I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

After his conversation with Freja and a brief exchange with Elin, Nathan finally decided to make an appearance at the opening ceremony of the grand gladiator tournament. He had no intention of participating, of course. The mere thought of entering the blood-soaked arena, cheered on by frenzied crowds, did nothing for him. This wasn’t his battlefield, nor his moment to shine.

More importantly, both Aphrodite and Khione had asked—no, insisted—that he avoid Pandora for now. It wasn’t just about danger; it was about timing. Their concerns echoed in his mind. The eyes of the gods were everywhere, and some—Athena in particular—were best left unaware of his presence, at least for the moment. Even though he wore a simple disguise, something modest yet effective, he couldn’t shake the unease that her divine wisdom might cut right through it. That woman… could see too much.

As he turned away from the bustling ceremonial stage, hoping to leave quietly through one of the side pathways lined with marble statues and floral garlands, he suddenly heard the sharp sound of heels pounding against stone, accompanied by heavy, angry breathing.

“You… you!”

Nathan halted. The tone was unmistakable—emotional, furious, and uncomfortably familiar.

He slowly turned.

There she was—Licinia. Her dark brown hair, normally styled with noble grace, was slightly disheveled. Her cheeks were crimson—not just from the heat of the sun but from a far more volatile source: embarrassment, frustration, and something bordering on desperation.

“What is it now?” Nathan asked coolly, eyes narrowing just slightly.

“What is it you ask?!” she nearly shrieked. Her voice trembled with conflicting emotions, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

She was glaring at him, yet unable to maintain it fully. Her eyes darted away as if they betrayed feelings she couldn’t fully hide. The furious blush across her cheeks deepened.

“I’m busy,” Nathan said evenly, making to walk past her.

But she stepped in, grasping his arm with a strength born not of training but of sheer determination.

“You’re not going anywhere!” she spat. “This—this

is all because of you!”Nathan blinked, then sighed as if dealing with a child throwing a tantrum. “What again?”

“Don’t play dumb!” Licinia shouted, her voice cracking as tears threatened the corners of her eyes. “I… I—because you made me drink that damned potion, now I—I can’t even function anymore!”

He looked at her, puzzled. “It was a love potion, not a poison. Or have you forgotten?”

“It’s worse than poison!” she screamed, voice trembling. “Every day… I’m losing my mind. Every single day, I think of you. When I wake, when I sleep, when I’m alone, when I’m surrounded by people—I see your face everywhere, I hearyour voice whispering things I wish I could forget! I—”

Her voice cracked again, and she looked away, biting her lip to hold back something—tears, maybe, or rage.

In truth, for the last several days, Licinia had avoided him entirely, believing that distance would cure her. She had tried to starve the effect out of her system, hoping it was temporary. But the opposite happened. The dreams grew more vivid. Her longing more painful. At times she even found herself searching the crowd, hoping—no, fearing—she might catch a glimpse of him.

Nathan raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “I stopped you from slipping the potion to Caesar. If anything, you should be thanking me for saving you by telling not Caesar.”

“You didn’t save me!” she cried. “You doomed me! Now I can’t think straight. I can’t breathe without seeing…. How can I live like this?”

“And what do you expect me to do about it?”

“Break it!” she snapped. “Find a cure, an antidote, a spell—something! If you don’t, I’ll—I’ll tell my father! I’ll make sure he—”

She faltered, her confidence cracking like thin glass.

“…Crassus, is it?” Nathan said flatly, eyes narrowing. “You’d threaten me with his power? He might be able to move against me—even with Caesar’s favor—but let’s be honest. If I’m gone, will that make the visions stop? If I vanish, will your heart listen and simply… forget?”

Licinia froze. Her glare was still there, but her lips parted slightly in hesitation.

“W…What…?” she whispered.

“Be honest with yourself,” Nathan said, his voice low, almost sympathetic but tinged with cold logic. “What you’re feeling—maybe it’s artificial. Maybe it’s the potion. Or maybe it’s something the potion merely amplified. But cutting me out? It won’t work. You already tried that. And it only got worse, didn’t it?”

Licinia’s face twisted in helpless anger. She wanted to scream, to deny it, to accuse him again—but she couldn’t. Not when every night she dreamt of his scent, his voice, the way he looked at her during that fateful moment when she swallowed the potion.

She hated him. And she loved him. And it was driving her mad.

“I’ll find a way to help you later… until then, you’ll have to hold back,” Nathan murmured, voice low like a warning—like a promise.

“I….I can’t anymore!” Licinia whimpered, her whole frame trembling as though each nerve inside her screamed for release. Her hands clenched the folds of her tunic, knuckles white. “I feel like I’m going to collapse!”

Nathan turned his gaze on her and held it there—smoldering, weighing her, seeing right through her composure to the throb of need twisting beneath. A slow, measured breath left his lips as he stepped toward her, closing the distance without hesitation.

“W-What are you—?”

He said nothing. Just reached, one hand curling firm around the small of her back, drawing her into his body. Her soft gasp was silenced as his mouth took hers in a kiss—deep, sudden, devastating.

“Mmhnn—!” Licinia’s eyes flew open, breath caught, lashes fluttering. The heat of his lips seared her mouth, and his tongue parted hers before her mind had even caught up. She should’ve resisted. She wanted to resist.

But her body melted into him.

It was like she had been waiting her whole life for this exact kiss, and now that it was here, her limbs forgot how to hold her up. Her legs weakened, her arms hovered at his shoulders uselessly. She could only shudder and tilt her head to give him more.

Nathan’s mouth moved hungrily, tasting her, claiming her—saliva slicking their tongues as he sucked gently on hers, then bit down on her lower lip with a growl that vibrated straight through her belly.

“Aah…!” Her voice was soft, confused, dazed, and it only encouraged him. She was trembling against him, lost in the sensation.

“You’re making quite the mess of yourself and you are noisy,” he breathed against her cheek, his voice gravelled and thick with arousal. “But gods… you’re so beautiful like this. So hot when you break apart.”

Licinia’s blush deepened until her entire face burned crimson. She tried to push away, a feeble protest lost in the thick haze clouding her mind, but his arms held her firmly, hands beginning to move now—slowly, with purpose. They slid down the curve of her back, over her hips, fingertips brushing under her tunic where the fabric hung loosely around her thighs.

“Wait… ngh!”

He lifted the hem of her Roman gown with one hand, the other sliding up her bare thigh. His palm was warm against her cool, trembling skin. She flinched, but didn’t pull away—couldn’t. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers slid higher.

“You’re burning up,” he whispered. “And right here…”

His touch found the soft, slick heat between her legs.

Licinia froze, a short cry escaping her throat. “Ha—!”

Her eyes widened in disbelief as he slipped two fingers along her folds, smearing her wetness along the tight, untouched seam of her sex. Her cunt twitched under his touch, dripping more down the inside of her thighs.

“So wet already. Just from a kiss?” Nathan’s voice darkened, curling with amusement. “Or have you been aching for me longer than you’d admit?”

“I-I… it’s not—!” But her hips betrayed her, arching into the slow swirl of his fingers as he teased her slit, grazing her aching clit in circles.

“Sshh,” he soothed, licking her neck, sucking gently beneath her ear. “I can feel it. Your body’s honest, even if your mouth lies.”

Licinia whimpered again, breath broken and high-pitched as his fingers slid down and began rubbing in slow, relentless circles around her clit. Her body jolted—knees buckling, eyes fluttering back.

“Ahn❤️…! H-Haaa❤️…! It’s… too much…!” she gasped, hips twitching against his palm. She could already feel her climax crawling up her spine, coiling too fast.

Nathan smirked into her neck, free hand sliding around to cup her breast beneath her tunic, kneading softly through the thin fabric, thumb circling the pebbled nipple that strained against it.

“You’re already cumming, aren’t you?” he said, amused as her body shook.

“N-No I—! Haaan!” Licinia’s moan shattered her words as her orgasm ripped through her thighs and into her belly, hot fluid spilling down over Nathan’s fingers and pattering onto the floor beneath her.

Her legs gave out entirely.

Nathan held her tight against him, fingers still moving in lazy strokes along her soaked pussy, each motion dragging out more wetness, more weak cries from her lips. She clung to him with trembling hands, her chest heaving.

“You’ll be okay now… for a moment,” he said before walking off leaving Licinia on her wetness.