them. His lips moved with slow, deliberate hunger, never giving her time to recover, while his free hand kneaded her breast with steady pressure, thumb brushing over her sensitive nipple again and again.

Overstimulated from every direction, Julia felt as if her body no longer belonged to her. Her mouth was claimed, her chest worked in his grasp, and the lingering sensitivity between her thighs left her trembling uncontrollably. Pleasure blurred her thoughts into a warm, dizzy haze, her mind dissolving into sensation until she could no longer tell where one feeling ended and the next began.

Time lost meaning as he kept her there, suspended and shaking beneath him, until at last Nathan pulled his lips away.

Before she could draw a proper breath, he pushed two fingers inside her.

“HAHH❤️—! HAAA—HYAAaannn❤️!”

Julia’s cry tore free as her body arched violently off the bed, her back bowing as another orgasm crashed through her. She clutched at the sheets, her legs trembling as her release spilled out of her, warmth spreading beneath her as she shook helplessly.

Nathan withdrew his hand calmly, watching her for a moment before lifting his fingers to his mouth. He licked them slowly, tasting the slickness coating them, his expression satisfied. Then, without hesitation, he stripped away his shirt and pants, tossing them aside.

His erection sprang free, already hard, thick and unmistakably ready.

He had waited long enough. Julia had already climaxed multiple times, her body oversensitive, her sex soaked and open, trembling from every lingering aftershock.

“Now, Julia,” Nathan said, his voice low as he looked down at her, “I am going to take your womanhood.”