I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 606: Night with Cleopatra at Rome (3) *

“I still cannot believe you truly did what you said you would.”

Cleopatra’s voice broke the silence of the chamber, as the words lingered between them. The bedroom was dim, bathed in the soft glow of oil lamps that cast long shadows across marble walls and silk draperies. Outside, Rome slept—unaware that its fate had already been sealed by the man lying beside her.

She rested against Nathan’s bare chest, her head tucked comfortably beneath his chin, the rise and fall of his breathing steady beneath her cheek. The aftermath of their passionate union still clung to the air, warm and heavy, mingling with the scent of incense and sweat.

Nathan let out a quiet, amused breath.

“I said many things to you,” he replied calmly, one arm wrapped loosely around her waist. “You will have to be more specific, Cleopatra.”

She smiled against him, a slow, knowing curve of her lips that spoke of both affection and awe.

“Your words,” she said softly, lifting her head just enough to look at him. “The way you spoke of bringing down Rome… of bringing Caesar to ruin. At the time, they sounded reckless—arrogant, even—words spoken by a man who feared nothing.” She paused, her gaze distant for a moment. “Even coming from you, Septim… Nathan.”

Her fingers tightened briefly against his chest before relaxing again.

“And yet,” she continued, “a small part of me believed you. When you left Alexandria with Caesar, I told myself it was foolish hope—but it was there nonetheless. And when you returned today… I understood something.”

Nathan’s hand slid into her hair, his fingers stroking through her disheveled locks with a familiarity that made her breath hitch.

“And what is that?” he asked quietly.

“That I have gravely underestimated you,” Cleopatra said.

A faint smirk touched his lips. “And how far did you estimate me, Cleopatra?”

She let out a soft laugh, one filled with disbelief rather than humor.

“Far,” she admitted. “After what you accomplished in Alexandria, I placed you high—higher than any man I have ever known. But Rome…” Her voice lowered. “Rome showed me just how naïve I truly was.”

She shifted slightly, propping herself up on one elbow so she could look at him fully now.

“You have utterly conquered it,” she said. “Your name is spoken in every corner of the city. In the Senate, in the streets, in whispered conversations behind closed doors. They worship you as a hero—more fervently than they ever did Caesar.” Her eyes shone. “And you achieved all of this within a single month. It borders on the unbelievable.”

Nathan remained composed, though something dark and knowing flickered behind his eyes.

“I had no interest in becoming a hero here,” he said. “It was never my intention. But I admit—it is a favorable outcome.”

His hand slid down her back in a slow, grounding motion.

“Crassus and Fulvius will not dare act against you now. Not openly, not in secret. Nor will they attempt anything foolish regarding Amun Ra.” He paused. “You have no reason to worry.”

Cleopatra smiled, a soft, satisfied sound escaping her.

“I noticed,” she said. “They are terrified of you.”

“As they should be,” Nathan replied flatly. “They should understand the consequences of trying to outplay me, as Caesar once did. It would not end well for them.”

Her expression turned thoughtful.

“Then… should I be wary of that Pope?” she asked.

“No,” Nathan answered without hesitation. “He will not risk harming Rome, much less antagonizing an empire that is still growing in power. Survival makes even the most devout men cautious.”

Cleopatra hummed softly, then glanced at him sideways, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“And what of Servilia?” She asked lightly.

Nathan raised a brow. “What about her?”

She chuckled and turned fully toward him now, resting her hand on his chest.

“You truly do know how to surround yourself with women.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Only those I trust,” he said, “and those worthy of standing beside me.”

Her expression softened, though something sharper glimmered beneath the surface.

“Does that include me?” Cleopatra asked quietly. “Even knowing that I will always place my empire above everything else?”

Nathan reached up, cupping her face with surprising gentleness. His thumb brushed along her cheek as his gaze locked onto hers, intense and unwavering. When his eyes began to glow—golden, demonic, impossibly radiant—her breath caught.

“I trust your devotion to your empire,” he said. “And I trust your devotion to me.”

His lips curved into a knowing smile.

“Above all else, I trust your intelligence, Cleopatra.” His voice softened. “That is why I know you will never betray me.”

For a moment, she could only stare at him, utterly enthralled. The golden glow of his eyes reflected in hers, sending a shiver down her spine—not of fear, but of reverence.

“Is that a threat?” Cleopatra asked, amusement flickering across her face as she shifted closer, placing herself squarely atop him, her hair spilling down around them like a dark curtain.

“Just a declaration,” Nathan replied, his hands sliding up to her curvy hips beneath the sheet, fingers digging in possessively. “As my woman, you have all my privileges.”

She didn’t hesitate for even a heartbeat. Cleopatra swung her leg over him and straddled his waist, the thin sheet slipping down her body and pooling uselessly at their sides, revealing her naked form once more, every line and curve offered to his gaze. The sight alone was enough to make Nathan’s cock twitch hard, lifting, brushing insistently against her thigh as if drawn to her.

Cleopatra noticed immediately. She smiled and reached down, wrapping her fingers around him, stroking slowly, enjoying the way his body reacted to her touch.

“It looks like it will never get enough,” she murmured, her hand moving with teasing confidence.

Nathan’s fingers dug deeper into her hips at that, a quiet growl escaping him as he watched her work him, her touch sure, knowing exactly how to make him throb in her grasp.

Knowing how impatient he was, Cleopatra rose slightly, still holding him, guiding his length where she wanted it. She aligned herself carefully, hovering just above him, then began to lower herself down.

“Haaah~ ❤️… yess~”

The moan poured out of her as he filled her again, her body opening eagerly around him, slick and welcoming from before, taking him in inch by inch until she was seated fully on him. The sensation drew a grunt from Nathan, pleasure flashing through him as her walls tightened, squeezing around his cock as if unwilling to let go.

He didn’t wait long before reacting, thrusting his hips up into her, meeting her descent.

“Haaann~ ❤️!”

Cleopatra cried out again, her head tilting back, eyes fluttering shut as she felt him stretch her, felt his hardness pulsing inside her. “Your dick feels so good… it feels even bigger than before…~”

“Because you’re above me,” Nathan said with a smirk, thrusting up again, deeper this time, making her gasp. “And I’m spearing straight up into your pussy.”

“Haaahhh~ ❤️… Gods… more…~”

Her body answered before her mind could, slickness spilling freely as she began to move, rocking her hips, lifting herself and sinking back down onto him, setting her own rhythm. She used him shamelessly, riding his cock for her own pleasure, the wet sounds between them growing louder as she took him again and again.

Nathan let her, enjoying every second from beneath her, his hands roaming over her body as he watched the way she moved. The sight alone was intoxicating—her hips rolling, her stomach tensing, her pussy opening and closing around his length as she pushed him out just enough before taking him back in fully.

His gaze was drawn to her breasts, bouncing softly with each movement. He reached up and grasped them, squeezing, pinching lightly, his thumbs brushing over sensitive skin already flushed and warm. A faint sheen of saliva and sweat made them glisten, and he had no intention of stopping.

“Haaah~ ❤️… aaahnnn~ ❤️… yesss… Haan~ ❤️!”

Her moans grew louder, less restrained, her hands clutching at his shoulders as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her. Nathan couldn’t hold back a groan of his own as he felt her start to contract around him, her body trying to milk him, the tight pulsing nearly pushing him over the edge.

“Oh fuck…”

Before he lost control, Nathan sat up sharply, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, chest to chest. He held her there and began to thrust, short, deep movements that drove straight into her, each one deliberate, relentless, forcing breathless cries from her lips.

“Haaah! Yes! Hmmm!”

Cleopatra clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked her like that, her body wrapped and claimed from every side, her moans spilling freely as the pleasure built again, hotter, deeper, impossible to ignore.

Her breath hitched against his neck, hot and uneven, as Nathan held her flush against him, arms locked like iron bands around her waist. Every upward thrust drove his cock deep into her core, the angle merciless, the thick head grinding against that sensitive spot inside her with unerring precision.

“Haaah❤️—! Yes… right there— haaannn❤️~~!”

Her voice cracked on every word, rising higher as he pounded into her from below. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the chamber, rhythmic and relentless, mingling with the creak of the bed beneath them. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples dragging over his skin with each jolt, sending sparks of pleasure through her already overwhelmed body.

Nathan growled low against her throat, teeth grazing the delicate skin there before he sucked hard, marking her again. One hand slid down to grip her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh to pull her down harder onto each thrust, forcing her to take every inch until she was impaled fully, again and again.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped, voice rough with need. “So tight… squeezing me like you never want me to leave.”

Cleopatra could only whimper in response, her face buried in the crook of his neck as tears of raw pleasure slipped free. Her hips tried to roll with him, chasing more, but he controlled the pace completely now—short, brutal thrusts that left her trembling, her inner walls fluttering helplessly around his length.

“Hnnn❤️~~! I—I can’t— it’s too much— haaaahhh❤️❤️~~!”

Another climax hit suddenly, violently. Her whole body seized, back arching against his hold as she screamed into his shoulder, muffled but still sharp enough to echo in the room. Fresh slick heat flooded around him, her pussy clenching in fierce, rhythmic pulses that dragged a guttural groan from deep in Nathan’s chest.

He didn’t stop.

Even as she shook and sobbed through the overwhelming waves, he kept driving into her, prolonging the pleasure until her cries turned hoarse and broken, her nails raking red lines down his back.

Only when the spasms began to ease did he shift again. With a swift, powerful motion, he flipped them—never pulling out—until Cleopatra was beneath him once more, legs splayed wide, dark hair fanned across the pillow in wild disarray.

Nathan rose up on his knees, hands gripping her thighs and pushing them back toward her chest, folding her nearly in half. The new angle opened her completely, letting him sink even deeper as he began to thrust again—long, hard strokes that made the bedframe shudder against the wall.

Cleopatra’s eyes flew open, amber gaze glassy and unfocused as she stared up at him. Her lips parted in a silent scream at first, then sound rushed out of her in a rush.

“HYAAAAHHH❤️❤️~~!! TOO DEEP— HAAAANNNN❤️~~!!”

Every thrust rocked her body up the bed, breasts bouncing wildly until Nathan’s hands abandoned her thighs to claim them instead. He groped them roughly, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, pinching and tugging at her nipples until they were swollen and aching. The added stimulation made her sob, head thrashing side to side as pleasure bordered on pain.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

He fucked her like that—relentless, possessive, hips snapping forward with bruising force. Sweat slicked their skin, the air thick with the scent of sex and the obscene sounds of her soaked pussy taking him again and again.

“HAAAhh!”

Cleopatra could barely form words anymore. Only broken moans and gasps spilled from her lips, tears streaming down her temples into her hair as another climax built impossibly fast.

“I’m— again— Haaan!! GIVE IT!! GIVE ME YOUR CHILD— HAAAHHHH❤️❤️❤️~~!!”

Her fourth orgasm tore through her like fire, body convulsing beneath him as she screamed his name raw. Her walls clamped down so tightly that Nathan hissed, hips stuttering as the pleasure nearly overwhelmed him.

He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, swallowing her cries as he pounded through her climax. His own release was close—too close—coiled tight and burning at the base of his spine.

With a final, deep thrust he buried himself fully and came, hot pulses flooding her as his body tensed above hers. His hands squeezed her breasts almost painfully, fingers digging in as wave after wave spilled inside her, marking her from within.

Cleopatra whimpered into the kiss, feeling every throb, every rush of warmth deep in her core. Her legs trembled around him, aftershocks rippling through her as he filled her completely.

When the last shudder left him, Nathan collapsed forward, careful to brace his weight on his elbows so as not to crush her. Their breaths mingled, harsh and ragged, foreheads pressed together as the room slowly quieted around them.

It would be a lie to say that no one has heard them at this point…

He brushed a tender kiss to her damp cheek.

Cleopatra’s arms wrapped weakly around his neck, holding him close as her eyes fluttered shut in exhausted bliss.