The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 131

“Say it.”

Evelyn, writhing between thirst and pleasure, only furrowed her brows and clenched her jaw tighter. His expression darkened with frustration. Cassis wanted to know exactly what color her emotions took—where they stemmed from. Was it shameful? The flustered heat of arousal? Pride, refusing to voice what she secretly craved? He needed all of it.

If asked whether he could send her spiraling into endless ecstasy, the answer was obviously yes. But body and mind didn’t always move in sync—which made this question vitally important.

“Hurry.”

With his urging, his thick tongue dragged slowly from the base of her b****t upward, forcing the peak to stiffen. His lips and tongue, which she’d expected to suck hard, merely grazed her before retreating. The teasing was unbearable. Her lips parted at last, slow and reluctant, a silent plea spilling forth.

“…I… just….”

“Mhm.”

His ears stood stiffer than ever before, straining to catch every single word she uttered, even splaying wide to the sides as if refusing to miss a single syllable. An elf’s instincts had kicked in on their own.

“…D-Don’t tell… anyone. Okay? Promise… me.”

“I won’t.”

Cassis answered easily, as if he were merely picking up a fallen document.

Very few in all of Jupiter knew that he was doing this with her. The World Tree, its spirits, the unicorn Ruba—and even then, he hadn’t shared or explained his actions to them in detail. The spirits drifting through this area… well, they were a slightly different matter.

Her lips quivered as she spilled words that, in her mind, were unbearably shameful.

“…I like it… being protected… by you, Lord Cassis. I… still dream sometimes. About those two days… trembling at Devran’s border… before coming here with you.”

Just how deeply had that memory embedded itself in her for her to still bring it up now? Cassis found it absurd, but he decided to reward her honesty with a small prize. Letting out a quiet sigh, his lips—instead of kissing—sucked deeply on the left b****t he’d neglected earlier. As she threw her head back, her sluggish words tumbled out faster.

“Hh, hnng, so… I-I think… that’s… not bad either. I want… to be protected by you, Lord Cassis. I… I want to be devoured. I want to be plundered….”

Protected. Devoured. Plundered.

None of the three words fully contained their own meaning, all blurring ambiguously into one. Protection was one thing, but being devoured and plundered? Those were entirely different.

His teeth scraped over her already hardened n****e as he whispered,

“Pick just one.”

“Hah—! Th-That’s… ngh…!”

In one swift motion, Cassis sat up, shrugging off his coat and tossing it over her head. Even as he undressed himself, his gaze never left her. Whether it was because she’d gotten her wish—her chest being sucked so greedily—her lower belly, where her navel dipped, quivered, as if trying to seize his attention.

There was no need to rush for an answer left unfinished. The choices had already been entirely handed to him.

Protect her tenderly, then devour her when the mood strikes, and ultimately plunder her completely… All combined, it was nothing short of bestial depravity, sinking to the lowest depths. How was this any different from breeding in lust-crazed madness? Cassis, his c**k stiffening unbearably, suddenly gripped her and pressed her back against the pillow.

Evelyn’s bare waist looked exquisite with his discarded coat folded beneath her. Perhaps it was because wrapping her in it like this made him feel more like he was protecting her, just as she had said. His fingers worked deftly, spreading the lining so the inner buttons wouldn’t press into her skin, before pulling her close.

“Mmm….”

The moment he heard that throaty growl, desire surged violently through him. Ah, she asked me to protect her. He had meant to hold her more gently, but that would have to wait. Leaning over her, he slowly pushed her back into the pillow and forced her legs wide apart.

He could feel Evelyn’s body tense sharply.

Until now, he had never taken her fully. That had been the natural order—but now… he was returning to that past inevitability. Just as she had said: protect her as a nymph, then feast on her with his raging c**k, before finally claiming her completely.

She wasn’t wrong.

For a moment, he worried if their foreplay had been lacking—but the second he stared between her spread thighs, he knew better. Below, her glistening folds were already drenched, waiting for him. He hooked his fingers into the flushed flesh, testing just how slick she was.

The moment he did, a lewd gush of arousal spilled out, more than enough to soak his hand. Instead of taunting her with filthy words, Cassis pressed firmly into the pliant flesh on either side. Evelyn whimpered, grinding her face into the folds of his coat as her body clenched around nothing, wet squelches filling the air even without him inside her yet.