The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 196

“It’s your fault.”

“Ugh!”

He didn’t give in to her urgent, tearful voice as her delicate skin chafed against his hard flesh. He deliberately avoided the entrance of her hole, rubbing around it, then changed his mind and bounced the tip of his c**k a few times against the c******s hidden beneath. Caught in a distant wave of pleasure, she trembled and lost all strength in her body. Though something felt considerably lacking compared to usual, Evelyn still reached her climax.

Cassis released her thigh and turned her around to face the mirror again, then had her lean forward with her elbows on the low chair. Still gasping for breath and unaware of the position she was in, her eyes accidentally met her own through her loose hair.

“Ah…!”

Her cheeks flushed scarlet. The vivid gleam of the opal necklace nestled between her narrowed b*****s beneath her hunched shoulders was nothing. Cassis was now making her lift her hips heavily upwards, then aiming for the space between them and decisively taking his place.

This, this, it was that. The position animals used in the countryside she’d seen!

“W-w-wait a moment.”

“I’ll give you what you want, Evelyn.”

The man who had been teasing her moments before had vanished, leaving only a beast filled with the desire to plunge his throbbing manhood inside. A desperate fervor to satisfy his craving dripped from his tone. His hand gripped her hips, pulling them wide apart, and prepared to push aside the forward-leaning flesh and thrust in. Evelyn tried to turn her head to beg him, but she jumped when his fingers touched the softly constricted hole between her b******s.

“Ah!”

“You need to look forward and concentrate, Evelyn. Do you want me to touch this place too?”

In his words, the hole that had never been used as an outlet for lust began to twitch, even though he was only touching its periphery without pressing hard. Evelyn barely managed to squeeze out a muffled refusal.

“Th-that, not that. Ah, I…”

“I don’t intend to, but if you beg earnestly, I might change my mind. So, are you sure?”

“No, I’d really die if that happened! Please!” She desperately shook her head, giving him a firm answer. “Please! Ngh, not there… Mmph, to that place, the one that can fully take Lord Cassis’s c**k… Ah, please, I’m begging you!”

“Understood.”

He had no intention of pushing her too hard; he merely wanted to tease her a bit now that their misunderstanding was cleared.

He pulled her waist towards him, made her thrust her hips even higher, and moved closer. The parted slit, as if forgetting it had been poked by several fingers earlier, was a mess of slippery fluids, clinging together. He lightly separated the flesh with his fingers and then slowly, deliberately, thrust in.

Abandoning his usual habit of plunging in all at once after her opening was revealed, he slowly, very slowly, pushed his hips, burrowing deep inside her. Her body, unable to bear the tight filling below, threatened to collapse, so he cradled her lower abdomen with his arm, lifting her higher.

Evelyn buried her face in the chair he had been sitting on, rubbing her shoulders painfully as she groaned. She even managed to grasp the decorative lower part of the mirror. When she opened her mouth from the heavy feeling of flesh slowly pushing upwards from behind, the soft, furry part of the chair touched her tongue, leaving a rough taste.

“Ugh, hit, heeeeh…”

The moment she twisted her head and pulled her lips away, the obscene scene in the mirror was reflected unfiltered in her eyes. Her face was contorted, and her prominent, jutting b******s were held firmly by him. The parts he gripped with his fingers were white from the blood draining away, while the surrounding areas were flushed bright red from pooled blood, a somewhat grotesque sight.

The column of flesh that entered between her spread legs soon began to rub against her love juice, delivering the pleasure she had so desperately yearned for. The chair supporting her head and shoulders stood firmly rooted on the soft carpet, not emitting any ominous creaking sounds. The only sounds came continuously from the lips of the head resting upon it.

From behind, with his c**k fully driven in, he gripped her side, pulling her towards him, and swayed his own body. Her head, which had barely managed to look at the mirror, dropped back down with a thud, and she screamed.

“Ugh, mmmph… kuhk, huhk…”

Though her own voice sounded like a dying person’s pathetic trembling moan, Cassis paid no mind, continuously rocking her body back and forth. Transparent fluid splattered and streamed from their intertwined connection, creating a veritable flood. Could it get any wetter down there? Evelyn dangled her arms over the back of the chair, barely able to endure the pleasure mixed with a hint of pain.