I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me - Chapter 610: Elin Wants more *

Chapter 610: Elin Wants more *

“Y…You should have warned us,” Freja burst out the instant Nathan finished, his release splashing hot and white across both her face and Elin’s, streaking their cheeks, catching in their lashes, matting small strands of hair so their usually composed expressions were left visibly ruined.

The sight made something tighten pleasantly in Nathan’s chest. There was an unfiltered, almost obscene beauty to it, the way both women froze for a heartbeat, mouths parted, skin flushed, marked so clearly by him. He let his gaze linger without shame, taking in every detail, the contrast of pale skin and milky streaks, the way their breathing had gone uneven.

“I did tell you to open your mouths,” Nathan said easily, a faint, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. “It doesn’t take a genius to understand what that meant. If you stayed, maybe a part of you wanted exactly this.”

Freja’s reaction was immediate. Color rushed up her neck and flooded her face until she was scarlet, eyes flashing as she shot him a glare that was half indignation, half mortification. She made a small, frustrated sound under her breath before scrambling to her feet, moving too fast, as if stillness itself might condemn her. She hurried toward the nearby basin, hands already lifting to her face, water splashing as she began to scrub herself clean, movements sharp and embarrassed.

Nathan watched her go, clearly amused, then turned his attention back to Elin.

She hadn’t moved.

Still kneeling where she was, she looked as though she had been rooted to the floor, bold confidence evaporated entirely. The weight of what she had just done seemed to settle over her all at once. Her mind replayed it mercilessly: how quickly she had obeyed, how she had opened her mouth without hesitation, how she had swallowed instinctively when warmth spilled past her lips.

Her face burned.

Her hands clenched tightly in her lap, knuckles pale, shoulders drawn in just a little as embarrassment crept through her body.

“Elin,” Nathan said, his voice lower now, pulling her attention back to him.

She lifted her gaze slowly. Her eyes flicked to his face, then followed the direction of his gesture as he pointed down at himself, his cock still heavy and slick, the head coated in the aftermath of his release.

“Freja left,” he said simply. “So you’ll have to clean it yourself.”

Elin swallowed. Her blush deepened, spreading to her ears as her eyes locked onto the cum-smeared glans. She hesitated only a second before nodding faintly, as if committing herself to the task despite the heat pooling in her stomach.

She leaned forward, closing the distance inch by inch. Her lips parted, tongue slipping out shyly at first, then pressing against the sensitive head in a long, deliberate stroke, gathering the white slickness with a wet sound.

“Sluuurrp~~”

Nathan couldn’t stop the groan that left his throat, low and rough, the sensation sharp even after release.

Elin tasted him, her brows knitting briefly as the unfamiliar flavor hit her tongue, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she licked again, slower, more careful, as if determined to do it properly.

After all, he had said it was her responsibility.

“Sluuuurrp~~” she tried again, less hesitant now.

Her hand lifted on instinct, fingers wrapping around the shaft to steady it as she worked, thumb brushing warm skin while her tongue traced the curve of the glans, collecting every last streak.

“Yeah,” Nathan murmured approvingly, watching her closely. “That’s it. Clean it properly.”

He reached out, fingers catching her chin gently. His thumb dragged through the mess still streaking her cheek, smearing it across her flushed skin, making her gasp softly as the sensation registered. Her cheeks glowed redder under the touch, breath hitching as she continued.

“Sluuuurrrp~~sluuuurrrp~~Sluuuurrpp!”

The sounds grew wetter, more confident, her movements smoother as she focused entirely on the task, licking and cleaning with earnest concentration. By the time she finally leaned back, her lips parted and glossy, Nathan glanced down and found his cock pristine, pink, and clean as if she had washed it herself.

He smiled, reaching out to stroke her cheek, thumb warm against her skin.

“Good girl,” he said.

Elin immediately looked away, humiliation and something softer tangling in her chest, her tongue still carrying the lingering taste of him as she sat there quietly, cheeks burning, painfully aware of every second that had just passed.

“Elin, what are you doing? We have to hurry up,” Freja said as she returned a minute later, her face freshly washed, droplets of water still clinging to her skin and darkening a few loose strands of hair. She gathered it back quickly, fingers working with brisk, practiced movements before opening the door. I’m joining the others. Her voice was a little too fast, and she didn’t spare Nathan a single glance, embarrassment driving her straight out of the room.

“Y… yes…,” Elin answered far too late. She slid off the bed, feet barely touching the floor before she tried to straighten herself, but she didn’t get the chance to fully stand.

Nathan’s hand slipped between her thighs.

Elin jolted violently, a sharp breath tearing out of her before she could stop it.

“Hyan!” The moan escaped her, loud and unguarded, and she snapped her gaze up at him, eyes wide and face instantly burning.

Nathan’s fingers lingered there, pressing lightly. “You’re soaked down here, Elin. Don’t you feel itchy?” His tone was calm, observant, as though he were commenting on something obvious.

“N–no, I’m fine,” she stammered, the lie weak even to her own ears.

He stepped closer, his body crowding hers just enough, then leaned in, his mouth brushing her ear as he spoke in a low whisper. “I did say I wouldn’t have sex, but are you sure you can handle yourself like this? With how wet you are… maybe you need a release.”

Elin flinched at the words, her shoulders tensing as her gaze dropped to the floor. “B–but… Cleopatra will arrive…”

“It won’t take long. Just quick sex,” Nathan murmured. “Freja won’t even notice.”

Elin’s thighs crossed on their own, rubbing together subtly as she shifted her weight. The sensation between her legs was maddening now, a constant, needy awareness she couldn’t ignore. Freja might have been able to shake it off, but Elin wasn’t built the same way. The ache had settled deep, insistent, making it hard to think.

After a brief, tortured hesitation, she nodded faintly, swallowing her shame. She knew she wouldn’t be able to focus otherwise.

Nathan didn’t wait for anything more. He pushed her back onto the bed with firm confidence and claimed her mouth in a kiss, capturing her swollen lips before she could react.

“Hmmm!”

He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down, brushing over her chin, her jaw, then her neck, leaving warmth in his wake.

“Haan~”

At the same time, his hand slipped beneath her dress, moving straight between her thighs. The instant his fingers pressed against the fabric, he felt how soaked she was.

“Did you just cum from sucking my cock, Elin?” Nathan asked, amusement edging his voice.

“N…no… I just…” Elin’s words faltered, unfinished.

Nathan smirked. He lifted her skirt, exposing her smooth thighs and the damp fabric of her panties. Spreading her legs apart, he tugged them aside just enough to reveal her glistening pussy beneath, slick and aching.

He guided himself forward, the head of his cock brushing against her entrance, coating himself with her wetness.

“Haaahn❤️~~” Elin moaned softly as she felt the hot tip press against her cunt.

Her blue eyes, already glossy with tears, lifted to Nathan, full of expectation. He didn’t make her wait. With a steady thrust, he pushed inside.

“HAAAHnnn❤️!!” Elin threw her head back, hips lifting instinctively as his cock spread her open, filling her in one smooth motion.

Nathan grunted, teeth clenched as pleasure surged through him, her slippery walls tightening around him, squeezing greedily as her body reacted to being taken again.

He held himself deep inside her for a moment, savoring the way Elin’s tight heat pulsed around him, still fluttering from whatever secret climax she’d stolen while pleasuring him with her mouth. Her thighs trembled against his hips, slick with her own arousal, and her breath came in shallow, shaky gasps.

“Such a greedy little thing,” he murmured, voice low and rough as he drew back slowly, almost all the way out, letting her feel the drag of every inch. Then he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt again.

“HYAAHH❤️❤️~~!!”

Elin’s cry echoed sharply in the room, her back arching off the bed as the sudden thrust drove the air from her lungs. Her hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in desperately as her body jolted beneath him.

Nathan didn’t give her time to adjust. He set a hard, steady rhythm right from the start—deep, powerful strokes that rocked her entire body up the mattress. The bed creaked beneath them, the frame protesting with every forceful thrust as he claimed her completely.

“Haaah—! Haaahnn❤️~~! Too deep—Hmnnn!”

Her voice broke on every word, rising higher as he pounded into her soaked pussy. Wet, obscene sounds filled the air each time he pulled back and slammed home again, her arousal coating his length, dripping down onto the sheets beneath her hips.

He leaned down, groping one of her breasts. His free hand gripped her thigh, pushing it back toward her chest to open her even wider, letting him drive deeper, harder.

Elin’s head thrashed side to side on the bed, blonde hair tangling wildly as tears spilled freely down her flushed cheeks. Pleasure overwhelmed her—sharp, relentless, building faster than she could handle.

“AH—! AHNN❤️~~! There—feels good….haaaahhh❤️~~!”

Nathan growled against her cleavage. His hips never slowed, snapping forward with bruising force, the head of his cock grinding against that perfect spot inside her again and again until her cries turned frantic.

The rhythm grew faster, more desperate. The bed slammed repeatedly against the wall now, headboard thudding in time with his thrusts. Elin’s legs wrapped weakly around his waist, heels digging into his back as if trying to pull him even deeper, her body betraying how much she needed this despite the overwhelmed sobs spilling from her lips.

“I…I’m— again— HAAAAAHHH❤️❤️~~!!”

Her climax crashed through her without mercy. Her pussy clenched violently around him, pulsing in fierce waves as fresh slick heat flooded between them. Elin screamed, body convulsing beneath him, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks as she shook uncontrollably.

Nathan hissed at the sudden tightness, thrusts turning erratic as her orgasm nearly dragged him over the edge with her. But he held on, gripping her hips tightly and pounding through her release, prolonging it until her cries turned hoarse and her trembling began to ease.

Only then did he slow—just enough to let her catch her breath, though he stayed buried deep, throbbing inside her oversensitive walls.

Elin lay panting beneath him, blue eyes glassy and unfocused, tears still slipping down her temples. Her chest heaved, breasts straining against the fabric of her dress with every desperate breath.

Nathan brushed a thumb gently across her cheek, catching a tear, and smiled.

“See, it wasn’t that long.”